Chapter 291 [Granny Yu] (6600)
In this type of lawless market area, Chen Yan knew the sche well.
First, they target a market custor who seems knowledgeable, aiming for soone who appears to be an unfamiliar face, an outsider.
Then, they assess the person’s financial capacity — how much cash they have on them.
It shouldn’t be too much, as too much could be troubleso! If they have too much money, they might have a distinguished background that one must avoid stirring trouble with.
Obviously, it also can’t be too little, as that wouldn’t be profitable.
For such a setup, they preferred soone who is not poor, has so spare money, but is far from the real big shots.
Then, they would offer a good item at a deliberately lower-than-market price to lure the target.
Offering a price tag of one thousand, just right!
Using this to gauge the target’s financial strength.
Real big shots wouldn’t even look at this kind of broken low-grade magical artifact.
Penniless ones wouldn’t be able to afford a thousand anyway.
If they could shell out a thousand, that’s ideal; usually, soone who carries a thousand out could have three to five thousand in their pocket.
If you buy it, you’d be marked.
Here, transactions are done hand in hand; once you leave with the item, the accomplices would tail you.
Get you to a secluded place for a kill-and-rob!
The item would be snatched back, and the money and belongings you have would be robbed.
Your life would be left behind!
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Chen Yan placed his hand on the box containing the knife, deliberately showing a conflicted expression. Simultaneously, he discreetly released his Divine Sense to scan his surroundings.
Indeed, he detected several people posing as custors on his left-rear and to the sides in front, all clandestinely glancing his way.
Their actions were covert, their eyes just casually sweeping by without lingering on him for too long before moving away.
A gang... and a predatory gang at that.
Chen Yan didn’t assu he was invincible — in the real world, he could walk with confidence.
This is the Domain Realm!
He’s just a Third Realm Cultivator, safety cos first with prudence.
This type of daring gang would likely have a couple of strong individuals holding the fort, most likely Third Realm Cultivators.
And he’s an outsider, while they’re the local gangsters.
Thinking this, Chen Yan acted as if he didn’t notice anything, his face full of conflict and helplessness.
"Could you make it cheaper... I’ll offer three hundred."
The vendor sneered: "Are you joking, custor? You know full well the value of this item. Three hundred... buys only the sheath!"
Lowering his voice, he said: "Let’s be honest, if this item hadn’t co from dubious origins, I’d sell it in a legit store — easily five to six thousand!"
Chen Yan sighed, his face showing struggle: "Then... I’ll raise it, four, um... five hundred, five hundred at most!"
The vendor frowned.
Chen Yan smiled wryly: "Boss, it’s a good item, but alas... I’m short on cash; the most I have is a bit over five hundred. If I spend five hundred here, I’d still have to save a few coins for als and travel expenses.
Hmm, might have to depend on Fasting Pills for als even."
The vendor looked at Chen Yan, the fervor in his eyes gradually dimming.
He shook his head, snapped the box shut, and quickly made several subtle hand gestures behind his back.
Soon, Chen Yan noticed that those who had been pretending to circle around him earlier began to change direction and leave.
Probably found him too poor... they had given up.
A few hundred wasn’t worth their effort.
Chen Yan chuckled inwardly and was about to leave.
Just then, a voice full of energy sounded behind him.
"Boss, open the box again for to see!"
Chen Yan turned around, sensing sothing, and saw a tall, muscular man had already co up behind him.
This person was well-dressed, not as lavishly as the young master Yun Zhao but quite tidy.
Tall and sturdy with powerful muscles.
There was a knife slung over his back.
That knife faintly emitted a gentle light, its blade unclear but obviously sheathed in white sharkskin.
This burly man said as he reached out to touch the box, with broad shoulders and stout fingers, wearing a milky white ring on his thumb.
Judging by his attire and actions, most importantly his accent, he was clearly also an outsider, definitely not a local.
This burly man carried a bit of arrogance between his brow, walked over, taking a cold glance at Chen Yan, and said, "If you can’t afford it, step aside!"
Chen Yan didn’t get angry, stepping back a couple of paces.
The burly man opened the box himself, glanced at the short sword, and a flash of appreciation crossed his eyes; his lips curled into a smile, "Nice item, really nice!"
He then looked at the vendor: "How much was it? One thousand, right?"
"Exactly, custor interested?" The vendor’s eyes glead as he unobtrusively hid one hand behind.
Soon, Chen Yan noticed the surrounding crowd shifting again, three to five people heading this way.
"One thousand, I’ll take it!"
The burly man laughed heartily but revealed a hint of unabashed greed.
He quickly threw a jade token at the vendor: "Money’s inside, one thousand!"
The vendor received it with both hands, and the burly man opened the box again, taking out the knife to inspect.
Suddenly frowning, he turned to Chen Yan, coldly saying, "So, you can’t buy it yourself, just eyeing others’ stuff for fun, huh?"
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