Upon completing the task, Song Yun left the City God Temple with a contented heart.
Now, even if he closed all his companies, the money on his books was more than enough for him to squander for dozens of lifetimes. To exchange such a trivial amount of money for such a useful function was a real bargain!
Having left the City God Temple, Song Yun hummed a tune, looking at the so-called antiques on the street stalls outside. Geez, most of the stuff these people were selling was just produced last week, and the price out of their mouths was in the thousands or even tens of thousands—a real lucrative business!
Just as he was planning to visit Liyu Pavilion first to see how his jade was progressing, he encountered a middle-aged man dressed like a migrant worker in front of him. The man was carefully peddling a wrapped item in silk, presenting it to everyone he met.
"My man, isn't your scam a bit too low-level? How is it that after so many years, this trick hasn't gone out of style?"
