Roadside Robbery

"Big bro, remember to pay me back!" The younger man sounded unhappy. "That's the huge sum my little girlfriend gave me."

"Right..." Zhang Yang was stunned all over again. What kind of people were these?

The transaction went smoothly. The antique shop owner who had made the counterfeit wore a mask, but Zhang Yang recognized him anyway. He couldn't see the man's face, but he knew it must look awful. The owner had sold the genuine Bronze Zun for eight million, and once it reached Zhang Yang, he had turned around and made another seven million—almost as much again.

The owner had meant to fool someone with a counterfeit instead, but that plan had failed.

"The Zun."

"The money."

With that brief exchange, the deal was done. As soon as Chang Wu got the Bronze Zun, he didn't even look at it. He hurled it hard against the ground.

Crash!

The Bronze Zun shattered with a sharp crack. Clutching a fifty-cent coin in his palm, the antique shop owner gritted his teeth and left. After all that work, he had gotten fifty cents in return. He had lost everything on this deal.

The auction ended, and the people in the room scattered in an instant.

"Thanks, boss!" Chang Wu said to Zhang Yang after they got into the car.

Zhang Yang was puzzled. He didn't understand why Chang Wu was thanking him.

"For what?" Zhang Yang asked, still confused.

"Boss, I made a million on this deal." Chang Wu grinned at Zhang Yang, unable to contain his excitement.

Zhang Yang was even more baffled. How had Chang Wu made that million? He had been under Zhang Yang's nose the whole time and had never once left.

"Boss, I'm the referrer. If I bring a guest to bid at the Treasure