Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 623 - 633: Routine! (One More!)

Ye Ling took a deep breath after hearing the man's words, let out a cold laugh, and thought, "So we're getting serious, huh? Well, I'm not afraid of anyone. If we're going to play, let's play big!"

"Alright, you bid sixty thousand, right? I'll bid one hundred thousand. Come on, you raise the bid," Ye Ling said with a cold smile, stood up, and placed the bowl firmly on the ground. I've put the bowl down, but no one else but me is taking it away.

The man frowned, but the shop owner was delighted, thinking, "Yeehaw, this is a stroke of luck! In the blink of an eye, the price has shot up to one hundred thousand."

Mo Siqing watched the man beside her and smiled slightly. If her man was willing to spend, it meant that the item must be genuine. Otherwise, as shrewd as Ye Ling was, he wouldn't be so bold.

The man on the side, upon hearing Ye Ling's bid, said with a cold laugh, "Alright then, let's raise it. I bid one hundred and fifty thousand."

The spectators around them were thrilled; this was turning into a great show. None were happier than the stall owner, who was visibly exhilarated.

Raise it, raise it, the higher, the better. After all, it's me who stands to benefit in the end, ha!

"Fifty thousand? That's too little. I'll bid five hundred thousand. Come on, raise it," Ye Ling chuckled slyly, piling on an extra three hundred and fifty thousand, leaving the stall owner dumbfounded. Good Lord, five hundred thousand! That's enough to buy a hundred and some square meter house in the suburbs.

Considering the suburban real estate prices of around four to five thousand per square meter, five hundred thousand was a lot of money.

"Five hundred thousand? Have you lost your mind? You just jacked up the price by three hundred and fifty thousand in one go. Sure, the item is genuine, but are you sure you can make a profit with that bid?" the man, confronting Ye Ling over the price, snapped, thinking Ye Ling must be crazy to keep raising the bid without care for profit. Why couldn't he just increase it by ten thousand at a time?

"Mind your own business. I have money to burn, and it's my hobby. If you can, raise the bid. If not, step aside," Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders, thinking that what it came down to in this game was a sharp eye and boldness. The key was the timing of making a move. And most importantly, would Ye Ling let the stall owner easily profit so much from him?

The man inhaled deeply, "Fine, you're ruthless. I bid five hundred and fifty thousand. Keep adding, keep adding!"

The stall owner's eyes practically turned green. Damn, five hundred and fifty thousand! It was like that saying, 'Three years of not opening shop, three years of living large once you do.' With this one deal, he would be living the high life.

The man thought Ye Ling would definitely raise the price further, but suddenly, he saw Ye Ling signaling to the stall owner. Then he noticed the stall owner's excited face.

The man clenched his teeth in anger, realizing he'd been roped into a trick. Why was I bidding like a madman?

"Bro, are you satisfied with the price? If not, I'll keep raising it until you are," Ye Ling quickly seized the opportunity to say, while the stall owner eagerly nodded and shouted his satisfaction. Mo Siqing, standing beside, couldn't help laughing, thinking her man was about to pull a fast one.

"Ah, my mistake, I spoke too soon. I don't want it anymore. Fifty-five thousand, and this broken bowl's all yours."

"Brother, let me tell you, your taste is spot on. This bowl, it's definitely a Tang Dynasty color-glazed piece. Just look at the glaze—after a thousand years, it looks as good as new."

"The condition it's in, I tell you, take it to the so-called experts, and none would dare call it fake. It would blow their minds, it's that valuable. Here, it's yours."

Ye Ling waved his hand dismissively, and, upon hearing this, the man was even more convinced of his suspicion. Bullshit, such an obviously flawed trap.

"Heh, think you can fool me? Not so easy. I don't want this bowl. Whoever wants it can have it."

After saying this, the man up and left, leaving everyone stunned. Hey, what's going on? Wasn't the deal set for five hundred and fifty thousand?

What's going on, isn't this a clear case of not keeping one's word? Don't they know that's just asking to be despised?

The stall owner was even more dumbfounded. What did this mean? The surprise that was right before his eyes, just like that, it's gone? Is this some kind of joke? Does he realize he almost had a heart attack just now?

"Well, hey, brother, he doesn't want it anymore, so you buy this bowl. It's just $50,000, and nobody else is raising the price."

The stall owner strained to smile. Fifty thousand, just like that, gone. His heart was bleeding, but it was okay, fifty thousand wasn't too little, he'd make do. People shouldn't be too greedy.

Ye Ling paused, glanced at the eager eyes around him, but shook his head, causing the stall owner's heart to clench. Damn it, were you going to pull a fast one too?

"Someone just raised the price, and since he doesn't want it anymore, forget it. Here's the deal, I won't make you lose out, I'll offer $60,000, an extra $10,000 on top of the price, take it or leave it, otherwise wait for someone else."

After finishing his words, Ye Ling was calm and collected, immediately baffling the stall owner. What did this mean? From $550,000 to just $60,000 in an instant?

What kind of international joke is this, a loss of $490,000, that's a whole house! To just say it's gone like that?

Grinding his teeth, but after careful thought, the stall owner reminded himself that he had only spent $20,000 to get it from the black market. Making $40,000 in the flip was not too bad; he couldn't be too greedy.

"Fine, I'll sell it, $60,000 it is. Make the transfer!"

The stall owner clenched his teeth, Ye Ling nodded, took out his phone, transferred $60,000 to the stall owner, and then put the Tang Dynasty colored-glaze bowl into his storage ring.

"Tsk, tsk, let's go, let's keep walking around, hehe."

Ye Ling grinned. This trip had netted him millions in finds. It really was a good gig, his luck was simply unbeatable.

Citing the famous saying of the infamous crosstalk master, Boss Guo, "When I go out, if there's a day I don't find a bargain, it's a loss!"

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Ye Ling and Mo Siqing turned and left the stall, the stall owner's heart still bleeding. Damn it, a whole house just gone like that. Life's ups and downs came too quickly, he couldn't take it.

"Honey, how much is this thing actually worth?"

Mo Siqing asked softly, judging by her own taste, this little bowl was surely valuable.

Ye Ling chuckled, "Just for this bowl, our minimum profit is $5 million. How about that? As I told you, no need to fear starvation with me around, we have skills, hehe."

Mo Siqing gave Ye Ling a look, enchantingly charming, making Ye Ling's heart itch, he decided to find a hotel later and thoroughly 'service' Mo Siqing's Maserati queen.

But just at that moment, the man who had walked away before suddenly ran back, his teeth clenched in anger as he confronted Ye Ling.

"Kid, you dare to play me?"

Thinking over everything that had happened, the guy realized upon closer inspection that damn it, that bastard had set a trap for him.

Using his own impulsiveness and Ye Ling's words, a double whammy, making him lose the opportunity to score a bargain in an instant.

Ye Ling paused, then sneered, "Now you realize, isn't it a bit too late?"

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