InvincibleConnoisseur

Chapter 67 A Joke at the Antique Trading Market

Xu Jingkai held the middle-level magic weapon whose spiritual energy had been absorbed secretly by Wang Ke, regarded it as a treasure, and was excited to return to his family's antique shop. When he found his father in company with two middle-aged extraordinary men in suits and leather collars, he exclaimed joyfully without a second thought, "Dad, I've just found a treasure, a middle-level magic weapon. Haha... I bought it for just 10,000 yuan."

He lifted the black plastic bag in his hand, a look of jauntiness on his face.

Xu Shichang, the owner of this antique shop, is Xu Jingkai's father.

Hearing his son's cry of joy, Xu Shichang looked slightly stunned and then showed an ecstatic look on his face. Ignoring the two guests, he strode to Xu Jingkai's side, reached for the black plastic bag in his hand, and asked, "Really? How can you prove that it contains a middle-level magic weapon? Are you able to identity the middle-level one now?"

Xu Jingkai complacently said, "Sure, Dad. Do you remember Mr. He from the antique trading market? He is a geomancer who has reached the realm of Yinyang Master. Just now, he said it was a middle-level magic weapon and was willing to offer me two hundred thousand yuan for it, but I didn't agree. There were a lot of people clamoring to buy it and someone even offered one million yuan. I priced it at a minimum of 1.2 million, so I didn't agree to sell it. Instead, I brought it back to you and it's up to you to decide what to do with it."

Mr. He?

Had someone offered one million yuan?

Xu Shichang instantly believed his son's words. He was familiar with Mr. He, and even had a modicum of friendship with this old man, naturally knowing his personality and believing what he said.

Besides, there was someone else offering one million yuan. Who would be stupid to offer such a price if it wasn't a middle-level magic weapon?

With excitement and satisfaction, Xu Shichang quickly opened the bag, reached out from the inside to take out the middle-level magic weapon, and carefully scrutinized it.

Happily standing in front of his father, Xu Jingkai thought: he had been cheated by Wang Ke yesterday and had lost 150,000 yuan for nothing. For this, his father had given him a good scolding. Now he opportunely obtained the middle-level magic weapon, guessing that his father would not only ignore his previous fault but also give him a big compliment.

With a smile on his face, Xu Jingkai, waiting for his father's praise, waved his hand to the shop clerk and shouted, "Pour me a cup of tea as soon as possible. Didn't you see that I'd gotten a treasure? I was almost dry from bargaining with that boss."

Xu Shichang examined the antique in front of him. Over time, however, his excitement and satisfaction slowly disappeared, which was replaced by intense anger. The object in front of him looked like a magic weapon, but years of experience told him that it was definitely not, because every time he touched the magic weapons, he would have a special sense after feeling them in earnest.

But now, he didn't feel that special sense.

Turning to look at his triumphant son, Xu Shichang asked gravely, "Are you sure this is a magic weapon? Why can't I tell it is a middle-level magic weapon? Is there something wrong with my vision?"

He was a little unsure. After all, what he had come into contact with before were all initial-level magic weapons, and it was the first time to authenticate the middle-level magic weapon.

Xu Jingkai said deservedly, "This is of course a middle-level magic weapon, otherwise why was anyone willing to bid one million yuan? Even Mr. He said it should be a middle-level magic weapon, otherwise, why would he want to buy it?"

Xu Shichang fell silent. After a long pause, he said, "Come with me to see Mr. Rong. He is a Yinyang Master. He should be able to identify whether this is a middle-level magic weapon."

It was not until now that Xu Jingkai found his father's face some wrong, his eyes suddenly emerging color of doubt.

Had something changed?

His father had been engaged in antiques and magic weapons for so many years. Couldn't he tell that this was a magic weapon?

He thought about it for a moment, and then it occurred to him that his father had not been exposed to a middle-level magic weapon before, so he could not identify it.

"Dad, don't look for Mr. Rong. This is definitely a middle-level magic weapon. Don't you even trust your son?" Xu Jingkai shook his head with a smile.

Xu Shichang ignored Xu Jingkai but turned around and strode toward the door.

Xu Jingkai froze, his father's distrust making him very depressed. Seeing his father was about to walk out of the shop, he could only helplessly step after the past and did not even take another sip of the tea brought by the shop clerk.

Two minutes later, Xu Shichang took his son into another shop that was not far from his own.

"Mr. Rong, I got a thing that had been just bought by Jingkai from outside. Mr. He from Qingwei Residence said it is a middle-level magic weapon. Would you please verify it for us?" Finding the shop owner, Mr. Rong, Xu Shichang directly explained the purpose of this visit and handed him the magic weapon.

Mr. Rong, real name Rong Fei, is a geomancer that has reached the level of Yinyang Master in the field of Fengshui, as well as a highly respected figure in the circles of antiques and magic weapons. At antique trading markets in Changji, he has a very high reputation.

With a hint of curiosity in his eyes, Rong Fei reached out to take the item in his hand and smiled, "I just got the news that the middle-level magic weapon that had been discovered before was bought by a young man. Even though someone offered one million, the other side was not willing to sell it. It turned out that the young man was your son! Sure enough, A wise goose never lays a tame egg."

Xu Jingkai smiled. The shop was now crowded with customers, and his vanity was gratified by the fact that many people could hear his father's conversation with Rong Fei clearly. Looking at the guests in the shop all gathered over, he was more satisfied, and even looked forward to selling a higher price after getting the identification result confirmed by Mr. Rong.

"Mr. Rong, is that really a middle-level magic weapon?"

A middle-aged man in his forties, the regular customer in this shop, curiously looked at the item in Rong Fei's hand and asked.

After taking a closer look, Rong Fei looked disappointed and shook his head, "it's not a magic weapon. It's just a common antique."

For a moment, the whole hall on the first floor became deathly silent.

"What? Impossible! This is absolutely a middle-level magic weapon. Could you have made a mistake?" Xu Jingkai stayed for a while and suddenly cried out in surprise.

There was an unbelievable sparkle in his eyes, and he couldn't take it in.

Xu Shichang also hurriedly asked, "Mr. Rong, did you see it carefully? Is this really not a middle-level magic weapon?"

With firmness in his weather-beaten face, Rong Fei nodded to say, "This is indeed not a magic weapon. Besides, what's strange is that the magic weapon has formed the Fengshui layout, but there's no spiritual energy in it. What a shame! It seems that there is something wrong with this antique, and the result is that the spiritual energy inside it has been exhausted. But even if it is not a magic weapon, the price should be forty or fifty thousand. That is pretty good."

Forty or fifty thousand?

Xu Jingkai was like being struck by lightning, silly looking at that item, unable to speak for a long time.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Wang Ke's last words:

"Extreme joy begets sorrow!"

Was it true that my extreme joy begets sorrow?

Xu Jingkai took a deep breath and said seriously, "Mr. Rong, it's really strange. Do you know Mr. He? Could he be wrong, too? He was willing to pay two hundred thousand yuan for it. Why don't I go over now and invite him to have a look together and make a conclusion?"

Rong Fei was surprised and said, "Old He was willing to offer two hundred thousand? Are you lying to me? Even if the price of this thing is very high, it will never be more than sixty thousand! Typically, forty thousand is sort of a pretty good price. Well, now that you say so, I'd like to know the reason. You go and get Old He here, and I'll identify it with him."

Xu Jingkai left the shop in a hurry. Twenty minutes later, he came with Mr. He.

"Ha ha... Old Rong, you don't even trust me anymore? What this boy has bought is absolutely a middle-level magic weapon. I don't go wrong with that!" Mr. He, that is, He Qingfeng didn't enter the door, big laughter first spreading in.

Taking Xu Jingkai's middle-level magic weapon, which had been drained of its spiritual energy, Rong Fei walked a few steps towards the door, and said with a bitter smile after He Qingfeng came in, "It's the antique that I don't believe in, not you! You said it was a middle-level magic weapon, but my appraisal said otherwise. Among other things, you can see if there are any spiritual energy waves nearby through energy-observing."

Hearing this, He Qingfeng was stunned and walked to Rong Fei. After concentrating on feeling for a long time, his face suddenly took on a ghastly expression, because he did not feel the spiritual energy waves that the middle-level magic weapon should have.

There were such waves in this shop, but their concentration belonged to initial-level magic weapons.

What was going on?

He had felt the spiritual energy waves of the middle-level magic weapon before, hadn't he?

How could he suddenly not feel them?

That was right!

That was the item he had told before. How did it become like this in just a short time?

Was it because he was out of his mind? Or was it just a dream?

He Qingfeng was dumbstruck and stared at the item. After reaching out to take it, he observed it carefully for a long time before smiling bitterly.

"Mr. He, is this a middle-level magic weapon?" Xu Jingkai asked eagerly. He Qingfeng's face made him uneasy, his heart changing with his face and slowly falling to the bottom.

He Qingfeng shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed, "It seems that I almost made a big mistake before. Alas, I am so old that I can't even tell whether it is a magic weapon. It seems that I should have given up the old business. It's really not a magic weapon, let alone a middle-level one.

"How could this be?"

Xu Jingkai's heart became unusually cold, his fists clenching slowly.

At the moment, he was full of remorse. The fact that this was not a magic weapon would make its price drop dramatically!

He didn't sell it when someone offered one million yuan. Now it had been confirmed that it was not even a magic weapon. That meant it was only worth forty thousand or fifty thousand. This disparity made his heart almost broken.

"Wang Ke, you bastard! It's all because of your f*cking mouth. My middle-level magic weapon!"

Xu Jingkai roared with red eyes. Even in the presence of his father and two other respected seniors, he could not help it.