Hunter x Hunter Rise Meteor Street

The front desk boy of the antique shop was listening to music with headphones while greeting customers who came to buy antiques.

The boss was sitting in the back compartment, making tea and watching TV. The annual auction was about to begin. Recently, many wealthy people and collectors came to bid.

Among them, there were also many speculators who didn't know much or were half-hearted. They came here and began to take a chance to buy treasures.

They thought that maybe they could buy a priceless genuine item in such a store or on a street stall. Then they would really take a chance and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

There has been such a saying since ancient times: horses cannot grow fat without wild grass, and people cannot become rich without external wealth. This is human nature.

But people who don't have any real skills can only have a few bad lucks by luck, so the buyers are not as good as the sellers. This is a rule.

When Jiaer and Wo Jin Gang entered the store, they saw a middle-aged fat man in a floral shirt in front of the counter, looking at an antique vase with a magnifying glass.

After looking at it for a long time, I found that the patterns and textures were very beautiful, and the glaze color was in a transitional state with different depths. The bottom of the vase was engraved with "Made in the Year of Odin of Mebis", which was more than 1,000 years old. It should be a genuine product. I'll take a gamble.

The fat man thought to himself that if it was a genuine product, it could be sold for at least 10 million. Let's see how the boss bids. If the bid does not exceed 5 million, I will take it. I can afford to lose money if it is fake.

"Young man, how much is this vase?"

"Wait, let me ask the boss."

"Boss, how much is this vase from the year of Odin?"

Maybe because he was listening to music, the guy asked the boss behind him very loudly about the price.

The boss replied in a voice that was neither high nor low:

"7.88 million."

The guy answered the fat man who asked the price expressionlessly:

"1.88 million."

When the fat man heard it, he wanted to laugh but did not dare to speak. He quickly paid the money, picked up the vase and walked out in a hurry.

Jiaer and Wu Jin, who were standing behind the fat man, looked at the clerk and then at the fat man who was about to walk out the door.

"Mind your own business!"

The fat man rolled his eyes at Jiaer and the others and said, and he ran as soon as he walked out of the store.

Wu Jin and Jiaer walked to the front desk. Wu Jin wanted to laugh when he saw this guy, thinking that this guy was really stupid!

"Hello, I want to find your boss to sell an antique."

"Boss, someone is looking for him."

"Let them in."

"Please come in."

The clerk opened the door of the compartment just after Jiaer and the others walked in.

The clerk whistled while squatting down and randomly took one of the Odinian vases in a row in the secret compartment under the counter and put it on the display stand.

The same pattern, the same antique glaze, and the same position.

After a while, another customer came in with a magnifying glass, looking around the antiques on the display stand. After a look, he stopped in front of the Odinian vase.

In the compartment, Jiaer saw the boss leisurely brewing tea.

The boss was neither fat nor thin, with a well-proportioned figure, and looked to be in his 50s. He wore antique tortoise-shell glasses, ancient clothes, slippers, and crossed his legs, staring at the sexy weather forecaster on TV.

The display shelves in this compartment were filled with various paintings, antiques, and crafts.

They all exuded a faint smell. Jiaer was sure that the things in this compartment were all genuine, but the boss was just admiring them alone, this cunning liar.

"Boss, so all your good stuff is here!"

Jiaer exposed his face as soon as he entered, and was ready to get the price he wanted in the most direct way with him.

"Heroes come from young people, what should I call you?"

"My name is Charles, and he is my friend Ram." Jiaer gave a fake name before Wo Jin opened his mouth.

Seeing Jiaer do this, Wo Jin was speechless.

"My name is Defu. Please sit down. Show me your goods now."

The boss, who was originally sitting, stood up and invited him. He saw that Jiaer had some skills and was looking forward to him bringing him something good, so he began to be respectful.

After Jiaer sat down, he slowly took out the painting and handed it over.

When the boss took the painting, his eyes lit up for a moment, and then disappeared.

"Kid, this is a good thing, but I can't afford it. You should find someone else."

"No way, these things you collected are also worth a lot of money, so what about these?"

Jiaer took out the dagger and handicrafts and placed them on the coffee table.

"Well, it's really unfortunate. The things you brought are all good, but I really can't afford so much money now. I know I can't give you the price you want. You should find someone else. I'm very sorry, Allen, show up!"

After the boss finished speaking, he turned around and continued watching TV, no longer paying attention to Jiaer and the others.

Wo Jin clenched his fists and was about to explode, but was stopped by Jiaer.

"Let's go and make some money first."

At this time, the guy outside opened the automatic door of the compartment, and Jiaer and his friends walked out.

Seeing another guy holding a magnifying glass in front of the counter looking at the Odinian vase.

Jiaer was thinking that there must be a reason why such a profit-seeking guy rejected his genuine product, but he couldn't think of it yet.

Now there is not so much time to waste on this, so they can only go to the black market display area.

Not long after Jiaer and his friends came out of the antique shop, the man they met at the antique shop counter when they came out of the compartment just now ran past Jiaer and his friends holding the vase.

"They are so bad, these bastards, they must have made a lot of money like this!"

Wo Jin now suddenly realized what he said to Jia Er.

"This is their way of making money. We can't control it. Let's take care of ourselves first."

Jiaer brought Wojin to the black market display area. He took out the dagger first and started bidding.

"Hello everyone, this is a precious dagger. It is extremely sharp and kills people without staining blood. Any connoisseur with knowledge can buy it."

Jia Er stood on the display stand and shouted to the treasure hunters coming and going.

Suddenly many onlookers came over. Among them, a strong man with tattoos on his arms was the first to come over.

"Child, show me the dagger."

Jia Er looked at this guy, he looked like he was not a thug or a gangster, and gave him the dagger.

"That's right, this is one of the most famous murder weapons, the Bian knife. How much does it cost?"

The strong man carefully looked at the design of the blade and handle, and then lightly scratched it on his finger. It was extremely sharp and did not stain blood.

"The starting bid is 2 million."

Jiaer didn't know the true value of the dagger, so he randomly set the starting price.

"I'll give you 3 million, sell it to me directly!"

The strong man with the knife in his hand looked at the knife with his eyes shining. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Other buyers refused to give up and kept shouting higher prices.

"I'll pay 3.3 million!"

"3.6 million!"

"What the hell, 4 million, don't take it from me!"

The tattooed brawny man had already pointed his knife at the crowd who were ready to continue bidding, but Wo Jin was unwilling to do so.

He walked behind the strong man, ready to teach this guy a lesson, but his fist happened to be itchy.

Not far away, there were a dozen gangsters carrying knives and firearms, and began to collect protection fees in a swaggering manner, getting closer and closer to Jia Er and the others.

In the black market soon, a fight is inevitable.