Tomb Raiders: Treasure Raiders

Chapter 38 Payment in installments (3)
Qu Mowei wandered around the cultural relics area following Han Feng step by step, and suddenly remembered that Han Feng had less than 3000 yuan on him, so he leaned into Han Feng's ear and whispered, "You want to make cultural relics on the basis of 900 yuan Business? You don’t even have the qualifications to get started, don’t forget you owe me [-] yuan.”

Han Feng ignored his blow, and continued to wander around the roadside stalls. The voice in his head kept reporting the material and age of the things Han Feng noticed. A treasure that has been overlooked, Han Feng waits for the right opportunity to make a move.

Not long after walking, Han Feng felt very tired, and it was mentally exhausted. Han Feng faintly felt that it should be due to the use of the ring. It seems that every advantage must have a disadvantage. The extremely long sleep should be due to the use of the throwing knife.

Han Feng managed to pull himself together, and Han Feng automatically filtered those things that looked expensive, anyway, even if they had investment value, they couldn't afford them, so as not to waste the ability of the ring, and in this way, he could reduce his fatigue as much as possible.Therefore, in the eyes of others, Han Feng's gaze was erratic, and he never focused on anything.

Han Feng walked around and came to an unremarkable stall. The things here were messy, like a garbage dump, and the owner of the stall was also listless. Obviously, the business was not booming.Qu Mo came to the back of the stall in a grand manner, slapped the owner on the shoulder and said, "Old Xiao, why are you still setting up a stall?"

The stall owner gave Qu Mowei an angry look and said, "Are you trying to do business with me today? Little tail, let me tell you, if you dare to move your fingers, don't even think about staying."

Qu Mowei looked at Han Feng who was observing the products on the booth in a panic, and said in a low voice: "Business is getting more and more difficult, and now I have switched to lending. This is a legitimate job. I plan to give up the two-finger business. Now I'm also a person of status, don't call me Little Tail anymore."

Han Feng's spiritual sense observed Qu Mowei, the owner of the booth, Lao Xiao, and the people passing by at the same time, but his eyes fell on a simple glass vase, and the voice sounded in Han Feng's mind: "Natural crystal stone, carved and dated to 520 years."

Han Feng's eyes hurriedly left the vase, 520 years, that should be the darkest era of tyrants in history. At that time, it was a feudal society, and Lei Hanxiao, the monarch who unified the Eastern Continent, ushered in a new era, and it was also the most brutal era. In that era, skilled craftsmen were summoned to serve Lei Hanxiao's royal family. That era left behind many rare treasures that were difficult to reach. Is this crystal vase a product of this era?How could it end up in a street stall?
Han Feng picked up the crystal vase and was about to ask the price, Qu Mowei had already pulled Han Feng and said: "Old Xiao is all fakes here, he specializes in this, and you want to pan for gold in the ghost market just because of your vision? Is it okay? Otherwise, you should give me all the money you have, it’s better than being slaughtered like a sheep.”

(End of this chapter)