Shui Miao turned his head at the right moment, seemingly indifferent to the young beauty’s flirtation.
By now, Shui Miao’s cultivation had greatly improved his temperament.
He had long since lost interest in romantic pursuits.
Shui Miao wasn’t a man driven by lust; he carried himself like a true gentleman, which actually earned him respect from Qin Feng.
“Old man, let’s cut to the chase. I have my own rules. Even if you just want to chat with me, it’s going to cost you,” Shui Miao said bluntly, hating unnecessary delays. “Fine, you’re interested in this reclining chair, so I’ll sell it to you—for ten thousand yuan, no negotiation.”
“Hehe, your rules are indeed quite interesting,” Qin Feng chuckled, unfazed. “But I’m a bit disappointed. Don’t you consider me a good person? Your sign clearly says ‘Good people free, bad people double charge.’ Yet I feel like you’ve charged me way more than double. Am I really such a despicable villain?”
“That’s something you yourself must know in your heart. I won’t say more,” Shui Miao kicked at the pile of broken reclining chairs scattered on the ground. “We’re both men. Be straightforward. Do you want the chair or not?”
“Are you out of your mind? Do you think we’re suckers? Pay ten thousand for this pile of junk?” The young beauty, already annoyed that Shui Miao was about her age yet treated with such respect by her grandfather, could no longer contain her anger upon hearing his outrageous price.
Shui Miao turned slightly, glanced at the girl, and muttered disdainfully, “Vase.”
“What did you say? You called me a vase?!”
The young girl, quick to anger, immediately flew into a rage upon hearing Shui Miao’s words. She rushed forward to attack him, but her high heels suddenly twisted, causing her to fall flat on her back with a loud crack. Her ultra-short skirt tore open, revealing white lace panties beneath—an embarrassing exposure.
“Wow, karma sure works fast!”
Shui Miao turned around and walked toward the shop, muttering in a disgruntled tone, “Seeing things I shouldn’t see—what bad luck, really bad luck!”
The girl turned red with embarrassment and hastily limped back to the car.
Seeing his granddaughter’s condition, Qin Feng felt awkward, his aged face reddening with shame.
He was the cousin of Qin Gang and had come ostensibly to exchange techniques and learn from Shui Miao, but in reality, he was trying to avenge his nephew. However, he hadn’t expected this young man to be so unpredictable. His granddaughter’s outburst hadn’t embarrassed Shui Miao at all; instead, she ended up humiliating herself, causing a huge loss of face.
Qin Feng was a renowned Feng Shui master, known for his meticulousness and decorum.
Normally, those who sought his Feng Shui advice were high-ranking officials or wealthy entrepreneurs, all of whom treated him like royalty, never daring to slight him in the slightest. Each consultation earned him at least ten thousand yuan, and the poor couldn’t even dream of meeting him.
Today, he had taken the initiative to visit, only to end up in such an awkward situation. Caught between advancing or retreating, he felt extremely embarrassed and troubled.
He knew his luck was bad today, and what had just happened was definitely not a good omen.
In theory, when encountering such bad omens, the best course of action was to back down and avoid drawing attention.
But he couldn’t swallow his anger. Thinking quickly, he plotted how to turn the tables and regain his dignity.
After returning to the shop, Shui Miao actually washed his face.
When he came out again, he saw Qin Feng still seated, his face very pale—clearly, he had been greatly angered.
Unfazed, Shui Miao turned directly to chat casually with Zhang the Blind and Wang the Lame.
“What a bold young man! So arrogant, so unaware of his place! Daring to humiliate me like this! I swear I won’t rest until I get my revenge today!” Qin Feng clenched his fist, immediately heading back to his car. He took out his phone and called his son, Qin Kun, his voice low and heavy: “Kun’er, go open the urn inside the coffin in the backyard and take out the black plastic bag inside. Remember, don’t open the bag. Immediately have someone deliver it to Ghost Street—your cousin’s shop.”
“Grandpa, what’s inside that bag?”
The young girl quickly asked, curious.
She knew the most mysterious place in the house was a room in the backyard, accessible only to her grandfather. Once, she had accidentally seen him open the door and caught a glimpse inside, seeing a pitch-black coffin. But she didn’t know there was an urn inside the coffin, and even inside the urn was a black plastic bag.
What was hidden inside the plastic bag? Both the young girl and the driver bodyguard were curious.
“Xiao Jie, go wait at the intersection. When Kun’er arrives, stop the car and take the bag,” Qin Feng waved his hand, sending the bodyguard out.
Though the bodyguard felt annoyed, he had no choice but to go.
After the bodyguard left, Qin Feng turned to his granddaughter and said calmly, “Inside the black plastic bag is money—exactly thirty thousand yuan. It was taken from corpses. This money carries heavy negative energy, and anyone alive who touches it will be affected by death and yin energy, bringing endless misfortunes. This young man is so arrogant and disrespectful, I really can’t let this go.”
“Great! So great!”
The young girl excitedly cheered, clearly not a kind-hearted person.
Before long, the bodyguard returned running, holding the black plastic bag. All the way, he was puzzled—why did the bag feel so cold? Was it filled with ice?
Qin Feng got out of the car, took the plastic bag, and walked toward Shui Miao.
Shui Miao turned around and looked at Qin Feng, “Oh, Grandpa, you’re still here? Let me guess—you just can’t forget about my reclining chair, right?”
“Hehe, I don’t care whether that chair is valuable or not. What I care about is you, young friend. I want to be friends with you, so I’ll buy the chair,” Qin Feng said with a pleasant smile, then began opening the plastic bag. “Well, we left in a hurry and forgot to bring money. So I had someone bring it over—ten thousand yuan, not a penny less.”
“Wait!”
Shui Miao raised his hand, “Sorry, I suddenly changed my mind. This family treasure can’t be sold cheaply. Ten thousand is too little. How about thirty thousand?”
“…”
This was practically highway robbery!
Zhang the Blind and Wang the Lame were both shocked, exchanging glances in disbelief. Who in their right mind would pay thirty thousand for a pile of junk? Unless their brains had been crushed by a door or kicked by a donkey.
“Fascinating…” Qin Feng laughed heartily. “Little brother, if I give you thirty thousand, you won’t go back on your word again, right?”
“Absolutely not. Thirty thousand is the final price—set in stone,” Shui Miao waved his hand.
“Fine then!”
Qin Feng nodded cheerfully and handed the black plastic bag to Shui Miao. “There’s exactly thirty thousand yuan here. Count it if you want.”
“No need to count. I trust you.”
Shui Miao took the plastic bag, holding it in his hand and weighing it slightly.
“No no, better count it. It’s better to be clear with money matters,” Qin Feng insisted that Shui Miao count the money, because he wanted Shui Miao to be tainted by the dead’s negative energy.
Shui Miao looked at Qin Feng, “You really want me to count?”
“Of course, of course,” Qin Feng replied earnestly, nodding repeatedly.
Shui Miao frowned, squatted down, looked at the plastic bag, then looked up at Qin Feng again. “Grandpa, I think we can skip it. I really trust you.”
“Oh come on, count it! If you don’t count, I won’t feel at ease either!”
Qin Feng urged impatiently.
“Well then… okay…”
Shui Miao shook his head and reached out to open the black plastic bag. But as soon as he opened it, a foul stench immediately wafted out. Everyone present was stunned upon seeing the contents inside!
When Qin Feng saw what was inside the plastic bag, his eyes widened, and his head buzzed with shock. How could this happen?
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