The powerful cultivators in the city

The old man was sitting on the ground, and the old man was sitting on the ground.

In Baoquan Hall, there were more than a dozen people standing here and there.

Chen Hao didn't pay attention to them and went straight to the jade counter.

He just saw a blood-colored jade bracelet with rich spiritual energy, mixed in a pile of jade without spiritual energy.

Obviously, the antique shop didn't know that this was a real antique, so it just happened to pick up a leak.

"Chen Hao?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Chen Hao turned his head and saw a young man in a long white shirt looking at him with some surprise beside the counter not far away.

In front of the young man in white shirt, there stood a middle-aged man who looked like a middleman. He was holding an open snakeskin bag and said flatteringly: "Boss Zhou, these are all antiques that I have worked hard to find. I guarantee that they are genuine. Please take them. The price is negotiable."

"No."

The young man in white shirt waved his hand in disdain, "I have seen them. All your things are fakes. They are not worth 200 yuan in total. You should go to other antique shops to ask."

He ignored the middle-aged man and walked to Chen Hao: "Why are you here?"

"I came to see antiques. It's been a long time since I saw you, Zhou Xin."

Chen Hao was also a little surprised.

This young man in white shirt, Zhou Xin, was his college classmate. It was said that his family dealt in antiques and was quite rich, but he was very snobbish and narrow-minded. Chen Hao had little contact with him and had no contact with him after graduation.

"Are you here to see me?"

Zhou Xin asked with a somewhat indifferent look, thinking that Chen Hao came to ask him for help.

"No, it just happened."

Chen Hao said, "My friend has a birthday and plans to buy an antique as a birthday gift, so I came to take a look. I didn't know this was your store."

"Buying antiques as birthday gifts? You are not mistaken!"

Zhou Xin was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Hao was stunned.

"Let's not talk about whether you know how to identify it. Even if a real antique is placed in front of you, do you know how much it costs?"

Zhou Xin looked at him with amusement, as if he was looking at an ignorant person.

Chen Hao shook his head.

All along the way, no matter whether it was real or fake, all the antiques were not clearly marked with prices, and he really didn't know how much they cost.

"You dare to come here without knowing anything?"

Zhou Xin sneered, "Chen Hao, I heard that you worked as a salesman in an advertising company after graduation, and you only made a few thousand yuan a month at most. To be honest, don't be offended. I make hundreds of thousands a year, which is ten times your income, but I don't dare to say that I buy antiques as gifts. If you earn this much, don't get involved. This is not something you can afford."

When the people around heard this, they all looked at Chen Hao with a smile.

A salesman with a meager income actually wanted to buy antiques as gifts. It was really a fantasy.

"If you really want to buy it, I advise you to go to the stall outside and buy a high-quality imitation handicraft, which can also fool people who know nothing like you."

Zhou Xin patted Chen Hao on the shoulder and joked, "For the sake of old classmates, I can ask my employees to help you bargain, so that you won't be cheated again for your hard-earned money."

Chen Hao shook his head slightly. He and Zhou Xin had a very ordinary relationship to begin with, and there was no need to say more if they didn't get along. He walked to the jade counter and pointed at the blood-colored jade bracelet and asked, "How much is this bracelet?"

"Sir, this is a blood-colored jade bracelet. It's very expensive. I'm afraid you can't afford it."

The guy behind the counter said with a smile.

He just heard the conversation between Chen Hao and Zhou Xin, and knew that the boss looked down on this college classmate, so he also followed suit and took the opportunity to curry favor with Zhou Xin.

"Chen Hao, we are old classmates, do you have to pretend to be rich in front of me?"

Zhou Xin said impatiently, "I have other customers to serve, I don't have time to chat with you."

Chen Hao was not angry, he calmly took out the Wantong Gold Card and slapped it on the counter: "Do you know what this is?"

Zhou Xin and the clerk were stunned.

They really didn't know.

"Wantong Gold Card!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged customer wearing a valuable suit and with good manners exclaimed.

"So little brother... no, sir, you are the VIP of Chairman Wantong Lin, how disrespectful."

Then, he greeted Chen Hao with a warm face, his tone was not without flattery.

Everyone looked at each other, they didn't expect that a card would make this seemingly stylish man so respectful.

"It's just a card, why, it's valuable?"

Zhou Xin felt a little uncomfortable and snorted.

"Wantong Gold Card can be used as a credit card in Donglin City, and the minimum credit limit is 10 million."

The middle-aged guest glanced at him, "Do you think it's worth the money?"

What...

Everyone took a deep breath.

A credit limit of 10 million? I'm afraid even the most advanced diamond credit card is far inferior!

"And the credit card is only the most basic function of the Wantong Gold Card. In addition, there are many exclusive privileges and high-end services. It is a symbol of the upper class. I dream of getting one, but unfortunately there are too few and I can't get one at all."

The middle-aged customer was full of envy.

Everyone didn't say anything. The eyes they looked at Chen Hao changed, and there was no more laughter.

With such a gold card, how could he be an ordinary salesperson? Zhou Xin must have made a mistake.

Zhou Xin's face was stiff. Just now he boasted that he made hundreds of thousands a year, which was ten times that of Chen Hao. As a result, the credit limit of one card was dozens of times his annual income.

And he had never heard of the Wantong Gold Card, which undoubtedly meant that there was a huge gap between him and Chen Hao in terms of level.

Chen Hao, you were far inferior to me when you were in school. Why are you so much better than me now...

Zhou Xin was shocked and jealous.

"You're welcome."

Chen Hao smiled and nodded to the middle-aged customer, then looked at the clerk: "Can I ask the price now?"

The clerk looked at the Wantong Gold Card and stuttered: "Of course... the price of the blood jade bracelet is..."

"You can't even speak clearly, go to the side."

Suddenly, Zhou Xin interrupted him, strode over, and pushed the clerk aside.

"I'm sorry, Chen Hao, I didn't expect you to be so successful now, I didn't know, it was a misunderstanding just now, don't take it to heart."

Then, Zhou Xin smiled, without any embarrassment just now.

"It's okay, I just want to buy this bracelet, how much is it?"

Chen Hao didn't bother to argue with him, and said lightly.

"Chen Hao, you have a good eye. I found this blood jade bracelet with great difficulty. The quality is absolutely fine."

Zhou Xin's eyes flashed with a cunning light, "I originally sold it to the public for 300,000 yuan, but we are old classmates. I will reluctantly sell it to you at cost price today, 100,000 yuan, you take it."

Hearing this, the shop assistant was stunned at first, and then understood.

Although antiques are not marked with prices, they naturally have a default price range.

This blood jade bracelet is just a high-end imitation purchased, and the highest unit price is only 10,000 yuan. Unexpectedly, Zhou Xin asked for a high price, directly increased by ten times, and said it was the cost price.

Obviously, this is knowing that Chen Hao is rich and wants to cheat him.