After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

The old man held up three fingers and flipped them over again:

"Three hundred thousand, fixed price, no less!"

This is a sacred object imbued with the nation's fortune and overseas divine connections; placing it at home will ward off evil and attract wealth, and it will ensure safety when sailing at sea…

"Three hundred thousand?" Ye Tian was almost amused by this outrageous demand, but he only frowned and showed an expression of disdain.

"Grandpa, you told a good story, but this compass doesn't look like such an old object."

At most, they're Republic-era imitations, selling for a few hundred yuan at most.

Ye Tian gently placed the compass back on the stall, his movements casual.

"Hey, don't put it down!"

The old man panicked and reached out to stop him, but then pulled his hand back.

"Young man, take another look."

"The feel, the weight... never mind, you seem to know your stuff. If you're serious about buying it, this price will do!"

He made an eight-shaped hand gesture.

"Eight hundred?" Ye Tian raised an eyebrow.

"What? Eight hundred? Eighty thousand!" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Ye Tian shook his head, turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.

He could feel the old man behind him staring at him for a while, his eyes full of resentment.

"Young man, come back here, name your price!"

"Eight hundred it is, not a penny more!" Ye Tian turned his head, his attitude firm.

"Fine, eight hundred it is, give me the money!" The old man gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed.

"Wife, pay the bill." Ye Tian gave Wang Yuyan a wink.

Wang Yuyan scanned the QR code to pay, and as soon as the notification sound rang, Ye Tian picked up the compass, waved, and quickly walked away into the distance.

"Honey, how much money can we make with 800?" Wang Yuyan whispered in Ye Tian's ear.

"At least 80 million!"

"So many? That's so exciting!" Wang Yuyan almost jumped up with joy.

This was the first time Nalan Mingyue had witnessed Ye Tianjian's abilities firsthand.

In just a few minutes, he made 80 million after taking a stroll around the ghost market.

It only cost 800 yuan.

This ability is just too overpowered!

Moreover, even though he knew the item was worth 80 million, he still dared to turn around and leave when the stall owner offered 80,000.

What kind of strong mental fortitude does one need to bet that the stall owner will definitely call him back?

"Ye Tian, ​​how can you be sure the stall owner will call you back?"

Nalan Mingyue couldn't help but ask.

"Because I had already given him a psychological suggestion in our previous conversation."

This thing is worth at most a few hundred dollars.

He quoted a price of 80,000, which was the price he quoted for an old item from Zheng He's treasure ship. He didn't believe the item was worth 80,000.

If I really agree to buy it for 80,000, he will definitely have some doubts and might not sell it to me.

Moreover, I have already told him that this is a counterfeit worth several hundred yuan, and it is only reasonable to buy it for a few hundred yuan.

Don't think I'm being too aggressive in bargaining; it's a psychological game.

One careless move, and the whole game is lost.

In the antique trade, what matters is a discerning eye, but what truly matters is understanding people's hearts.

Humans are far more complex than the beasts on your mountain.

"Does Miss Mingyue agree?" Ye Tian explained with a faint smile.

At this moment, Nalan Mingyue finally understood that Ye Tian's achievements today were not solely due to his all-seeing eyes.

His mind, his intelligence, his wisdom, and his courage are all one in a million.

After leaving that stall, Ye Tian and his two companions continued to wander around the market.

My gaze swept over the other stalls, but my mind was no longer on those bizarre and wonderful "antiques".

He walked around seemingly casually, but in reality, he was focusing some of his attention on what was behind him.

After walking about twenty meters, we passed through the narrow gap between two stalls.

He keenly spotted, out of the corner of his eye, a man of medium build wearing a gray jacket in the crowd about seven or eight meters behind him.

He was looking down at his phone, but the trajectory and speed of his movement were surprisingly synchronized with his.

They were fast, and so was that person.

He stopped at another stall and pretended to examine a snuff bottle, while the other man happened to stop at the nearby used book stall and picked up a book.

His gaze seemed to peek through the pages of the book, glancing this way.

He was no ordinary tourist.

Ye Fan felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his mind: "We're being followed. Don't turn back, keep moving forward."

He reminded the two women, but the three of them remained calm and continued walking forward.

After observing for another ten seconds or so, I confirmed it.

This was the only person who used very professional techniques, maintaining a fixed distance and multiple cover points.

The intention to follow is obvious, but the actions are not strongly aggressive.

It was more like observation, or rather, probing.

"Is it someone from the Zhao family? Or someone from the World Society? Or some other local force?" Ye Tian's mind raced.

As Nalan Mingyue just mentioned, the local forces are deeply entrenched. In addition to the open chambers of commerce, there are several underground forces that are particularly enthusiastic about mysterious items and ancient traditions.

"Honey, there's only one person here, do you want to do it?" Wang Yuyan gestured.

"No, if we make a move, we'll alert them."

Local gangs lack a sense of the rule of law; if a real fight breaks out, it will definitely escalate.

This will have a very negative impact on Ye Tian's subsequent actions.

There's only one person left. It'll be easy for us to shake him off. Come with me.

Nalan Mingyue walked to the next intersection, turned around, and pulled Ye Tian and Wang Yuyan into a narrower alley.

The alley was dimmer and there were significantly fewer people.

This area appears to be on the fringes of the ghost market, with even fewer stalls.

Most of them were people sitting listlessly on small stools with only a cloth spread out in front of them.

The three of them quickly took a few steps and made use of a corner piled with discarded packaging boxes.

With a swift movement, he took a few quick steps and slipped out through another exit, merging into another stream of people returning to the main alley.

Ye Tian glanced back and saw the figure in the gray jacket pause at the alley entrance, look around, and then quickly follow.

However, they had clearly lost track of Ye Tian and the other two's exact location and could only search in general directions.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Tian and his two companions changed direction repeatedly, completely shaking off their pursuers.

Back in the brightly lit and relatively safe Cloud Sea Ghost Market area, Ye Tian and his companions finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't this a cat-and-mouse game between the three of us? It's quite fun, hehehe."

Wang Yuyan leaned against Ye Tian's chest, looking at everything with great interest.

The three of them strolled around for a while longer until they got tired, and then they returned to their lodgings. It was already past four in the morning.

Unable to sleep, Ye Tian disassembled the compass and took out the cat's eye stone and fragments worth 80 million.

The fragment wasn't a relic from Zheng He's treasure ship, but the markings on it did point to a deeper mystery.

Ye Tian precisely reproduced the pattern on the leather fragment on a specially made electromagnetic drawing board.

Wang Yuyan stared at it for a long time, her brows furrowing more and more tightly.

"I feel like I've seen this mark before!"

Wang Yuyan's voice was very soft, with an air of disbelief.

"My grandfather made his fortune in maritime transport when he was young."

I think I saw a similar mark in the most secluded corner of our family's ancient book collection when I was a child.

It represents the "gates of hell" where ships go missing, or the eye of a storm at sea.

This place has a strange climate and turbulent ocean currents year-round; it's said to be the site of ancient shipwrecks.

Ye Tian was stunned when he heard this. The abandoned mine on the ground and the eye of the storm at sea, could there be some connection?

This style of characterization seems to be the work of one person.

Ye Tian rubbed his throbbing temples; these baffling clues left him feeling exhausted.

"Honey, it's getting late, we should rest!"

Wang Yuyan slowly removed her clothes, looking at Ye Tian with seductive eyes.

"My beauty, the King has arrived..."

The next morning.

Nalan Mingyue came to Ye Tian and Wang Yuyan with an invitation in hand.

"Yuyan, the invitation is from Zhao's Gold Shop, a long-established jeweler in Yunhai."

They have a long-standing relationship with your royal family.

Knowing you were coming, they sent me the invitation; you should pay your respects.

"Would you like to go and meet the local tyrant of Yunhai?"