Chapter 410: 200 Million Value! I Want Your Sincerity!

A world‑renowned, tomb‑recovered, treasure‑grade mutton‑fat jade tiger head.

A prime seed material, with unrivaled craftsmanship and pristine preservation.

Jiang Hen Zhi bid two hundred million at the auction, outshining the crowd, and resolutely secured the treasure.

Treating it like an ancestor, the owners claim to spend at least one hundred thousand each month on its upkeep.

Yet this extremely rare supreme treasure is valued at only fifty million at the pawnshop.

A straight, upright slash cut into the main Artery.

Lin Yang sprang to his feet with a shout and said loudly, "Boss Huang, this isn't how business is done, is it? Treating the two of us like pigs to be slaughtered?"

"You think fifty million will buy a mutton‑fat jade beast head? Even if this is called the Black Market, it won't be that black."

Huang Youcai quickly offered a conciliatory Smile, saying, "Sir, calm down; this jade is indeed large and rare, with extremely high collectible value."

"But our shop has its own rules: as the saying goes, heroes are not questioned for their origins, treasures are not questioned for their provenance. If you find the price unsuitable, turn left at the exit and go to the auction house."

"I, Huang, believe this will give you a sufficiently satisfactory price."

"You…" Lin Yang, seeing his brazen demeanor, grabbed a stool, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Stop!" Su Yang frowned, "Sit down."

Lin Yang's gaze shifted, he snorted coldly, returned the stool to its place, and plopped back down with force.

Seeing this, Huang Youcai's Smile deepened a few points, "Actually, you two may ask around; our pawnshop's price is always the highest, and once the deal is sealed, the payment will be transferred to your bank account within half an hour."

"Of course, if you wish to seek quotes elsewhere, I, Huang, welcome it with open arms."

"But… if you want to come back for a second bite, the next price won't be the same."

All pawnshops are like this, unlike a vegetable market.

If a customer fails to haggle, they turn and leave; the owner might even call them back.

Transactions here are entirely by mutual consent; stepping out the door equals giving up.

But…

In the twenty‑something minutes Huang Youcai spent appraising, his attitude shifted dramatically.

At first he bowed and nodded like a lapdog, then his rear stance became brazen and fearless.

It's easy to imagine a hidden lookout nearby; someone behind Huang Youcai gave the signal.

Otherwise he wouldn't dare speak to Su Yang, this 'big fat sheep', with such an attitude.

At this point, Su Yang lifted the empty teapot and indicated, "Boss Huang, we've seen through it."

Huang Youcai's eyes brightened at the words, he took the teapot with a chuckle, "Wait a moment, I'll go refill for you."

Just as he pulled back the curtain to enter the kitchen, Lin Yang couldn't help but curse, "Greedy dog!"

"Pawnshops are always like this; offering fifty million already exceeds my expectations," Su Yang said.

"A quarter of the price, even the excrement is losing money!" Lin Yang retorted.

"Normal, who made us rush to act?" Su Yang was not surprised at all.

If a pawnshop had conscience, it wouldn't be located in a Black Market 'no‑man's land' like this.

In such a 'laundering' setting, a ten‑percent discount is already the norm.

Often thieves just want to get the cash quickly, go out to revel, and once it's spent, they steal again.

Thus, pawnshops have developed the habit of the lion's wide‑mouth pricing.

"Shall we try another shop?" Lin Yang suggested.

"No rush, first see what medicine he's selling in his gourd." Su Yang said.

As soon as the words fell, Huang Youcai returned carrying the teapot, his face beaming with a forced smile, eagerly pouring tea for the two.

This attitude seemed to revert to how he was at the very beginning.

"How's my tea? Not bad, right?"

"So this is tea after all; I thought it was kitchen waste, a whiff of horse urine," Lin Yang said sarcastically.

Huang Youcai pretended not to hear, his attitude still upbeat.

Su Yang, seeing his emotions hidden, couldn't help but look up to him.

"The tea is fine, it just lacks someone who truly understands tea," Su Yang hinted.

Huang Youcai paused mid‑pour, still smiling, "Where are you from, little brother? Since ancient times heroes and beauties have accompanied each other, and someone like you, a Human Dragon and Phoenix, need not understand tea; the tea should understand you."

This flattery was not only comfortable but spot‑on.

Su Yang smiled, "Boss Huang really knows how to speak; no wonder the business thrives. If I were a regular, even a smaller sum wouldn't matter."

"Oh, no, I'm just speaking plainly."

After a few pleasantries, Su Yang saw he still hadn't gotten to the point and kept silent about the tiger head.

Growing impatient, he took the initiative, "To be frank, besides the mutton‑fat jade tiger head, I also brought two other treasures."

"Oh? May I have a look?" Huang Youcai asked, surprised.

In fact, when the two entered, he had already noticed Lin Yang holding two costly boxes.

A little thought would reveal what was inside.

But Huang Youcai, being clever, didn't expose it, merely feigned surprise.

"Bring them out," Su Yang said.

Lin Yang wasted no words, opened the boxes, revealing the true appearance of Lushan.

In an instant, a flash of Golden Light dazzled Huang Youcai, nearly blinding him.

Immediately another agate‑colored halo appeared.

"Mandarin duck lotus‑petal patterned golden bowl? …gold‑inlaid beast‑head agate cup?" Huang Youcai instantly recognized the details and exclaimed.

He immediately produced a pair of gloves, put them on carefully, and slowly reached toward the golden bowl.

Because the mutton‑fat jade is inherently a treasure that can be handled by hand, and the longer it is held, the more rounded and lustrous it becomes.

But these two items are different; if they get Finger pattern on them, it not only spoils the appearance, but also easily attracts dust that is hard to clean.

Therefore, Huang Youcai had to wear gloves, fearing he would tarnish the world‑renowned collection.

He seemed to perform a magic trick as he produced a magnifying glass, scrutinizing every corner, and occasionally letting out a gasp of amazement.

This object was forged from pure gold by hammering, its walls bearing a two‑layered raised lotus‑petal pattern, ten petals per layer, with exquisitely matching contours.

The upper layer's lotus petals are engraved with mandarin ducks, Fox, parrots and other animal motifs, vivid and lifelike.

The lower layer features honeysuckle flower patterns, the empty spaces filled with soaring bird cloud motifs, and a base of fish‑egg pattern.

The agate cup, however, is carved from a single piece of multicolored, silk‑wrapped agate, cleverly employing red, brown, and white textures in a charming craftsmanship?, appearing especially translucent, resembling a finely carved crystal.

The former and the latter are both vessels for holding wine; in ancient times, high officials and nobles especially favored such items for celebratory occasions.

They not only symbolize longevity, but also convey the intention of reaching the heavens' hearing.

By today, wine culture has deeply permeated people's hearts, and the wealthy are gradually emulating the ancients.

Su Yang sips his tea at an unhurried pace, yet the Corner of Eye's lingering glance constantly watches the counter window.

Before long, a faint Footstep sound suddenly emanated beside his ear.

It sounded as if the covert signal had already left.

The next moment, Su Yang's Mouth Corner lifted, and he said: "I have come with full sincerity; if Boss Huang likes it, perhaps we can take it together."

"Give me another copy of your quotation."

"Of course, what I want is your sincerity; I won't discuss any superficial nonsense."