You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

"Isn't it a bit much to break the rules again and again?" Shang Xiangyun muttered subconsciously.

Meeting Song Anhui's gaze, he chuckled awkwardly and quickly waved his hand, "It's nothing, I just felt..."

"It's really not good."

Song Anhui's words startled Shang Xiangyun.

"If I ever attend an auction like this again, I'll let someone know first. If I like something, I'll just take it. Sitting here for so long is a real waste of time."

Shang Xiangyun: “…”

He smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Having money means you can really do whatever you want.

Lin Jingmo tugged at his clothes.

"I understand, I understand, the difference between people..."

Su Chen glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

He briefly observed his surroundings using his "heavenly eye."

Neither the coffin nor the wet corpse is nearby at this moment.

But that mirror...

My gaze fell on a spot on the red velvet tabletop.

Is that the one?

It looks ordinary, but under the Heavenly Eye, its aura...

Hmm, it's surprisingly clean, quite different from other antiques around here.

Su Chen observed for a few more moments.

Could it be some kind of magical artifact?

While he was pondering, Fatty Jiang quietly climbed onto the stage from the corner and whispered a few words in the young man's ear.

Su Chen's attention was inevitably diverted.

The young man stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and then the veins on his neck and forehead bulged out.

Fatty Jiang patted his back reassuringly and whispered a few words in his ear.

The young man's expression didn't seem as angry as before, but his fists were clenched tightly, and he was biting his lip hard.

Su Chen heard Jiang Pangzi's extremely low voice.

“Ah Qing, think about your younger sister at home. Your master said that some of them don’t even have clothes. When winter comes, other people only have frostbite on their hands and feet, but your sister’s skin is cracked all over her body, isn’t that right?”

"Take a look at the one in front of you. Yes, the one sitting behind the table, right in front of us, that's Ms. Song. She's very young, only in her early twenties. She's from abroad, and her dating style is a little different from ours."

"Think about those people in your village, they have to buy food and drink and serve them just to sleep with a widow, right? Now she lets you sleep with her for free and even gives you a million. With that money, you can rebuild your house, your younger siblings will all have clothes to wear, and everyone will have their own room and a bed..."

"Even in the dead of winter, your family won't get cold, and you can eat your fill of hot meals without spending much money, right?"

……

Su Chen withdrew his gaze.

When people are poor, they often value dignity more than their own lives.

But dignity is always worthless when faced with real life and death.

The fat man handed him a suitable ladder.

We'll see if he'll climb down that path.

On the other end, Fatty Jiang didn't press further, but instead patted the young man's shoulder lightly.

"It's alright. Such a major life decision needs careful consideration. I'll ask you again after the auction."

During this time, Song Anhui also saw him, but only glanced at him twice before looking away with little interest.

It was as if the young man they admired was not even as good as the Buddha's Hand snail in front of them.

After another antique was introduced and brought down for display, Fatty Jiang eagerly appeared beside Song Anhui to report on the situation. Song Anhui listened and simply nodded indifferently, casually asking Fatty Jiang how often these types of auctions were held...

Jiang Pangzi's back tensed instantly, and his eyes became wary.

Song Anhui glanced at him: "Don't be nervous, I'm here to spend money, not to arrest people."

She handed Jiang the fat man a business card.

"If you find anything good in the future, remember to contact me first."

"As long as the price is right, you won't lose out."

Fatty Jiang was stunned.

"What? It's not allowed?!"

Fatty Jiang waved his hands repeatedly: "How could that be? Absolutely, absolutely! But Ms. Song, as you know, I'm just a lowly errand boy. These important matters still need to be decided by the boss behind the scenes. Or... should I ask him later?"

"can."

Song Anhui casually mentioned the mirror.

Jiang Pangzi realized that he had displeased Song Anhui, his major benefactor, so he dared not neglect this matter and nodded repeatedly.

A short while later, the mirror was delivered to Ximeng.

It was about the size of a regular bronze mirror, but unlike ordinary bronze mirrors, it wasn't decorated with sea creatures or other patterns on the back. The back of this mirror was completely black, which made Xi Meng frown, her disdain quite obvious.

Looking at herself in the mirror again, Xi Meng pouted and said, "It's just so-so."

His gaze swept over Song Anhui.

The meaning is clear: What kind of taste do you have?

Song Anhui chuckled awkwardly, "Senior, you don't like it?"

Cai Guobang commented: "It's all gray and black, it's normal that my aunt doesn't like it. If it could be reworked, with small diamonds all around it, and then pearls or sapphires set in the middle of the diamonds..."

Xi Meng's eyes lit up immediately.

"Good idea. Let them design it later. After all, it's a token of An Hui's goodwill."

"I have plenty of pearls here..."

Song Anhui quickly stated, "I'll arrange the diamonds and sapphires."

Shang Xiangyun merely raised an eyebrow, looking at Lin Jingmo with a helpless expression.

The latter instinctively turned his head and glanced back, frowning.

Since the incident only happened today, Shang Xiangyun was still somewhat wary. Seeing this, she asked in a low voice, "Do you feel unwell? Are you being watched?"

"kind of."

"Are they going to keep pestering you? Are they determined to kill you?" Shang Xiangyun asked, puzzled. "Didn't Jing Yu take action? Haven't they received the news yet? Haven't they learned their lesson?"

"Shh!" Lin Jingmo gestured for him to be quiet, and subconsciously touched his chest.

The talisman Su Chen gave there could be felt with clear edges and corners.

Of course, what reassured Lin Jingmo even more than the talisman was that Su Chen was here.

"Brother Jingmo, don't be nervous. They only brought guns. There are a lot of people now, so they shouldn't attack you. Just be careful when the party ends."

Lin Jingmo nodded repeatedly, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Su Chen waved to Fatty Jiang, who was not far away, and waited for him to come over before lowering his voice to ask, "Who's protecting this place? Brother Long?"

Fatty Jiang exclaimed with delight, "You know Brother Long too? He's a friend of our boss."

Lin Jingmo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Su Chen smiled and said, "I've heard a little about it. It's alright, you can go now."

"Hey, hey, hey, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

Fatty Jiang didn't sit still; he turned around, his face serious, and sent one of the men away.

Lin Jingmo and Shang Xiangyun both noticed, but they continued to eat the barnacles without making a sound.

Don't be fooled by the abundance of barnacles; they're not easy to eat.

Even after everyone had finished eating, the auction on stage wasn't over yet.

Xi Meng had already lost interest and was propping her head up with her hand. When Cai Guobang saw this, he put her head on his knees and helped her adjust her position before glancing at Su Chen.

"Master Su, could I leave a few reclining chairs with you next time?"

Su Chen: "..."

"We'll talk about it later."

"Then I'll take that as a yes, hehe~"

Su Chen didn't say anything, and Fatty Jiang came again.

This time, he was followed by a middle-aged man wearing a mask.

Even with his face covered, one could still discern a refined and scholarly air about him.

Jiang Pangzi introduced this as his second boss and asked Song Anhui to move over to discuss the matter. Song Anhui nodded and followed him away.

Shang Xiangyun was a little worried: "Is she wearing a talisman?"

“She’s fine.” Su Chen said, glancing at him with interest. “But you…”

"What's wrong with me? I'm telling you I value my life a lot, I even keep talismans close to my body, look..."

As Shang Xiangyun spoke, she couldn't help but twitch her nose: "Wow, it smells so good."