What Kind of Advantage?

Feng Jun insisted on examining the two stone balls for a simple reason—they seemed to be made of jade.

The big man was utterly unwilling, but in the end, he reluctantly handed the stone balls over. "These two stone balls of mine aren't cheap. If you break them, you'll have to compensate me."

Feng Jun said nothing more. He took the stone balls and examined them for a while, then stepped aside and pulled out a magnifying glass.

Some curious onlookers wanted to crowd over and see what he was doing. At a market fair, idle people were never in short supply.

Ding Lao'er stepped forward and blocked them. "Move along, move along. What are you looking at?"

After examining them for quite a while, Feng Jun felt there was a high chance they really were jade.

This was the third time he had seen jade in this world. He truly did not want to miss the opportunity, so he spoke to the big man. "I like this pair of stone balls. Name your price."

The big man looked as though he had been insulted and immediately shouted, "I already told you, these are my treasured possessions, and you're asking me to name a price... Do you think I'm some kind of poor man?"

Ding Lao'er spoke coldly from the side. "Right, you're not poor. You just can't afford cigarettes."

The big man's face flushed red. "Who... who says I can't afford them? I just think... these cigarettes are priced too high!"

Someone nearby snorted. "Still poor!"

The big man became enraged and turned to curse at the speaker, but after seeing who it was, he merely bared his teeth in a grin. "So it's Lord Lang."

Lang Zhen had apparently been wandering somewhere else. He walked over with a