Chapter 409: Mutton‑fat Jade Tiger Head! Premium Maojian sword?!

"The boss said it was a joke; I'm just trying to tease you, and it's not like I'd waste everyone's time with a broken Stone." Su Yang smiled faintly.

The boss looked at the superior aura between his Brow and eyes, and couldn't help showing a few serious expressions.

He lightly moved his Hand and light Foot, peeling back several layers of newspaper outside, gauging the outline of the item wrapped in red Cloth Bag.

Faintly, he suddenly felt a hint of familiarity.

"Little friend, your goods… have a very proper origin, right?"

By "proper," it means coming from a wealthy family.

This is Black Market slang; most thieves like to steal wealthy families' treasures and sell them here.

Compared with other so‑called "ancestral" treasures, this kind is more popular.

No extensive appraisal needed; a glance reveals its clue.

Just as the boss's treasure in his hand, with his years of sharp appraisal, he can see at a glance that it is far from ordinary.

"The proper one emits evil," Su Yang said.

"Ha ha, that's excellent!" the boss beamed, gently pinching a corner of the red cloth and slowly unveiling it.

The item inside finally revealed its true form, under the light pure and flawless, exuding a pure beauty.

"Mutton‑fat Jade Tiger Head?!"

With just one glance, the boss discerned its origin, his breath suddenly halted.

He trembled, lightly stroking it with both hands; the touch was slick as congealed fat, with just the right chewiness.

A bit more and it looks stiff; a bit less and it appears watery.

Under the white light, the surface emitted a faint yellow halo.

Looking at its shape, this tiger head is carved lifelike, combining majesty and dominance perfectly.

It's easy to see the carver's mastery.

In today's era, decent artisans are extremely hard to find.

The difficulty with animal heads lies in faithfully rendering the creature's natural ecology without damaging the Jade's original luster and essence.

First, this top‑grade seed material is one in ten thousand, and combined with the required craftsmanship, its value is extremely high.

"This is a top‑grade Jade!" the boss's heart burned with Fire, his eyes flashing with greed.

"Cough cough—" Lin Yang, seeing his ravenous look, gave a low Reminder.

The boss snapped back to his senses, realizing his lapse, chuckled: "Sorry, those of us in this line have this flaw to some degree, please excuse it."

"No problem, feel free to appraise," Su Yang smiled faintly.

The boss took a small Flashlight from the Cupboard, meticulously inspecting every corner of the beast head, even the Jade's own grain.

Su Yang just watched his actions, not uttering a word.

Lin Yang gradually lost patience; there are so many shops behind, if everyone were like him, it would take ages before we could proceed.

"Hurry up, we're pressed for time," Lin Yang urged.

The boss gave no reply, focusing solely on the moment, his eyes the size of green beans staring to the limit.

Su Yang patted his Shoulder to signal calm, softly saying: "This fellow is fairly honest; if his price is right, we won't look for another shop."

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, intending for the boss to hear.

As soon as he said that, the boss's eyes flicked, cheerfully saying: "Two Honored Guests, please enter the VIP room for tea, could you wait patiently a moment?"

"Just now I'm thirsty, let's try your shop's fragrant tea," Su Yang strode in.

The boss lowered his posture extremely, his servile kneeling even comical.

If regular patrons of his shop saw him like this, they'd be scared stiff.

One must know that behind a Black Market pawnshop there is always a terrifying backing.

And this somewhat affluent middle‑aged man is even more wildly arrogant, looking down on everyone.

Other shops run their business with "the customer is God," but here—

Opening the door to do business, a typical person would curse and turn away.

Yet his "no‑refusal" purchasing method makes people love‑hate him.

Even if scolded to the point of blood, one still has to smile and sell the goods.

Now he is so flattering, how could one not be shocked?

"Little brother, please sit, I'll brew tea for you."

The boss twisted his Waist like a float ring, opened the tea cabinet, his gaze scanning up and down, then took out the bottommost box, a look of painful longing flashing in his eyes.

"Hehe, this is the premium Maojian sword from Floating River, this thing even money can't buy; the Warlord Leader loves to drink this variety daily."

"I'm unskilled, it took great effort to obtain just a couple."

Speaking, he pulled out a few tea leaves, placed them into the teapot, and poured hot water.

After a moment, Su Yang smelled a refreshing intoxicating tea fragrance.

"It smells proper, I want to see what the Warlord Leader actually eats," Lin Yang suddenly became interested.

"Forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Huang, given name Youcai."

"Boss Huang, you don't need to pour the tea yourself, let's inspect the goods first," Su Yang said.

"Then you may proceed, I'll be back shortly," Huang Youcai smiled, nodded, and returned to the counter to continue admiring the unparalleled treasure.

The tea aroma filled the air; even though Lin Yang usually dislikes tea, his finger twitched involuntarily.

"Tsk tsk, this is a special supply for the Warlord Leader, and this fellow can also obtain it, quite a network," Lin Yang first poured half a cup for Su Yang.

"It's just an empty reputation, all hype, just a fame effect," Su Yang exhaled, taking a shallow sip.

The entry is smooth; on the Tongue first a sweet aroma, then waves of bitterness follow.

But the bitterness is brief; after that comes a lingering sweet aftertaste.

"Indeed, when I sit in the strongest position in Jinshan City, I guess even the underpants I've worn through could fetch a sky‑high price." Lin Yang drank it in one gulp, smacked his mouth, but didn't discern any particular taste.

Su Yang, seeing his pig‑like Zhu Eight Tier‑eating‑ginseng‑fruit expression, couldn't help but smile.

"Tea isn't drunk that way; you should find time to practice this later, so you won't be laughed at," Su Yang said.

"This stuff I really can't drink; it's astringent, it scratches the tongue," Lin Yang said bluntly.

Su Yang didn't say much about it, after all it's a matter of personal taste.

It's like he doesn't like drinking alcohol, while Lin Yang loves it.

After a moment of tea, Lin Yang glanced at Huang Youcai still examining and, worried, asked, "That guy won't try to pull a fast one on us, will he?"

Su Yang turned his head, looked, and slowly said, "Behind Jin City Trading is the largest real‑estate developer in South City District; if he dares to tamper, tomorrow I'll have his boss hanging upside down in the city centre."

"He probably wouldn't dare to tamper," Lin Yang kept an extra eye out.

Not long after, Huang Youcai carefully placed the beast head on the table, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and sighed, "It truly is a supreme jade piece; I've seen countless treasures in my life."

"There are no fewer than eight hundred to a thousand jade items; I've seen all sorts of masterpieces, but none compare to this Tiger Head No. 31."

Su Yang set down his teacup, gently rubbed the tip of the tiger head, and asked, "Boss Huang, do you have a clear idea? Feel free to speak plainly."

Huang Youcai didn't answer directly, but fell into deliberation.

The room fell into silence; the two didn't disturb each other, just quietly drinking tea.

Only when the teapot was empty did Huang Youcai grit his teeth and speak, "I'm not afraid of you both laughing; our Jin City Trading can't accommodate this massive Buddha; we both know its market price."

"If you offer a normal price, I'm sorry I have no intention to accompany."

"I came with sincerity; Boss Huang, feel free to speak plainly," Su Yang said.

Huang Youcai's narrowed eyes observed Su Yang's complexion, stretched out his hand and gestured, "One‑price …"

"Fifty million!"