"Let's go, let's look at other stalls. This stall is too shady."
Eri Kisaki said softly, her slender fingers gently pulling Kamishiro Yu's hand, preparing to leave this deceitful stall.
Once the spectacle was over, there was naturally no need to stay.
Just as Kamishiro Yu was about to turn and leave.
His gaze was suddenly drawn to a pottery jar in the shadow of a shelf.
The pottery jar was entirely black, but covered in a layer of dust, making it look unremarkable.
However, in Kamishiro Yu's eyes, he vaguely sensed a peculiar aura.
"Wait, Eri. I see something interesting..."
Kamishiro Yu said softly, a glint flashing in his eyes.
He walked towards the stall, pretending to be nonchalant, and began to pick through the items on display.
The stall owner, seeing Kamishiro Yu's plain clothes, only noted that he was handsome and looked like he didn't have much money.
However, the woman beside him clearly looked wealthy. Was he a little white face?
Having just fleeced a lamb, old "483" outside, and having just opened for business, he was in a good mood.
Another lamb? Had he stepped in dog shit today?
He rubbed his hands together like a fly and greeted them.
"Sir, please take a look. All the items here are genuine and worth their price!"
"Just now, a foreign gentleman bought a blue and white porcelain jar that Queen Elizabeth once used."
Kamishiro Yu looked at the old man with the mustache; his acting was quite good.
He had no qualms about swindling foreigners.
He casually picked up a blue and white porcelain cup and toyed with it.
The stall owner immediately leaned in, his face plastered with a fawning smile.
He said excitedly:
"This one you're holding is also..."
"This one was also used by Queen Elizabeth?"
Kamishiro Yu looked at the stall owner with a half-smile.
He preempted the stall owner's words, causing the latter to choke.
The stall owner awkwardly coughed twice, about to explain.
But Kamishiro Yu had already put down the blue and white porcelain cup, pointed to a rectangular flat box, and said:
"Open this one for me to see, and tell me the price."
The sharp-faced, monkey-chinned stall owner froze for a moment, looking at the item Kamishiro Yu pointed to.
Then he carefully scrutinized Kamishiro Yu a few more times, feeling that he might have met an expert this time.
You really can't judge a book by its cover.
He had acquired this item from a gambler.
He gently picked up the rectangular flat box, which had a gold-painted bamboo forest pattern on its surface.
Inside, after opening it, was an inkstone.
It was an inkstone box with a gold-painted bamboo forest design.
"You have excellent taste! This is an item from the Taisho period, and it's almost the most valuable item at my stall. It only costs this much!"
The stall owner subtly made a 'two' gesture with his hand, his two sausage-like fingers looking quite comical.
Eri Kisaki, standing nearby, couldn't help but guess:
"Is it 200,000 yen? The price doesn't seem very high."
But the stall owner immediately blurted out the real price: "20 million yen."
Eri Kisaki almost burst out laughing; the price was simply outrageous.
This quoted price was even higher than the fake cup's quote earlier.
How could Yu-kun fall for that?
But to Eri Kisaki's surprise, Kamishiro Yu actually seemed to be considering the price.
He said without hesitation: "One million yen, I can swipe my card now."
Upon hearing this, the stall owner was not as agitated as before; different people require different tactics.
He glanced at Eri Kisaki beside him, still planning to approach from her side.
The stall owner, hearing Kamishiro Yu's words, put on a heartbroken expression and said:
"How about this, you pay two million, and I'll throw in some small items."
"They would be perfect for your wife, wouldn't they?"
Kamishiro Yu pretended to hesitate for a moment, his gaze lingering on Eri Kisaki, and finally nodded:
"Alright."
He casually pointed at a few items on the stall's shelves:
"Just these few things. If you can, please wrap them all up for me."
Upon hearing this, the stall owner's face crinkled with laughter, like a chrysanthemum.
Today was clearly a day to get rich; he couldn't believe he had fleeced two fat sheep in a row.
As he thought this, he quickly pulled out some cardboard packaging and anti-drop inflatable foam.
In no time, he had all five items packaged.
It was as if he was afraid Kamishiro Yu would change his mind and this deal would run away.
When Kamishiro Yu actually swiped his card, the stall owner's heart finally settled.
"Please take care, and welcome back next time!"
The owners of other stalls cast envious glances, whispering:
"That old fox made a fortune today."
Everyone knew that this large stall mostly sold shoddy goods.
But the stall owner was smooth-tongued and always managed to reel in some fat sheep.
Today was even more excessive; he directly reeled in two, one of whom paid 2 million yen directly.
Watching Kamishiro Yu and Eri Kisaki, they couldn't help themselves.
They began to shout from the sidelines:
"Sir, come take a look at our goods too, they are definitely good stuff!"
"You'll definitely regret it if you don't come and see what we have!"
However, the two walked away without looking back!
This caused some of the male stall owners to completely lose their composure.
Such a fat sheep, accompanied by a charming and graceful woman, handsome, and with a bulging wallet—he was truly a damnable existence!
Some people even felt as uncomfortable as if sand had gotten into their eyes... After they walked out of the antique market, completely out of sight of the stalls behind them, and when there was no one around.
Eri Kisaki finally couldn't help but ask about Kamishiro Yu's actions just now.
"Was that box really worth that much money?"
"2 million yen is quite a lot."
She saw Kamishiro Yu smiling after they came out, and couldn't help but be very curious.
She knew that this man was not like that foreign white man, who knew nothing.
There must be some deeper meaning to it.
Kamishiro Yu walked to the black Toyota, placed the items in the car, and hadn't expected such an unexpected gain this time.
Although it wasn't a supernatural item, it was still quite valuable.
He gently opened the gold-painted bamboo forest inkstone box and slowly said:
"This gold-painted bamboo forest inkstone box is indeed an antique, but..."
Eri Kisaki asked, "But what?"
Kamishiro Yu continued, "The stall owner got the era wrong. This is from the Meiji period, not the Taisho period."
Eri Kisaki's eyes lit up: "So it's worth more than its stated value, right?"
Kamishiro Yu nodded. This inkstone box alone was worth 2 million yen. It could be sold to a private collector for at least 3 million, starting price.
If it went to auction, 4 million would be the minimum, and anything above that would depend on the buyer's intention.
However, this item was just a small find.
The other items were just extras; the truly valuable one was that black jar.
Even though the stall owner had gently wiped off the dust before packaging, it still looked unremarkable.
This was partly why the stall owner hadn't seen its secret.
However, under Kamishiro Yu's Eye of Delusion Breaking, there were no obstacles.
In his eyes, this pottery jar 1.3 emitted a rich black light, but it was concealed.
After a long period of oxidation, a film-like substance had formed on the pottery jar, and only by cleaning it could its luster be restored.
For a normal person, it might take a lot of effort and materials to clean and maintain it to restore the pottery jar to its original state.
But his large hand covered the black pottery jar.
The next moment, spiritual power was activated, and a faint light flashed in his hand.
The entire pottery jar had completely transformed.
Like a bright jewel, with the dust brushed away.
It felt like a black pearl.
Emitting a brilliant, pitch black light!
Eri Kisaki was amazed by this magic-like scene:
"So this is its true appearance?"
He didn't keep Eri Kisaki in suspense and immediately introduced it to her:
"The technique for this black jar is called black pottery.
It is a product of the Neolithic Age, which is about 6,000 years ago."
"An item from 6,000 years ago?"
PS: The picture is Eri Kisaki.