Wilderness Redemption Tour

Jumping off the carriage, Lin Yan patted the carriage fender and said, "These things are said to be antiques. Give me an estimate of their price."

"Oh, by the way, there's this too. Take a look at it and give me a price." As he said that, he took out the jewelry box that was full of jewelry and handed it over.

"Antiques and jewelry, it looks like you've got a great harvest today." Seamus took the jewelry box, took two steps back, sat on the haystack behind him and began to check.

"Hey, I've been lucky these past two days." Lin Yan stood next to Seamus and watched him open the jewelry box and put it beside him. Then he took out the notebook from yesterday and put it on his knees. He picked up a necklace with one hand and glanced at it casually. With the other hand, he wrote down the corresponding price in the notebook. Then, he put the necklace on the open box lid and picked up another necklace. He repeated this process and completed the valuation in less than five minutes.

Next came the much-loved arithmetic session. It took him five minutes to estimate the price, but it took him a full ten minutes to add up the numbers. Lin Yan wanted to tell him in person, "The result is seven hundred. I won't cheat you. Let's make it quick and easy. Don't calculate it anymore." However, he was afraid that his words would disturb the gloomy man's train of thought, and if he had to start calculating from the beginning again, that would be a waste of time. So he waited patiently.

After calculating to himself, Seamus closed his notebook, closed the jewelry box again, stood up and walked to the carriage to check the pile of so-called antiques in it.

He first pulled Lin Yan together to carefully put the things in the car on the ground, then he took out a magnifying glass from somewhere and moved forward to observe these things closely.

It was obviously much more difficult for him to identify these so-called antiques than the box of jewelry. Lin Yan saw him holding a magnifying glass, looking here, touching there, and walking around the pile of things again and again, but he never saw him come to a conclusion.

In the end, Sadie, who couldn't wait for any results, simply gave up waiting. She pushed the warehouse door open a little and went out, leaving Lin Yan alone waiting there like a fool.

After waiting for half an hour, Seamus took out his notebook again. Lin Yan watched him quickly write down a few numbers on it, and then sit down to calculate again.

Lin Yan covered his face and sighed, thinking that if he could make some calculators and sell them to these businessmen who couldn't count, he might be able to become the richest man in the world in the next year.

This time, the number to be calculated was small, and after only three minutes, Seamus got the final result. He looked up with a little surprise at Lin Yan who was still standing by and waiting, and said, "A total of 862 yuan."

"Eight hundred and sixty-two? How come there are decimals and whole numbers?" Lin Yan was a little surprised.

Seamus looked at the result of his calculation and answered Lin Yan's question: "The box of jewelry is seven hundred yuan, the carriage including the horse is forty yuan, and the remaining antiques are a total of one hundred and twenty-two yuan."

"Are these things so worthless?"

"Two aspects." Seamus stood up and walked back to the antiques, pointing to one of the sculptures that looked the most crudely made and said, "Of these, only this one is authentic. It's one of Horatio's early works, but yours is in poor condition and has many scratches. Plus, Horatio wasn't very famous, so his works aren't worth much. I'm charging you 110 bucks, but I'm giving you an extra 10 bucks because you're a regular customer. As for the rest, even though they look exquisite, they're all modern imitations that were made no more than half a year ago. In principle, I won't accept them, and charging you 3 bucks a piece now is already a loss-making deal. Of course, if you don't want to sell them, it would be better if I could make more money."

Seamus spoke this very fluently and frankly, as if he had rehearsed it many times, which made Lin Yan suspect that there was some conspiracy involved.

Could it be that the actual situation is the opposite of what he said, that the one that looks the most like a fake is the fake, and the others are all real... It's a pity that these things are too big to put into the space bag to let the system help identify the authenticity. It's really unpleasant to be confused and not even know whether I have been cheated...

Thinking that it would be inappropriate to bargain with a black market merchant when he knew nothing about the goods he was selling, Lin Yan gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and made a decision with a wave of his hand: "That's it, deal!"

In his opinion, after deducting the cost from a business deal, there is still a profit of more than 100 yuan, which is considered a small gain.

After closing a "big deal" worth more than 900 yuan, Seamus still had an expression on his face as if someone owed him tens of thousands of yuan. He put away his notebook and looked straight at Lin Yan: "It's still the same old rules. I'll go get the money, you go out and wait for me."

"This guy can be considered a businessman in the game. He shouldn't cheat anyone, at least not the players..." Lin Yan muttered to himself when he came out of the warehouse. He had only recently developed an obsession with the currency in the game and was afraid that Seamus, the black market businessman, would deliberately cheat him in this regard.

"What are you mumbling to yourself?" Lin Yan was so focused that he said out loud what he was thinking in his mind without realizing it, and happened to be seen by Sadie who was standing at the door of the warehouse.

"I suspect that this guy Seamus is setting up a trap...Huh? How did you... Damn it! Why did I say that out loud!" Lin Yan covered his mouth.

Sadie pointed to the warehouse and said, "Did this guy cheat us?"

Lin Yan shook his head, then nodded, and whispered: "I don't know either. I feel like I didn't get cheated, but I also feel like I got cheated. Anyway, I feel a little unhappy..."

"What's going on?" Lin Yan's ambiguous words left Sadie confused.

While Seamus was taking the money, Lin Yan briefly explained the matter of the antiques and his own thoughts.

"Is that so..." Sadie leaned against another warehouse door, crossed her arms, chuckled and looked at Lin Yan: "When did you become so worried about gains and losses? Even if those things are real, can they make you rich overnight? Losing a potential trading partner is not a wise decision."

Sadie's words awakened the confused Lin Yan, "Yes, since I can't prove that Seamus is lying, it is obviously not a good idea to break up with him now. I, no, our gang is still counting on him to sell the stolen goods in the future. Even if he takes advantage of me, so what? Besides, my goal has been achieved."

After figuring this out, Lin Yan suddenly felt refreshed, and even the things he saw became beautiful.

After receiving this income from Seamus, Lin Yan suddenly became a rich man with more than 2,300 yuan from being almost penniless when he woke up yesterday, not including the pink diamond in Sadie's hand.

The fundraising issue went smoothly without any delay and was even resolved very efficiently.