Chapter 50

"Eight ten thousand, you want to sell a broken chamber pot for eight ten thousand!" Li Bing exclaimed from the side.

"Sir, this is not an ordinary chamber pot. This is a magical tool used by Master Yang Jiupin. Last year, someone who bought a magical tool from my stall resold it for five hundred thousand to the Jufazhai."

"If the magical tool is so valuable, why don't you sell it to the Jufazhai yourself?" Mo Yongxing had seen Qin Yu's Feng Shui compass, and in his eyes, that compass was worth more than five hundred thousand, so he originally thought that the price of magical tools would be at least several million. He didn't expect the stall owner to say it was only worth five hundred thousand.

"Well, this magical tool doesn't look very elegant, but in terms of its function, it's no less effective than other magical tools." The stall owner's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but he quickly explained.

Mo Yongxing, upon hearing this, thought it made sense. The chamber pot indeed didn't look good from the outside or in terms of its symbolism. He then said to the stall owner, "I'll take it for eight ten thousand. Do you accept cash or check?"

"Sir, I don't know what a check is. I only accept cash. There's an ATM not far from here. I'll take you there."

The man's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction as he saw Mo Yongxing take out his wallet, and he replied with a grin.

"Aren't you afraid that someone will take your stall's items if you leave?"

"Don't worry, sir. I'll ask the neighboring stall to keep an eye on it for me." The stall owner smiled, but in his heart, he was thinking, "All the items on my stall are ordinary ceramics from a ceramic factory. Who would take them? I'm just trying to fool you outsiders."

In the stall owner's eyes, Mo Yongxing was a fat sheep, easily deceived. Since last year, when it was rumored that someone had found a real magical tool at a flea market, the business at the flea market had boomed, with the number of people increasing several times. Some were looking for magical tools to use themselves, while others were hoping to get lucky and resell them.

But how many magical tools could there be in the world? The stall owners just brought some fake items to deceive people. At first, it worked well, as some novices would often spend a lot of money on fake items, but the prices were only a few thousand. Over time, fewer and fewer people fell for it.

Someone like Mo Yongxing, who bought an item for eighty thousand after just a few glances, was rare. The stall owner had already decided that after selling this chamber pot, he would close his stall and rest for a long time with this money.

"Sir, I've packed it in a box for you. Please take it carefully."

The stall owner's face lit up as he took the eighty thousand from Mo Yongxing. He found a fancy gift box from somewhere and carefully placed the chamber pot inside.

Li Bing naturally held the chamber pot, but Mo Yongxing didn't rush to leave. Instead, he continued to browse.

"Sir, this compass is only three hundred. You're really overcharging."

"Miss, this compass is made of ordinary wood and is missing a corner. It has no practical value. If it weren't a piece from the Republic of China era, I wouldn't even take it for a hundred."

Leng Rou's narrow eyes furrowed. The compass indeed didn't look good. She had asked a few shops, and their offers were all one or two hundred, with some not even willing to take it. The stall owner's offer of three hundred was relatively high.

"Sir, can you add a bit more? How about five hundred? I'll sell it to you for five hundred." After thinking for a moment, Leng Rou said.

"Three hundred is the highest price I can offer." The stall owner shook his head, firmly sticking to his price.

"What three hundred? Boss Qian, have you received any good items?"

Just as Leng Rou was about to agree, a few more people entered the shop. They were clearly divided into two groups: two middle-aged men and two young men.

"Oh, Master Pang, Master Ji, it's been a while since you've visited my shop. We have quite a few good items recently. Would you like to take a look?"

Boss Qian clearly knew the two middle-aged men well and greeted them warmly, but he didn't bother to greet the two young men.

"Master Ji and I are here to look for good items. The Southern Colleagues' Exchange is about to start, and we don't want to be at the bottom." The middle-aged man laughed and continued the conversation.

"That compass in the girl's hand, is it for sale? Can I take a look?" Ji Quan's words drew everyone's attention to Leng Rou.

The two young men on the other side, Mo Yongxing and Li Bing, saw Leng Rou and their eyes lit up. Such a beautiful girl was rare.

These two young men were none other than Mo Yongxing and Li Bing. Li Bing was attracted by Leng Rou's appearance, while Mo Yongxing, though also impressed by her beauty, was more interested in the compass in her hand.

"Sure, take a look."

From their conversation, Leng Rou knew that the two middle-aged men were likely feng shui masters. She generously handed the compass to them.

"The craftsmanship on this compass is quite good, but it's a pity that it's missing a corner. Otherwise, it would be a rare and valuable compass. Master Pang, take a look." Ji Quan took the compass, examined it carefully, and then passed it to the man beside him.

"Good, indeed a fine compass. The craftsmanship is likely from a master, and the materials are genuine. If it weren't for the damage, it would be worth several thousand."

"Master, Boss Qian just said the materials are ordinary, and I checked, it's just ordinary mountain wood." Leng Rou asked, puzzled.

"Boss Qian, you're deceiving the girl again." Ji Quan first glanced at Boss Qian and then explained, "A compass is a tool used by feng shui masters to determine direction. A good compass has three key aspects: craftsmanship, materials, and magnetic field. The craftsmanship is self-explanatory; the compass must be precise, and even a small error can cause significant differences. As for the materials, many people think that the more valuable the wood, the better the compass, but this is a misconception. The more valuable the wood, the stronger its magnetic properties, which can affect the compass needle, causing instability. The third aspect, the magnetic field, is related to the overall compass. A good compass must be smooth, not machine-cut, but smoothed through long-term use, forming a Tai Chi magnetic field."

Ji Quan's words enlightened Leng Rou. She realized that the materials of the compass were actually good. She then looked at Boss Qian.

"Miss, I'm not deceiving you. What Master Ji said is true, but your compass is damaged and has lost its practical value. A damaged compass, even if made of valuable materials, has no practical value. I'm only willing to buy it because of the good craftsmanship."

"Master, what Boss Qian said is correct. A damaged compass is indeed worthless." Ji Quan nodded, agreeing with the boss.

Mo Yongxing didn't speak, his eyes occasionally flashing with light, but it was unclear what he was thinking. It wasn't until Leng Rou agreed to sell the compass for three hundred that he spoke up:

"Miss, I'll offer you one thousand for this compass. Would you consider selling it to me?"

Mo Yongxing's sudden offer drew everyone's attention, especially Li Bing, who first looked puzzled but then seemed to understand, muttering, "Young Master Mo, what a clever move. Pretending to buy the compass to get close to her, then finding a way to get her contact information. Why didn't I think of that?"

"Do you want to buy this compass?" Leng Rou was initially pleased by Mo Yongxing's offer but then her face darkened. She thought the same as Li Bing—was he trying to get close to her?

Leng Rou had encountered many playboys before. When she worked as a sales promoter, some playboys would pretend to buy things to get close to her. She always treated them with a cold face and often made them lose both their money and their dignity.

"Who is this young man?" Boss Qian squinted his eyes. To be honest, he could sell the compass for five hundred after buying it for three hundred, making a profit of two hundred. This young man's sudden offer of one thousand left him puzzled.

"I'm just a customer. I'm here to buy things. I like this compass and want to buy it to play with."

Mo Yongxing put on a show of being a rich and arrogant customer, and with his air of a spoiled rich kid, everyone thought he was more interested in the owner of the compass than the compass itself.

"I won't sell it."

Leng Rou's lips curled into a cold smile. She had many ways to deal with playboys.

"Five thousand!" Mo Yongxing didn't hesitate, continuing with a wicked smile, as if boasting, "I have plenty of money."