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

"We've arrived."

After driving for several hours, the bumpy ride was so bad that our bones felt like they were about to fall apart, we finally arrived at the Ghost Market.

Ye Tian looked up and saw that the boundary marker in front of him actually had the three large characters "Gate of Hell" written on it.

"What were you thinking, choosing such a name?"

"Whatever, let's just do as the locals do."

The checkpoint was locked with thick iron chains, and two guards with guns at their waists came out from the pavilion next to it.

"Where are your passes? If you don't have passes, go back to where you came from."

The two gatekeepers looked impatient.

"Yes, we have a pass."

Zhang Shouren quickly took out three passes from the car and put a tip of two thousand yuan underneath.

Although the Ghost Market prohibits transactions with money, we haven't entered the Ghost Market yet, so money should still be useful.

The two gatekeepers' expressions softened considerably when they saw the stack of money beneath the pass.

"The pass has been verified, no problem."

Old man, I can tell you're not short of money. Here's 100,000 each, and I'll give each of you a Ghost Market meal ticket.

With your meal tickets, you can go to any restaurant in the Ghost Market and have a full meal.

Of course, you can choose not to accept it; it's not mandatory.

"A gatekeeper said lazily."

"How will those who don't have money for meal tickets eat inside?"

Ye Tian asked, "Not everyone can afford a meal that costs 100,000 yuan."

"A capable person can find food anywhere."

People who lack ability can sell their own parts.

The ghost market is very free; if they can't stay there, they can leave whenever they want.

This is a place to make money; we don't eat people.

The gatekeeper was only willing to say a few more words because of the money.

"Yes, of course you want it. Why wouldn't you? It's just 100,000 per person. I'll give you the money right now."

Zhang Shouren opened the trunk, took out 300,000 yuan in cash, and handed it to the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper weighed it in his hand, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Here are your food tickets for the ghost market, take them."

The Ghost Market opens at noon and closes at midnight every day.

If you cannot come out before midnight, you will have to find a place to spend the night on your own.

However, safety cannot be guaranteed. Go inside.

The gatekeeper pressed the switch, retracted the chain, and Ye Tian and Zhang Shouren got into the car and sat down, then told the driver to continue driving forward.

"Mr. Ye, it's better to avoid trouble. I can afford to treat you to a meal."

"Old Zhang, since we're here at the Ghost Market, let's take a look around first."

Let's see if we can make a living with our own cooking skills.

If all else fails, we can always use meal tickets.

Ye Tian wasn't one to take things too seriously, and besides, that little bit of money wouldn't warrant a conflict between him and the two gatekeepers.

He just felt that the bosses behind the ghost market were making money way too easily.

"Haha, okay, then we'll do as President Ye says."

The town ahead became clearer.

Strictly speaking, the area ahead doesn't resemble a normal town at all, because some streets and houses are crooked and dilapidated. These are probably old houses that weren't completely collapsed, but were haphazardly repaired and cobbled together by later residents.

Only the buildings on both sides of the main street are antique-style buildings constructed later.

There were indeed many different kinds of people: gold prospectors with weathered faces; and businessmen dressed smartly but whose eyes couldn't hide their shrewdness.

A burly man with a bulging waist, a man who has tasted blood on the front lines.

They poured into the narrow streets, their cries of vendors, arguments, laughter, and curses mingling together, creating the intricate and chaotic atmosphere of the ghost market.

"Judging by the time, it's only been a short time since the market opened, and there are already so many people. The ghost market is really lively."

Ye Tian and his SUV slowly drove into the ghost market, immediately attracting many curious or ill-intentioned glances.

They parked their car, picked up their backpacks, and headed into the ghost market.

Ye Tian's gaze swept over the stalls along the way, the broken porcelain bowls, the chipped inkstones.

Rusty copper coins, obviously fake antique jade. Most of them are just trinkets to fool laymen.

But there are definitely more genuine items than outside.

Ye Tian activated his Heavenly Eye Divine Power, and after taking only a few steps, he saw something wonderful.

"Boss, how much are these silver coins?"

Ye Tian picked up an old Yuan coin from a pile of copper coins.

"300 yuan, only accepting exchanges of equivalent value in kind."

The boss had a cold face and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Okay, deal. I'll exchange them for you in a bit."

Ye Tian picked up the Yuan Shikai silver dollar and turned to the stall owner next door: "Boss, how much for this scrap of paper you used as a paperweight?"

The stall owner next door snorted coldly: "This is a scrap of fine-grained Xiuyan jade. I definitely won't sell it for less than 2000 yuan."

You think you can trade a fake Yuan Shikai silver dollar for my Xiuyan jade? Don't even dream about it.

"Boss, this Yuan Shikai silver dollar of mine is genuine, worth at least 3000 yuan."

Genuine products will turn black when exposed to sulfur, and when you blow on them, they will produce a long, clear sound.

Especially on this side of the teeth, the tooth marks are even and regular, showing signs of natural wear.

It is completely different from counterfeit goods produced by modern machine tools.

You can see for yourself if you don't believe me.

Ye Tian reached out and handed over the Yuan Datou.

"You know what, this one really does look real."

"Okay, I'll exchange it for you." The stall owner next door accepted the silver dollar and handed the Xiuyan jade to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian held the piece of Xiuyan jade and looked at the stall owner who sold him the Yuan Shikai silver dollar: "Boss, this piece of Xiuyan jade is worth at least 2000. You sold my Yuan Shikai silver dollar for 300, so you still owe me 1700."

Can I pick out another item worth 1700 from you?

The stall owner was regretting that he had sold the 3000 yuan Yuan Shikai silver dollar for only 300 yuan.

After hearing Ye Tian's words, he was a little stunned. He had exchanged his 3000 yuan Yuan Shikai silver dollar for only 2000 yuan worth of Xiuyan jade. Now he still owed Ye Tian 1700 yuan worth of things.

So, if we calculate it that way, he's the only one who suffers a loss?

That makes sense, but he did sell the Yuan Shikai silver dollar for 300, and the other party traded it for 2000 worth of Xiuyan jade. So he did owe the other party 1700.

"Fine, you choose." The stall owner was unwilling, but he couldn't change the fact that this was the case.

Ye Tian smiled faintly: "Boss, is this a Tianhuang stone? How much is it?"

The stall owner immediately protected the piece of Tianhuang stone in his hands:

"That won't do. One tael of Tianhuang stone is worth ten taels of gold. This piece of Tianhuang stone is worth tens of thousands."

Just pick one of those defective items below.

Ye Tian's lips curled up: "Alright, boss, I'll take that dark one. We're still missing a stove with a lid."

When the stall owner saw that Ye Tian had actually chosen a broken stove that nobody would want even for 200 yuan, he was immediately amused.

"Okay, no take-backs, take it, take it."

"Thank you, boss."

Ye Tian picked up the dark, broken stove from the street stall and walked out without looking back.

"I thought you were so great, but it turns out you're nothing special."

The fact that you could tell that the Yuan Shikai silver dollar was genuine was just pure luck, a stroke of pure chance.

The stall owner couldn't help but mock him from behind.

Ye Tian had already left, but upon hearing the stall owner's words behind him, he turned back.

If we don't give him a good slap in the face, we'll really be doing him a disservice.

"Boss, do you have any tools for cleaning the stove? I'd like to have it cleaned."

Ye Tian looked at the stall owner next to him who had exchanged the Xiuyan jade for him.

Before the stall owner could answer, a voice rang out from the side.

"Sir, my shop has all the necessary tools, you can borrow them for free."

The owner of the antique shop next door, Yutangzhai, looked at Ye Tian with a smile.

"My name is Sun Yutang. I don't mean anything by it, I'm just curious to see what the stove in your hand will look like after washing."

Sun Yutang was in his thirties, with delicate features. In the Ghost Market, a place teeming with all sorts of monsters and demons, his appearance was quite outstanding.

"Then I shall respectfully comply."

Seeing that Sun Yutang meant no harm, Ye Tian, ​​Zhang Shouren, and the other two entered Yutangzhai together.

"Boss Sun, that's just a piece of junk, nobody would even want it for 200 yuan."

You're wasting those precious tools you use to wash things.

"This kid just managed to snag a Yuan Shikai silver dollar, do you really think he can find something big?" The stall owner selling Ye Tian's furnace sneered.

"Whether it's junk or not, you'll know once it's washed."

"What if it's a valuable treasure? You'll be crying then!" Sun Yutang sneered and ignored him.