Chen Qing was filled with joy.
He obtained the Demon-Suppressing Tower for 200,000 yuan and unexpectedly got the "Vajra Subduing Demon Skill" as well.
The abbot was naturally also happy.
He hadn't encountered such a generous donor for a very long time.
The second target was the Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts Picture.
Unlike the Demon-Suppressing Tower, the Wu family knew the value of the Demon-Suppressing Picture.
In these days, there were wandering spirits wandering outside the city all the time. Even though it didn't seem strange for now, having an old painting with some history hanging at home always made people feel a bit more at ease.
So Chen Qing wasn't sure how much the price of this thing would be.
100,000 yuan?
1 million yuan?
Or more?
When he returned home, Chen Man had already gone to school.
Chen Qing had an idea and searched for "borrowing money" in the app market.
There really was one!
"Palm Loan".
At the same time, there was a whole row of similar borrowing platforms below.
The money giver was here!
Chen Qing was overjoyed and clicked to download them one by one. Soon, all five pages of his phone were filled with borrowing apps.
He clicked on the first one and could only borrow 3,000 yuan...
Chen Qing was immediately very disappointed.
He searched around in the app and found an asset verification.
He took a photo of the property ownership certificate, completed all kinds of information, and then returned to the home page. The limit had increased to 120,000 yuan.
Comfortable!
He agreed to all the instructions without missing a single one.
He agreed to all the details such as not using it to buy a house and not using it to speculate in stocks.
Then there were the live verifications of opening the mouth and closing the eyes, and the personal verifications. Finally, all 120,000 yuan arrived in the account!
Chen Shan almost only left this house to Chen Qing and Chen Man. He and Chen Man had always been so frugal that they wished they could split one yuan into two, but now when he saw a long string of numbers in the account again, he didn't feel anything.
These things would eventually become waste.
Sighing, he clicked on the second app.
After a series of operations, he borrowed 50,000 yuan this time.
Then, the next one.
The next one.
The next one...
He stayed up all night and was supposed to have a good sleep, but he didn't expect to be busy until noon.
At this time, his account had an additional 1.8 million yuan, and the total amount reached 10.8 million yuan.
It should... be enough, right?
The biggest expense was naturally the Zhong Kui Demon-Suppressing Picture.
The price of this thing was completely uncertain. It depended on how much the owner's family valued it. It could be two or three hundred thousand yuan, or it could be tens of millions of yuan.
Chen Qing had to be fully prepared.
Besides that, Chen Qing planned to renovate his house. The two super ancient artifacts were for preventing ghosts, and he also needed something to prevent people.
Before the Ghost Tide, building a doomsday safe house was an extremely niche concept.
But now it was already a business almost as good as the real estate business.
Most of them were strengthened against ghosts, such as covering the whole house with silver runes, building the whole house with peach wood, having black dog blood and glutinous rice in the wall interlayer, and so on and so forth.
Besides that, food and clothing were also major expenses.
He wouldn't feel at ease without buying thousands of tons and storing them.
The Demon-Suppressing Tower had the function of storing things, but now it hadn't awakened yet!
It was just an ordinary cultural relic with some history. It would awaken until the Blood Moon, and after the Blood Moon, he couldn't buy things anymore.
It was a dead cycle...
Chen Qing thought for a while and remembered that there was an ancient tomb outside the city, which later became a major source of the Ghost Tide.
It should be possible to activate the Demon-Suppressing Tower by borrowing some ghostly energy from it?
"Chen Qing, I'm back."
Chen Qing's family lived on the sixth floor. The only one who could shout that he was back from the first floor was Chen Man.
"I'm hungry."
As soon as Chen Man entered the house and saw that Chen Qing hadn't cooked, he didn't say much.
He came to the kitchen by himself, stepped on a small chair, washed and rinsed, and cooked the rice in the rice cooker.
Then he came to the already very old small table, spread out his books, and did his homework.
Of course, as expected, for the first question, he shouted, "Chen Qing, I don't know how to do the first question."
The second question was the same: "Chen Qing, I don't know how to do the second question."
"Chen Qing, I don't know how to do the third question."
Chen Qing was already used to it and patiently taught him.
Chen Man was very sensible and also very stupid.
The next day.
Chen Qing bought himself a new mobile phone, a new set of clothes, and had a good makeover in the barber shop.
Looking at himself in the mirror, with a big back hairstyle, a suit, and a briefcase, he successfully looked five or six years older.
He checked some information about the Wu family and finally felt a bit more confident. The Wu family had been rich before. Their ancestors were glorious, and their descendants were okay. A few years ago, they entered the booming safe house field and lost a lot of money. They still had several lawsuits until now.
Finally, he came to the Wu family's villa. It wasn't the top-notch one, but it was almost.
He knocked on the door.
A young man came out and looked at Chen Qing suspiciously: "Who are you?"
"My name is Li Qing. I was entrusted by an old overseas Chinese gentleman to come and discuss a business deal." As he spoke, Chen Qing handed over a bag of fresh fruits.
This circle was neither too big nor too small. If he said he was a local and was asked a few more questions, he would be exposed.
"Ah? A business deal?" The young man was a bit suspicious, but still welcomed Chen Qing in.
Soon, a middle-aged man came down from the second floor, and Chen Qing immediately stood up.
"My name is Wu Xiaomin. Hello!" The two sat down.
"I'm taking the liberty to disturb you because an old gentleman took a fancy to your family's Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts Picture," Chen Qing smiled and said, "This old gentleman moved abroad because of business, but he has always liked everything related to Zhong Kui very much. He asked me to ask if you could part with it."
"An overseas Chinese?" Wu Xiaomin frowned and shook his head: "This picture is an ancestral heirloom. It's not for sale."
He refused directly without asking the price. This was difficult.
"Yes! I completely understand. The Wu family is also a wealthy family in Ximing City. You definitely don't lack this little money,"
Chen Qing tried hard to find the right words,
"However, this old gentleman really likes the culture of the Tang Dynasty. Especially Zhong Kui and the ghost culture it represents are his favorite. He should know something about you. He said that he respects you very much and the glorious history of your family in the past and is willing to exchange it with everything he can offer."
Wu Xiaomin smiled.
Maybe everyone has their own proud point, and what Wu Xiaomin was proud of was the glory of his ancestors.
"I really want to meet this friend. I don't know if you can introduce him, little brother?" Wu Xiaomin smiled.
"It may not be possible in a short time," Chen Qing shook his head and brought the topic back to the picture: "Uncle, believe that with the glory of your family, there must be more than one good ancestral heirloom. This old gentleman really likes it to the core. Please part with it."
Wu Xiaomin peeled an orange that Chen Qing brought and stuffed two pieces into his mouth without speaking.
It was time to offer a price.
Chen Qing thought to himself.
This picture was a must-have!
Even if he emptied his account.
"Would he be willing to pay 1 million yuan?" A middle-aged woman's voice came over.
He would! He definitely would!
Chen Qing was overjoyed.
He looked up and saw a plump middle-aged woman.
"This is my wife." Wu Xiaomin said.
"Mrs. Wu, hello!" Chen Qing bowed slightly and said, "I need to make a phone call."
Then he came to the yard and randomly dialed his elder brother Chen Kuan's number.
Of course, it had been an empty number for a long time.
He pretended to ask for instructions and report for a long time and then came back, smiling and saying, "That gentleman said that this price is acceptable. He also said that he welcomes Mr. Wu to be his guest."
Both Wu Xiaomin and Mrs. Wu were stunned.
Because this picture wasn't very old, according to the market price, it might be one zero less.
Mrs. Wu suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, no, it's not 1 million yuan. Two... no, three... 5 million yuan! 5 million yuan!"
As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows at Chen Qing: "Young man, you are an agent. The higher the transaction price, the higher your commission. If it's convenient for you, talk more. If it's settled at 5 million yuan, I'll give you a big red envelope!"
I'm cutting my own price?
Chen Qing was speechless and shook his head: "Mrs. Wu, based on my understanding of that gentleman, I'm afraid this price is impossible. It can probably be a little more. But limited."
"It's okay. Just say it! I'll give you a 20% commission for the part exceeding 1 million yuan!"
Chen Qing agreed verbally, but in fact, he was already overjoyed!
He could get it for more than 1 million yuan?
It was almost like getting it for free!
He pretended to make another phone call.
This time it took especially long.
Finally, he came back and said, "This gentleman offered 1.6 million yuan."
Wu Xiaomin frowned.
He actually didn't plan to sell it.
The impact of the Ghost Tide in the north was very limited, but even in peaceful times, people prayed to gods and Buddhas! In this world full of ghosts, having an old Zhong Kui picture hanging at home would always make people feel more at ease.
Mrs. Wu seemed to see his thoughts and nudged him with her elbow and whispered, "They have been asking for debts these days. Now I'm even scared when I hear the knock on the door. Don't you have several other pictures of catching ghosts? The last time someone appraised it and said it was only worth about 100,000 yuan. What are your hesitating for?"
Wu Xiaomin finally nodded.
Only then did Mrs. Wu look at Chen Qing and happily said, "How to transfer the money?"
"Draw up a contract and the money can be transfered now."
At that moment, Mrs. Wu and Chen Qing had a good time drawing up the contract.
Soon, Chen Qing transferred 1.6 million yuan from his account to Mrs. Wu's account.
Mrs. Wu happily took out a picture.
She also pushed over an envelope. Chen Qing yesterday just gave out 200,000 yuan like this, so he could naturally see that the thickness was at most 50,000 or 60,000 yuan.
It was far from the 20% promised by Mrs. Wu, which was 120,000 yuan.
"This..." Chen Qing's face looked a bit ugly.
He was naturally pretending.
When being bargained down, he had to show extreme pain so that the payer would feel that he had got a good deal.
"Oh, young man, it's okay! Don't be greedy!" Mrs. Wu patted Chen Qing on the knee: "You earned 50,000 yuan in an hour. It's enough. And that overseas Chinese will definitely pay you a commission."
" Hmm." Chen Qing snorted through his nose.
He unfolded the picture.
The ugly-faced Zhong Kui caught two little ghosts, and beneath his feet was a pile of little ghosts' corpses.
It was vivid.
There was no need to check the authenticity anymore. It was this one!
He remembered clearly the fierce look that could be seen in half of the city!
The Zhong Kui Picture was in his hands!