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Chapter 369: Do you have any shame left?
 

Everyone heard Zhong Pan’er’s eerie description and knew that the brush pen must be of considerable value.

“Pan’er, how much is that brush pen worth?” In the end, it was her best friend who asked the question everyone was most concerned about.

Zhong Pan’er stared intently at the brush pen, “If it were me, I’d be willing to pay thirty million for it!”

This time, there were no immediate gasps of astonishment at the scene.

All eyes were glued to the seemingly ordinary brush pen in Tang Feng’s hands.

Thirty… million?

This ordinary-looking brush pen is actually worth thirty million?

The bustling scene suddenly became utterly silent.

Everyone didn’t know how to express the shock they felt inside.

The previous two antiques, though shocking, hadn’t been bought before their very eyes.

But this brush pen had been bought by Tang Feng right in front of them, from that vendor.

And it only cost him a mere hundred thousand yuan.

Just a hundred thousand yuan!

They had just been mocking Tang Feng for being a sucker, but the slap in the face came too quickly.

In a blink of an eye, the value of the brush pen had leaped by three hundredfold!

It was a whole three hundred times its original price!

They had never heard of anyone picking up such a profitable find that could turn three hundred times its value.

The scene was so shocking that everyone lapsed into silence.

Although the surroundings were noisy, this particular spot fell into an eerie tranquility, which indeed was quite unique.

It wasn’t until the vendor suddenly wailed, “Ah, give me back my brush pen!”

While crying out, he clawed his way towards Tang Feng.

Thirty million was enough to drive anyone insane.

Especially when just a few minutes ago, the brush pen was still his.

In that instant, jealous rage clouded the vendor’s mind, and he tried to snatch the brush pen back.

But with a gentle sidestep, Tang Feng avoided his grab.

The vendor, not giving up just yet, lunged at him again, only to be kicked away by Xu Xinling.

“What are you doing? Trying to rob him?”

Though Xu Xinling was also quite shocked, she had to temporarily assume the role of a bodyguard.

“That’s my brush pen, give it back to me.”

The vendor’s eyes shone with fury as he glared at Tang Feng like a wild beast about to pounce at any moment.

“How is it yours? I clearly paid a hundred thousand yuan for it,” Tang Feng knew it would come to this and cursed inwardly at Zhong Pan’er for her meddling.

“I’m not selling it anymore, I’ll refund your money, just give me back the brush pen,” the vendor said with bloodshot eyes, as if he bore a mortal grudge against him.

Tang Feng was amused by his behavior, “What a joke. Don’t you understand the rules of the antique trade? Once the deal is done and the money and goods are exchanged, that was what you yourself said just a moment ago.”

The vendor knew he was in the wrong, and his momentum faltered.

But this was an antique worth thirty million, which was enough to drive anyone mad, so he put his pride aside and pointed angrily at Tang Feng.

“I…I was tricked by you just now. You deliberately used sweet talk to deceive me, you… you’re a fraud. If you don’t return the brush pen, I…I will report you to the Public Affairs Hall…”

He seemed rather guilty, and it was evident he lacked confidence as he spoke those words.

Tang Feng scoffed, “How exactly did I defraud you? I told you explicitly that this brush pen is worth thirty million, and you insisted on giving it to me. Everyone here saw it, didn’t they?”

“Yes…”

The watching crowd, eager for a spectacle, joined in on the commotion.

And indeed they weren’t lying; he had explicitly told the vendor that the brush pen was worth thirty million.

Where in the world can one find such an honest buyer?

The vendor didn’t recognize the item’s value, thinking he was being tricked, and had stubbornly pushed the brush pen into the buyer’s hand.

Now, to say that the buyer had deceived him seemed a bit unreasonable.

“I…” Seeing that Tang Feng was not an easy person to talk down, the vendor turned to seek help from Zhong Pan’er, “Miss Zhong, you’re a sensible person. Please say something fair. Who should this brush pen belong to?”

He had noticed earlier that Zhong Pan’er seemed to have some beef with Tang Feng and might help speak on his behalf.

But Zhong Pan’er’s response surprised him, “According to the rules of the antique trade, since you took the money and delivered the goods, the item naturally belongs to the buyer. Trying to take it back after seeing a good deal, do you have no shame? If everyone acted like you, the antique market would be in complete chaos, wouldn’t it?”

“Good, Miss Zhong spoke well. People who renege on their word should be collectively boycotted,” someone supported.

“That’s right, wanting to take back an item after seeing someone else make a good pick. If someone had made a loss, would you refund them?” another chimed in.

“Such a person should be banished from the antique market, lest he tarnish the reputation of our business,” another voiced.

“Truly worthy of being a disciple of Master Yao Guhuai, indeed impartial and fair…” the crowd praised Zhong Pan’er for her fair comments.

Realizing he had become the target of public hostility, the vendor gave Tang Feng and Zhong Pan’er a resentful look, cursed “Adulterer and whore,” and then packed up his things and slunk away defeated.

Tang Feng didn’t want to linger either and was about to leave with Xu Xinling.

“Wait a minute,” Zhong Pan’er suddenly called out to him, “I just stood up for you, and you can’t even say thank you?”

Tang Feng had to stop, turning back to look at her, “The incident was provoked by you, you started the fire and then put it out yourself, what’s there to thank?”

“Can’t you speak properly? Pan’er was kind enough to speak up for you, and you still think she was wrong? It’s like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, no appreciation for kindness,” the best friend jumped out again to defend Zhong Pan’er.

“Heh, birds of a feather flock together,” Tang Feng couldn’t help but retort sarcastically.

The best friend was about to blow up again but was stopped by Zhong Pan’er, “Please don’t misunderstand, I truly had no ill intentions. I just think you have strong appraisal skills, and I wanted to get to know you. May I have the honor of knowing your name?”

She unconsciously used an honorific.

If it had been just one major windfall, it might have been luck.

Getting lucky twice could perhaps still be attributed to chance.

But having picked up three major windfalls in a row, if she still explained it as luck, then she would be a bit too naive.

Clearly, the other party was a highly skilled appraiser who had remained incognito among the masses.

His skills were, at the very least, no worse than hers.