Forty million gold!
Among this pile of odds and ends, something was worth forty million gold—more than the broken sword he had once picked up for a bargain.
Fang Han hurried to find the item marked with that value. His gaze finally settled on a Metal Gourd.
It was about the size of a palm, dark blue-green all over, its surface covered in fine cracks.
A corner was missing from its mouth. It looked like a toy a child had tossed aside.
Yet this very thing was worth forty million gold.
"How much for this gourd?"
Fang Han crouched, picked it up from the pile, and asked the dozing stallholder beside him.
Startled awake, the stallholder rubbed his eyes. When he saw the Metal Gourd in Fang Han's hand, his eyes darted, and he hurriedly put on a smile.
"Good eye, sir. This gourd was dug out of an ancient tomb. It was buried with some high official or noble. It may be a little damaged, but the material is extraordinary. If you like it, it's yours for fifty taels."
He had clearly noticed Fang Han's interest and promptly raised the price, multiplying the original five taels by ten.
"I'll take it."
Fang Han did not bargain. He took out a fifty-tael banknote, tossed it onto the stall, and bought the Metal Gourd.
He knew the stallholder had raised the price deliberately, but he did not care. To him, five taels and fifty taels made no difference.
Of course, if the stallholder had gone back on the agreed price, Fang Han would not have minded using a few methods of his own.
"Certainly, sir. We're square."
Seeing Fang Han pay fifty taels without hesitation, the stallholder knew he had sold it too cheaply. Even so, he did not try to