Fast Wear: The Spare Tire Runs Fast

But Yiang felt that it was not big enough to live in, simply because he liked large spaces. This had something to do with his own nature. Trees, after all, liked spacious and bright places to grow better.

I checked the original owner's balance, and it was only 10 million! Who would have believed that someone who had worked for more than ten years, from supporting roles to best actor, and played many leading roles, with a decent salary, would only have 10 million in savings.

No wonder in the original plot, the penalty for breach of contract was not enough to pay the compensation.

Yiang suddenly felt that this wish of becoming the strongest capital was a bit too demanding.

The main problem is that if you want to go from being a poor guy with a little money to having the strongest capital, first of all, the source of your business money must be legitimate.

I have promised something, but if I don’t do it, others will think I am not trustworthy, but I really find it troublesome.

Hey! What can I do? Just do it!

After some research, I found out that millions of dollars have been donated to orphanages over the years, and the largest amount has been donated, amounting to tens of millions.

Suddenly I felt that after deducting taxes, donations, donations to the orphanage, and his own personal connections, the original owner could still save 10 million from all the money he earned over the years, which was not bad.

Fortunately, I came early, before my reputation was ruined. Otherwise, I would have to pay off my debts and deal with those negative news first.

Those things also need to be resolved, but there is no rush, there is still time to play with them slowly.

First, take out 9 million from the 10 million and invest it in the stock market. This is the only fastest way to make money back.

You can also sell some antiques, right! This makes money quickly. A good and rare antique can directly fetch hundreds of millions. Isn't this a surefire way to go?

I searched through the inventory in the spiritual palace, but couldn't find anything that was too good or lacked spiritual energy. After searching for a long time, I finally found a colorful porcelain bottle.

I don’t know which small world collected it, it seems to be called something like Yangcai carved porcelain.

I found a box to put the bottles in, threw them on the table, washed, changed my clothes, and went out to sell the bottles.

While washing up, I realized the original owner was quite handsome, the kind that was truly undeniably handsome. No matter how you looked at him, there was no flaw in him. In the words of netizens today, he had a model face. He had a standard face shape, sculpted features, a well-defined jawline, and a perfect body.

Although it is far inferior to Zhiang's original body, the appearance of this body should be among the best in this world.

Yiang is still satisfied. Who doesn’t like beautiful people or things!

After giving herself a complete makeover, even Mother Lin, who had watched the original owner grow up, wouldn't recognize her.

We took a taxi to Antique Street. Before leaving, I had asked Mu Mu to find an antique shop with a good reputation and headed straight to our destination.

I looked at the sign and went in to find that there was only a young man in his twenties playing with his mobile phone at the counter.

"Hello, selling things."

"What are you selling?" the young man asked lazily.

"A porcelain bottle."

When the young man heard it was just a porcelain bottle, he said lazily, "Take it out, let me take a look at the goods first."

Yiang put the box on the counter, opened the lid and said no more.

The young man glanced sideways, turned his head, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He quickly turned his head back, stood up, picked up the magnifying glass, put on gloves, and looked at it carefully.

"Oh my! Wow... so beautiful, so beautiful. Brother, is this the porcelain bottle you mentioned?"

"Ok!"

Uh... the young man seemed to be stuck for a moment when he saw Yi'ang being so cold.

But he still said enthusiastically, "This is not an ordinary porcelain bottle. Do you know what it is? Foreign-style carved porcelain! It is priceless, especially in such good condition."

"Yeah. I know."

Seeing Yi'ang was still so indifferent, the young man looked up at him curiously. Most people would get excited when they heard that something was valuable, but why did this man look so indifferent? Even if he knew what this thing was, he would probably know the price, but he was so calm that even his eyes did not fluctuate.

But Yi'ang still felt that this young man had good eyesight. He could tell that this thing was extraordinary at first glance. He was probably not just a simple shop assistant.

"This bottle, 200 million. How's that?"

the young man asked.

Hearing the young man say this, Yiang looked at him and said, "Not enough."

After a pause, he continued, "Call your parents."

The young man realized that he couldn't fool Yiang, so he called out to the inner room, "Old man, it's time to inspect the goods."

"You little brat, you don't know how to call people properly, right? Here I come."

A powerful yet aged voice came from inside, probably around sixty years old.

Sure enough, within two minutes, an old man in white Chinese clothes walked out. He was about 63 to 68 years old.

When he came out, he first glanced at Yiang, then walked to the counter and slapped the young man on the head.

He said, "You little brat, you haven't mastered your skills yet! I told you to be more serious and play less games, but you didn't listen. You're making a fool of yourself."

As he spoke, he looked at the box on the counter, and his eyes widened for a moment.

The young man muttered, "It's not that I'm not good enough in my skills, it's just that this guy is not satisfied with the price. You should talk to him."

But the old man obviously didn't listen carefully to what the young man said. Instead, he put on gloves, took out the bottle, put on glasses, and looked at it again and again, feeling like a child who had obtained a favorite toy.

He murmured softly, "Beautiful, too perfect. No..."

After a while, he looked at Yiang and said, "Young man, what's your price for this thing?"

Yiang thought for a moment, "Three hundred million."

The young man playing with his phone looked at Yiang in surprise and blurted out, "How much?"

The old man glanced at the young man and turned away. "This price is too high. Although this thing is in short supply, it really can't be sold at this price."

Yiang paused and said, "How much did you say?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Two hundred and fifty million, this is the highest price I can offer."

"Okay." Yiang agreed immediately.

Then he gave the old man a card number, and the old man made a phone call, and in a moment 250 million was deposited into the card.

Yi'ang didn't stay and turned and left.

"Host, the money has been transferred to your card. I transferred this money several times through overseas accounts before transferring it to your card. No one can trace its origin."

Mu Mu took credit for it to Yi Ang in the system space.

Yiang said with a smile, "If no one can find out, how did this money suddenly appear? If someone reports me for financial problems, how will I explain it?"

Mu Mu was stunned for a moment. "Ah! Is that so? But other systems all say that when their hosts are doing missions, if they sell things for large sums of money like this, and the source of the items cannot be explained, they will make the money untraceable."

Yiang felt helpless and had to explain to Mu Mu.