Throwing a Tantrum

After leaving that jade shop, Ning Wangshu couldn't help shaking his head, thinking to himself: "It seems directly seeking recycling from jade shops really isn't a good choice."

"These jade shop owners basically won't offer a genuine price. I still need to find a buyer who knows the goods..."

Thinking this, Ning Wangshu suddenly had an idea: "If I'm looking for an individual buyer, why not just carve this jade into finished pieces to sell?"

"This Spirit Jade can definitely be carved into two jade pendants. If I meet a buyer who likes them, the price might even be higher."

"Besides, I remember there's an antique market on Yiren Road. It'd be better to just go there and set up a stall to sell..."

With that, Ning Wangshu hesitated no longer. He first returned to his younger sister's rented place and directly used spiritual power to carve that piece of Spirit Jade into a pair of Dragon and Phoenix Jade Pendants.

Ning Wangshu carved directly with spiritual power, and the finished product was fully comparable to master-level works.

Moreover, it only took a few minutes to finish!

Afterward, Ning Wangshu immediately rushed to the antique market on Yiren Road.

This antique market sold all kinds of things—porcelain, jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, including bronze ware.

Of course, as one could imagine, ninety-nine percent of the items here were modern counterfeit crafts. Occasionally, one might encounter a genuine piece.

Still, quite a few people were browsing here.

Ning Wangshu quickly found a corner spot, spread a cloth bag on the ground, and laid out the two jade pendants he had just carved—one dragon, one phoenix.

Then he sat down cross-legged.

He didn't hawk his wares, relying entirely on fate!

If a buyer who knew the goods and liked them came along, they would naturally ask. As for ordinary people, even if they could recognize quality, whether they could afford the price was another question.

He sat there for over an hour.

Probably because Ning Wangshu's spot was too tucked away, no one showed any interest for over an hour. But there was no helping it—all the better spots in the market had long been taken, so how could he get one?

Still, Ning Wangshu wasn't in a hurry.

The two jade pendants he had carved were both quite valuable, and not many people could afford the price.

Besides, he had nothing pressing to do right now, so he had plenty of leisure to wait patiently.

As noon approached.

An old woman and a Middle-aged woman passed by Ning Wangshu's stall. The old woman happened to glance at the two jade pendants he had laid out, and her steps faltered as her gaze landed on the Dragon-shaped jade pendant.

"Oh, this pendant looks pretty good. Why not buy it for my grandson to wear!"

The old woman spoke.

The Middle-aged woman with her also followed her gaze.

"It does seem okay."

The Middle-aged woman responded.

Then, the two crouched down in front of Ning Wangshu's stall. The Middle-aged woman saw that his stall only had those two pendants and asked with some surprise: "Are you only selling these two items?"

Ning Wangshu, seeing someone finally inquire, replied: "That's right, just these two pendants."

The Middle-aged woman said nothing more, but the old woman directly reached out and picked up the Dragon-shaped jade pendant, rubbing and examining it carefully for a moment before asking: "How much is this pendant?"

Ning Wangshu glanced at her and said: "One million!"

"One million!?"

The old woman was startled, her eyes wide: "Why don't you just rob someone! For a broken piece of jade like this, you want one million?!"

Hearing her words, Ning Wangshu frowned, knowing she definitely wouldn't pay that price, so he didn't want to waste words with her and said directly: "If you think it's too expensive, please put the pendant down."

However, the old woman didn't put it down. Instead, she said: "Five hundred! This pendant of yours isn't that great, it's only worth five hundred. How about it? If you sell, I'll give you the money right now!"

"Five hundred? Hah..."

Ning Wangshu laughed in exasperation but couldn't be bothered to argue with her. He said flatly: "You'd better check out other stalls. As for my pendant, one million, not a cent less!"

"Please put my pendant down!"

Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, the old woman kept on being unreasonable: "Young Man, I'm offering you five hundred, which is already pretty good. Don't be ungrateful. One million, not a cent less—do you think anyone will pay one million for this broken jade of yours?"

"Tell you what, I'll add a bit more. Eight hundred! I'll buy it for eight hundred!"

She said this, but she still refused to put the pendant back.

Ning Wangshu frowned and said in a low voice: "How much I sell for is my business. I'll say it again: if you can't accept this price, then please put my pendant back!"

Seeing Ning Wangshu wouldn't budge, the old woman's face turned sour, and she raised her voice: "What do you mean? You think I can't afford it?"

"Isn't it just a piece of junk stone? Like anyone would be that eager for it, pfft!"

"Then put my pendant down!"

Ning Wangshu also raised his voice a bit, growing annoyed with this unreasonable old woman.

"What, if I don't put it down, are you going to hit me? I want to buy something, what's wrong with looking? Are you selling things without letting people see?"

The old woman wore a fiercely unreasonable expression.

Ning Wangshu suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't put my things down, don't blame me for taking matters into my own hands!"

Who would have thought that as soon as Ning Wangshu said this, the old woman plopped down on the ground, throwing a tantrum and shouting, "Oh dear, someone come quick, he's hitting me! This young man is bullying an old woman like me..."

Her wailing immediately drew the attention of many people nearby, who looked over in surprise.

Ning Wangshu was thoroughly amused and infuriated by the old woman's hysterics. He said coldly, "Playing this game with me, are you? You take my things, refuse to let go, and now you're throwing a fit?"

"What do you mean, throwing a fit? A young man like you bullying an old woman—are you even human? Everyone, come look! This young man is about to hit someone..."

The middle-aged woman also joined in, shouting like a complete shrew.

The passersby who didn't know what was happening couldn't help but start pointing and whispering among themselves.

Seeing this, Ning Wangshu didn't bother with any more words. He stood up and forcibly pried the jade pendant from the old woman's hand. The old woman still clung to it stubbornly, refusing to let go, and tried to struggle.

But Ning Wangshu secretly channeled a thread of spiritual energy, directly immobilizing her body so she couldn't move an inch, and her hand clutching the jade pendant involuntarily opened.

After retrieving the jade pendant, Ning Wangshu withdrew his spiritual energy.