FVN Chapter 29: The item I bought for 20,000 is actually worth 20,000?!
Chapter 29: The item I bought for 20,000 is actually worth 20,000?!
After leaving the hospital, Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan headed straight for the Jiangcheng Antique Market.
As soon as the car stopped at the market entrance, Jiang Xinlan became a little nervous and gripped Shen Yu's hand tightly:
"Shen Yu, I know absolutely nothing about antiques. Will I end up making things worse for you?"
"No." Shen Yu smiled and ruffled her hair.
"Just follow me, you don't need to do anything, I can tell the difference."
As a former Tribulation Transcending Realm expert, he could clearly see the age and material of anything with a single sweep of his spiritual sense.
Not to mention antique fakes in the mortal world, even high-quality imitations of magical artifacts from the cultivation world cannot fool his eyes.
Therefore, he remained remarkably calm, and Jiang Xinlan was also infected by his composure, which put her at ease.
The two walked hand in hand into the bustling antique market.
The market was crowded with people, and the shouts of vendors and the sounds of customers haggling filled the air.
The streets were lined with stalls selling everything from porcelain and jade to calligraphy and paintings, woodenware, and miscellaneous items.
Jiang Xinlan's eyes were dazzled by the dazzling array of stalls on both sides, and she whispered to Shen Yu:
"With so many things, where do we even begin?"
"Let's go to the medicinal herb section first and find a 300-year-old spiritual vein Polygonatum." Shen Yu gripped her hand tightly, protecting her from the crowded throng, his tone relaxed.
"Don't worry, I've already sensed it. There's something with spiritual energy inside; it can't escape."
His spiritual consciousness had already spread out, like an invisible net covering the entire market.
In his mind, all the gaudy old objects in the market were modern imitations, only a few items with a faint spiritual aura, which were exactly what he was looking for.
The two followed the flow of people and walked all the way to the medicinal herb section at the very back of the market.
It's much quieter here than in the antique area outside. The stalls on both sides display all kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs, packaged in fancy ways.
Regardless of whether they are genuine or not, the stall owners all claim that their medicinal herbs are "hundred-year-old wild" or "dug out of the deep mountains and forests," with prices ranging from a few hundred to hundreds of thousands.
Jiang Xinlan looked at the various sizes of Solomon's Seal on the stall and couldn't tell which was real and which was fake, so she could only follow Shen Yu closely.
Shen Yu led her past more than a dozen stalls without stopping.
The Polygonatum on these stalls is either artificially cultivated or not old enough.
Even if there are a few wild Solomon's seal plants that are hundreds of years old, they don't grow on spiritual vein nodes and have no spiritual energy at all, so they are not worth his attention.
Shen Yu finally stopped in his tracks at the deepest corner of the medicinal herb area.
The stall was tiny, and the owner was a dark-skinned old man. He had only a few unremarkable medicinal herbs on display in front of him, and there wasn't even a sign.
It stood out from the brightly decorated stalls next to it and hardly anyone visited.
But Shen Yu's gaze was fixed on the Polygonatum sibiricum in a wooden box at the very back of the stall.
This Solomon's seal is as thick as an adult's arm, with a dark brown skin and clear texture. It is surrounded by a faint spiritual energy. It is a three-hundred-year-old wild Solomon's seal that has grown on a spiritual vein node!
Jiang Xinlan followed his gaze and asked softly, "Shen Yu, is this it?"
"Hmm." Shen Yu nodded, looked up at the old stall owner, and asked, "Boss, how much is this Polygonatum sibiricum?"
The old man raised his head, glanced at Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan, and said slowly:
"Young man, you have a good eye. This is a wild Solomon's seal that I dug up on a cliff deep in the Shennongjia mountains. It's a hundred-year-old wild Solomon's seal. I'll sell it for at least 200,000 yuan, or I won't sell it."
The old man hadn't thought about how much money he could make from the polygonatum he had casually dug up; he just wanted to earn as much as possible, so he casually asked for a high price of 200,000.
Anyway, he asked for an exorbitant price, but he bargained down to the spot. His target price was two thousand.
As long as the final price is more than two thousand, he will make a profit no matter how much.
Hearing this, Fang Dashan, the owner of a nearby stall, immediately came over and sneered:
"Old Chen, are you out of your mind for money? You dare to sell this worthless weed root for 200,000? Young man, don't be fooled. This thing is just ordinary Solomon's seal dug up from the mountains, it's only a few dozen yuan a pound, and it's everywhere!"
"Why don't you come and take a look at my stall? This bronze artifact of mine is a genuine treasure from the Shang and Zhou dynasties!"
Fang Dashan was a notorious swindler in the market, specializing in ripping off novice tourists. He saw that Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan were dressed plainly and looked unfamiliar, so he wanted to come over and cause trouble, and also drag them to his stall to rip them off.
Jiang Xinlan's brows furrowed instantly, and she was about to speak when Shen Yu waved his hand, his tone still nonchalant:
"Two hundred thousand, right? I'll take it."
After saying that, he scanned the code to pay, and under the old man's astonished gaze, he picked up the wooden box containing the Solomon's Seal and handed it to Jiang Xinlan.
The old man was stunned. He thought he would have to haggle, but the young man bought it without even blinking! Two hundred thousand! He really made a killing!
Fang Dashan was also stunned, then sneered and shouted at the onlookers:
"Everyone, look at this! Is this young man an idiot?"
"Spending 200,000 on this thing? A complete sucker!"
"Exactly! Even if you just threw 200,000 yuan into water, you'd still make a sound. Buying this thing? Are you out of your mind?"
People around him pointed and whispered about Shen Yu, their faces full of mockery, all thinking he was a sucker who had been tricked.
Hearing the crowd's mockery, Jiang Xinlan was about to defend Shen Yu when Shen Yu stopped her, glanced at Fang Dashan indifferently, and said in an icy tone:
"Are you sure this is just ordinary broken grass roots?"
"Otherwise what?" Fang Dashan retorted, his neck stiff and his face full of disdain.
"Could it be some kind of treasure? I've been around for over ten years, what haven't I seen? If this stuff is worth two hundred bucks, I'll eat my hat!"
"Is that so?" Shen Yu's lips curled into a cold smile as he reached out and opened the wooden box, his fingertips lightly brushing against the surface of the Solomon's Seal.
A surge of pure spiritual energy instantly spread out, and the previously unremarkable Solomon's Seal instantly became oily and shiny, with clearly visible textures, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary product.
He addressed the onlookers, saying each word clearly:
"This Solomon's seal is a 300-year-old wild Solomon's seal that grew on the spiritual eye of the earth vein in Shennongjia. Its effects of strengthening the body's foundation, nourishing the vital energy, and refreshing the mind are more than a hundred times that of ordinary Solomon's seal."
"At the recent auction in Beijing, a 200-year-old Solomon's seal plant sold for 1.2 million yuan. My 300-year-old plant is worth at least 2 million yuan on the market."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence!
Two million?!
Something bought for 200,000 is actually worth 2 million?!
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, at the Huangjing in Shen Yu's hand, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Fang Dashan's smile instantly froze on his face.
"No...impossible! You're talking nonsense! How could this possibly be worth two million?!"