Chapter 50: My Lover Likes It (Neolithic Late Period Black Pottery?!…)
That was… a piece of ink jade carved like a small black cat hugging its tail?
Before gaining his footing, Le Can’s heart stirred. He couldn’t help but reach out, holding onto the human stabilizer supporting him, and crane his neck to look.
The ink jade was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with rounded edges, presenting an approximate teardrop shape. It wasn’t large, not exceeding the length of a human thumb.
It was casually placed at the very edge of a small patch of white jade, seemingly unvalued by its current owner. It was pitiably squeezed next to the ring setting display stand together with the small black bowl of the same color.
These were the only two purely black small items on the stall, exiled here together.
One was an inconspicuous matte texture, the other reflected the unique soft luster of jade stone. Actually… they each had quite a distinctive character.
Fate was just that wonderful.
A few minutes ago, Le Can was telling Xi Yun that if he met an ancient jade he liked, he would take it home. In the blink of an eye, he had actually encountered a jade that caught his eye.
But buying things, especially things without clearly marked prices like this, tabooed revealing true thoughts. Otherwise, what awaited was being severely manipulated by the seller, or even having the price raised several times in secret.
Well-versed in bargaining techniques and possessing over a decade of bargaining experience, Le Can instantly adjusted the expression on his face from wonder to surprise, and even a hint of apprehension.
“Sorry, boss, I didn’t mean to.”
“I don’t know who bumped me from behind just now. I lost my footing and couldn’t hold onto the item.”
While explaining, Le Can patted Xi Yun on the shoulder with the hand resting there, urging, “It’s fine now, put me down quickly!”
Speaking, his voice lowered involuntarily, revealing a few points of caution: “Go check the ring setting and the bowl that got hit…”
Xi Yun withdrew the hand holding the young man’s lower back, looking at the person in front of him with a slight frown and hesitation.
Could it be Le Can already knew that bowl…
“Hurry up!” In everyone’s eyes, the impatient young lad punched his calmer companion twice, looking like [I really can’t stand that you don’t even understand hints].
Probably out of options, he simply smashed the pot (gave up pretending): “I said it’s fine, don’t dawdle, go check if the things are still okay!”
Oh~ The onlookers understood.
So the tall one was more worried about the short one, and the short one was worried about paying money for damaged goods.
They subconsciously defined this event quickly: a reasonable, ordinary little incident.
The only thing extraordinary was probably the looks of the two protagonists.
One lively and youthful, one cold and steady; each good-looking in their own way, yet equally matched.
However, it was crowded between stalls in the West District, not suitable for lingering too long. Plus, people who came here more or less had other objectives. Beautiful things were indeed desirable, but most people focused more on themselves.
Confirming there was no melon to eat (drama to watch), everyone moved their gazes away after admiring the beautiful scenery for a few glances.
Hearing clearly what Le Can said, the older stall owner was startled instinctively at first. But when he saw the item mentioned in the young man’s words, his half-standing body relaxed back into the seat.
He thought it had hit something important.
It was just a silver empty ring setting falling into a bowl—that black bowl the stall owner couldn’t even remember which corner he had dug it out from.
Things that didn’t even total four digits in value; no big deal could happen.
Tension turned instantly into lack of interest.
At the same time, Xi Yun had already taken that strange bowl into his hands.
A bowl-shaped container that looked like black pottery inside and out, the surface was neither fine nor smooth. It wasn’t very large either; for instance, Xi Yun could hold it steadily with just one hand.
He silently weighed it in his mind—much heavier than an ordinary bowl.
But the black bowl’s walls and base were very thick, and its appearance was clumsy and simple. One couldn’t see any traces of complex, fine craftsmanship on it at all…
It seemed normal for it to be heavier.
The plain bowl had no patterns, simply a bald bowl. And because the color was black, if there were cracks or chips anywhere, they would actually be easily discovered.
Xi Yun picked up the silver ring setting from the bowl.
A fuzzy head squeezed next to his hand, “How is it? How is it?”
The probability of a silver ring having problems was almost zero. If the small black bowl really cracked, Le Can would buy it. But honestly, the likelihood of a ring setting smashing a bowl shouldn’t be high.
He was handing over his own leverage so eagerly just to lure someone to “bite the hook.”
Xi Yun opened his mouth to answer the question.
Noticing the person beside him was about to speak, Le Can suddenly grabbed the man’s arm tightly and blinked at him at high frequency.
Stop! Stop stop stop!
The continuous inner voice was like a sudden downpour. The light-colored lips that Xi Yun had opened a crack slowly closed.
Seeing this scene, the burning gazes falling on him softened instantly. The watery peach-blossom eyes curved into crescent shapes at an angle only Xi Yun could see.
So good…
Sincere praise carried a sighing tail note.
In an instant unknown to anyone, someone’s breathing faltered for a second. The heartbeat lost its rhythm, and the ability that had been quiet for not long began to release presumptuously.
Xi Yun abruptly tightened his grip on the cold silver ring in his hand, moving his gaze away somewhat wretchedly.
Le Can didn’t notice the anomaly beside him because he had already started acting.
The young man lowered his head to look into the small black bowl, and the smile on his face seemed to freeze. The upturned corners of his eyes drooped, listlessly displaying the owner’s worry.
“Why is there… a small crack here?”
The crack was fake; lying with eyes wide open was real.
He frowned slightly, “Husband (Laogong), do you remember what this bowl looked like before? Was this crack there before?”
The person being asked lowered his eyes, his brows equally locked, seemingly stumped by this question and unable to give an answer immediately.
Le Can instinctively felt something was wrong with Xi Yun.
But this play didn’t require the other’s reply, so he could only suppress his doubts and shake Xi Yun’s arm vigorously. “You don’t remember either? Then what do we do, Husband?!”
On the wrist being held high and shaken, the understated luxury of the silver-blue dial of the Alaisaz (DeLaneau/Patek/Generic Luxury Brand placeholder implied) watch, acting out of character, reflected a gem-like brilliant light.
People who knew the goods gasped sharply the moment they saw the item. Even those who didn’t know, having been blinded twice by the flash, could guess the watch’s immense value.
Such a person, in the antique market, was tantamount to a stunningly beautiful big fish that would make fishermen unable to walk away!
Although the middle-aged stall owner didn’t recognize the Alaisaz, he clearly understood that now was a good opportunity—an excellent opportunity to make big money!
Selling antique miscellaneous items at the Helin Flower, Bird, and Antique Market, how many could pat their conscience and say their stuff wasn’t mixed with fakes at all?
In this environment, in this situation, the stall owner’s already scant conscience was firmly suppressed by greed. He rubbed his hands nervously and excitedly under the table, then looked up with an expression of anger and distress.
“My bowl is Neolithic Late Period Black Pottery!”
“Originally preserved so completely, auctioning it off would fetch at least 500,000. Now that it’s cracked, the price will probably have to be cut in half no matter what!”
The middle-aged stall owner had an ordinary face, looking forty or fifty years old, but his voice was full of energy. Especially with the guilty, excited performance, his voice involuntarily grew even louder.
For a moment, these two wails resounded through the surrounding stalls and crowds.
Passersby who didn’t know the truth widened their eyes upon hearing “500,000,” starting to look for the living “500,000.”
Other stall owners familiar with the middle-aged man rolled their eyes, curled their lips, or spat…
If this guy really had any substance, would he be reduced to setting up a stall with them every day?
However, encountering such a sucker (冤大頭), other stall owners were still envious. Because usually in this situation, the worst-case scenario was still a small profit.
Le Can’s expression almost cracked.
What Neolithic Late Period Black Pottery?!
And auctioning it for at least 500,000?!
Le Can knew the hearts of people in the market were black, but he didn’t expect the other party’s blackness to be this pitch-black. Really didn’t leave even a spot for light to leak through for him!
He immediately wanted to roll up his sleeves and reason with this black-hearted guy.
Living a second life, Le Can’s reason for spending money was only one.
He was willing.
Le Can would only spend money he wanted to spend. For money he didn’t want to spend, don’t even think about getting a cent out of him. Let alone scamming him—that would only create an irreconcilable feud!
“250,000.”
Suddenly, a hand stopped the angry young man. Immediately after, the man who stepped forward slowly raised his eyes.
In the middle-aged stall owner’s line of sight, he looked up to see a pair of silver-gray double pupils looking over coldly.
Those eyes were extremely indifferent, carrying the disdain exclusive to those in high positions, as if tearing apart all the greed and ugliness in his heart.
The stall owner shuddered abruptly, “I…”
Teeth collided, unable to spit out a complete sentence.
“The bowl, plus these two pieces of white jade and this piece of ink jade, 250,000.”
It should have been a negotiation, but it sounded like the final ultimatum, a quick battle, life or death decided in one sentence.
But in reality, Xi Yun was just unsure if Le Can wanted only that small black cat ink jade.
Although the young man’s gaze only stayed on the ink jade, he couldn’t deny whether he might be interested in other jades…
Because of the uncertainty, when Xi Yun picked the “gifts,” he specifically picked two pieces of white jade that barely passed as decent among the trash.
When Le Can heard Xi Yun say 250,000, his subconscious reaction was to refute. But soon, remembering what the male lead’s ability was, his eyes swept thoughtfully over the three jade pieces and the small black bowl.
Xi Yun never made a losing trade.
Among these four small things, which one or ones… were real antiques?
He reacted quickly, putting his hands on his hips, pretending to be disdainful and suspicious.
“Just for this broken little bowl? I thought 50,000 would be the absolute limit. Why do you have to pay 200,000 more, Husband? Our family’s money didn’t come from the wind!”
Xi Yun looked at Le Can, who seemed like a completely different person from usual, and thought for a moment.
“Because you said you liked jade and wanted to buy a few pieces to take back.”
Le Can froze, eyes dazed.
He couldn’t distinguish for a moment whether the male lead’s logic was too strong—incorporating reality while helping him act—or if this was his true inner thought.
Narrowing his eyes slightly in silence for two seconds, the young man suddenly pointed his finger at the ring display cabinet on the side.
“Then I want these too, all of them.”
Hearing this sentence, Xi Yun nodded calmly at first.
For a moment, Le Can couldn’t tell if he was relieved or something else.
But before he could figure it out, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. Xi Yun walked straight to the other stall owner, the young girl.
“Hello, wrap these ring settings up together, please.”
Alienation mixed with politeness.
Completely different from the tone used with the middle-aged stall owner just now.
The girl, who only rented a small space from the middle-aged stall owner and had been gritting her teeth wondering whether to warn the two, was caught off guard by the question.
She let out a confused “Ah?”
Xi Yun repeated very patiently: “My lover likes these. We want to buy all the ring settings, is that okay?”
The young girl’s eyes were instantly lit up.
She covered her mouth with both hands, nodding excitedly and uncontrollably.
Yes yes yes!
Omg Mom, it’s a deity! Two of them!!!
Seeing Xi Yun pay cleanly and efficiently, buying out the little girl’s stuff, but making no further indication after dropping those words to him…
The middle-aged stall owner broke out in a cold sweat from anxiety.
It was fear, and also panic.
“250,000, you said it. Take them, take them, take them all!”
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