Killing monsters with a 100% explosion rate, are you luckier than me?

"And the condition for you to pass this test is..." Jia Fugui held up his chubby finger, "to successfully sell me ten antiques, regardless of their authenticity."

"As long as you complete ten transactions, you'll pass the test. Of course, whether you ultimately make a profit or a loss depends on your judgment and business acumen."

Ye Chuyun's eyes darted around.

Invest two million at once, then find a way to sell ten items back. Earn double the profit on genuine items, and break even on counterfeit items.

The focus is on selling, not just on verifying authenticity.

Moreover, the final decision on authenticity rests with Jia Fugui.

“Oh, right.” Jia Fugui seemed to remember something and added, “In order to make the game fairer and to test your pure business acumen, during the game, any abilities, props, or even certain special senses that you may use to assist in identification will be temporarily sealed.”

"You can only rely on the most basic observation and your eloquence."

As its voice fell, Ye Chuyun immediately felt that her connection with the divine spark had become blurred, all her talents were as if covered in dust, and even her divine sense was greatly restricted, leaving her only able to make the most superficial observations.

He seemed to have truly become an ordinary collector with only a pair of ordinary eyes.

"How about it, sir? Want to play a round? This is a rare opportunity!" Jia Fugui urged with a smile, acting exactly like a cunning businessman luring a fat sheep into a trap.

Ye Chuyun looked at Jia Fugui's shrewd smile.

Two million attribute points—that's a huge gamble.

While failure doesn't disqualify you, the cost of losing half your assets is extremely heavy.

And if successful, they might make another fortune.

And regardless of whether he likes it or not, he's forced to start this game.

"I accept," Ye Chuyun decided.

"Great!" Jia Fugui slapped his thigh, and the abacus rattled. "Thank you, two million attribute points."

Without hesitation, Ye Chuyun released two million attribute points like a flood, pouring them into Jia Fugui's abacus.

My attribute points were suddenly depleted, and I felt a sudden emptiness in my wallet.

At the same time, twenty antiques on the shelf seemed to come alive. A faint luster flowed across their dusty surfaces, and then they all flew up and hovered in front of Ye Chuyun for his appreciation.

Ye Chuyun stepped forward and began to observe carefully.

Because his abilities are sealed, he can only rely on the most basic senses of sight, touch, and common sense to make judgments.

A bronze helmet, covered in rust, but the patterns seemed too regular, as if it had been pressed out of a mold.

A broken sword, its metallic luster dulled at the nick, yet its weight felt somewhat flimsy.

The earthenware jar has a simple and rustic shape, but the firing marks on the bottom of the jar look very new.

A landscape painting, the brushstrokes appear vigorous, but the texture of the paper seems inconsistent with its claimed era.

A jade pendant, warm and smooth, but lacking in spirituality...

The twenty antiques, each one seemingly real yet fake, are full of doubts.

With his current perspective, he simply cannot accurately determine the authenticity of any of them.

He even doubted whether any of these twenty items were genuine.

"It seems that relying solely on identification is not a viable option," Ye Chuyun thought to herself.

"Jia Fugui is right. What is being tested is business acumen. The key is not which is real and which is fake, but how to make it appear real, or rather, how to make Jia Fugui believe it is real and be willing to buy it back at the price of a genuine product."

He stopped his pointless analysis and began to observe Jia Fugui himself.

What are the weaknesses of this shrewd businessman? What does he want?

Greedy? Absolutely.

But as the enforcer of the rules, it may enjoy the transaction process more, and the thrill of manipulating challengers with the rules.

Its rule of double buyback for genuine products is itself a temptation and a trap, enticing challengers to gamble on genuine products, which may result in them failing to meet the quantity requirement of ten items due to unsold stock.

"Therefore, the prudent strategy is not to pursue maximum profit, but to ensure the transaction is completed." Ye Chuyun's thoughts gradually became clear.

“I should give up my obsession with genuine products and focus on how to successfully sell these things, even obviously fake ones, to Jia Fugui.”

Thinking of this, Ye Chuyun picked up the bronze helmet that he felt had the most obvious flaws and walked up to Jia Fugui.

"Mr. Jia, this helmet, I believe, was worn by the personal guards of an ancient war god. Look at the patterns, they subtly correspond to the stars in the heavens, and the rust shows the vicissitudes of time. I'm willing to sell it back to you for two hundred thousand." Ye Chuyun tried to package it with exaggerated language.

Jia Fugui picked up a magnifying glass and pretended to examine it, then chuckled, "Sir, you need to work on your eyesight. This is clearly a modern imitation, the craftsmanship is very crude. 100,000 points, that's the most I can give you."

First attempt, failed.

The other party bluntly stated that they would only offer their bottom price.

Ye Chuyun was not discouraged; he switched to a broken sword.

"Boss Jia, although this sword is broken, it still exudes a chilling killing intent. It must have drunk the blood of countless powerful figures. How about two hundred thousand?"

"Fake! Murderous aura? I think it smells more like rust! 100,000!"

On several occasions, no matter how much Ye Chuyun boasted, Jia Fugui insisted that it was a fake and only agreed to buy it back at the minimum price of 100,000.

It seemed he was determined not to let Ye Chuyun easily profit from the price difference.

Ye Chuyun stopped.

Hard selling doesn't seem to be working; a change in strategy is needed.

He noticed that when Jia Fugui refused, although his tone was firm, a hint of mockery and expectation would occasionally flash in his small eyes, as if he was waiting for him to come up with a more interesting solution.

“He’s enjoying the process, waiting for me to convince him, not just to sell it to him,” Ye Chuyun said, seemingly enlightened.

Ye Chuyun picked up another antique, this time an ordinary-looking clay figurine.

“Mr. Jia,” Ye Chuyun’s tone became confident, “I believe this terracotta figurine is genuine.”

"Oh? How do you know?" Jia Fugui raised an eyebrow.

“Intuition.” Ye Chuyun looked directly into its eyes. “Or rather, I trust your taste in collecting, Mr. Jia. Since you’ve placed it among these antiques, it must have something special about it.”

“I am not an expert in appraisal, but I trust your judgment.”

"Two hundred thousand, what I'm selling is my trust in your judgment."

Jia Fugui was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Ye Chuyun to say that.

He rubbed his chin, his small eyes darting around. "Interesting. But trust can't put food on the table. Where's the evidence?"

"The evidence is that a transaction is about to be completed between you and me right now," Ye Chuyun said with a smile. "Whether something is true or false sometimes depends not on the item itself, but on the value that the two parties in the transaction give it."

“I think it’s worth 200,000 because I trust you won’t sell me a worthless fake for 100,000 points and then buy it back at the original price.”

"This is not in line with your status as a connoisseur."