62: Chapter 62: Xiao Fan, the King of Bargains, Makes His Debut; I'll Snatch This Unbelievable Wealth!

"Haha! X-ray Vision is actually real! I'm going to be rich!"

Xiao Fan was trembling with excitement, his hands rubbing his sore eyes hard from overusing his X-ray Vision.

A treasure bowl fragment worth 500 million!

As long as I secure it, I can completely say goodbye to the loser life of eating instant noodles and living in a basement.

I might even make that ex-girlfriend who always looked down on me regret it until her guts turn green!

Xiao Fan forced down the ecstasy in his heart and took two deep breaths.

He tried his best to make his expression look like an ignorant out-of-town tourist, hands shoved into the pockets of his washed-out jeans, pretending to walk nonchalantly toward the small stall in the corner.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man wearing a ragged shirt with a slick, greasy face.

He was bored, swatting flies with a broken cattail fan. Seeing Xiao Fan's shabby appearance, he couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids.

"Boss, how much for this broken bowl?"

Xiao Fan squatted down and casually picked up the mud-stained sea bowl, which even had a large chip in it.

He deliberately put on an expression of disdain, weighing it in his hand.

"This thing looks pretty old; it might be suitable as a rice bowl for my dog."

The stall owner glanced at him, cursed him as a poor wretch in his heart, and unhappily held up three fingers.

"Three thousand. Not a penny less."

"This is official kiln porcelain passed down from my ancestors in the Qing Dynasty. If I weren't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't be willing to sell it."

"Three thousand? Are you robbing me?!"

Xiao Fan immediately widened his eyes, putting on an exaggerated expression of being ripped off.

"This piece of junk, a Qing Dynasty official kiln? I think it was dug out of some brick kiln last week!"

"Three hundred at most, take it or leave it!"

As he spoke, he made a move to put the bowl down, preparing for a limit-testing negotiation with the stall owner.

This was the "playing hard to get" tactic he had learned from reading novels; it worked every time.

"Hey, you poor brat..."

The stall owner was about to lose his temper and kick Xiao Fan away.

Just then.

"Clack."

A pair of polished, Italian handmade custom leather shoes that could reflect a person's image in the sunlight stopped silently beside Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan's gaze traveled up from the leather shoes.

Straight trousers, a trench coat hem without a single wrinkle.

And a face so handsome it made people jealous, yet exuding a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Qin Yuan.

He stood leisurely in front of the stall with Tan Lang, as if taking a stroll.

Qin Yuan didn't even glance at Xiao Fan, who was squatting on the ground.

His gaze passed directly over Xiao Fan's head and landed on the slick, mercenary stall owner.

"Everything in this stall."

Qin Yuan's voice was not loud, but it carried a unique, unquestionable dominance of a superior.

He lifted his chin slightly.

"I'll take it all."

Boom!

This sentence was like a blunt club, slamming hard into the heads of Xiao Fan and the stall owner!

The stall owner froze, and the fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

He had been setting up a stall on this street for over a decade, and this was the first time he had seen such an overbearing person!

Everything on the stall was junk he had collected from the countryside; it wasn't even worth five hundred yuan in total.

Now, someone actually wanted to buy the whole lot?!

"This... this young master, are you joking?"

The stall owner was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly, his eyes fixed on Qin Yuan's expensive attire.

"I never joke."

Qin Yuan snapped his fingers.

Tan Lang stepped forward from behind and took a bulging black briefcase out from his chest.

With a "click," the case opened.

Stacks of red hundred-yuan bills instantly blinded the stall owner's titanium dog eyes.

"Here is one million in cash."

Qin Yuan's tone was flat, as if he were talking about a hundred yuan.

"This junk belongs to me now. Take the money and get out of my sight immediately."

"One million?!"

The stall owner gasped, feeling as if he were about to have a heart attack.

He pounced on the briefcase without hesitation, clutching it tightly to his chest as if afraid Qin Yuan would go back on his word.

"I'll sell! I'll sell! Everything on this stall is yours! Young Master Qin, you are my living God of Wealth!"

The stall owner didn't even want the rag on the stall; he hugged the money case and scrambled away into the crowd.

Everything happened too fast.

So fast that Xiao Fan hadn't even had time to react.

By the time he came to his senses, the stall owner had already vanished.

And the treasure bowl fragment worth 500 million was still quietly lying in his hand.

But in name, it already belonged to this rich second-generation heir who had suddenly appeared!

"You... what are you doing?!"

Xiao Fan stood up abruptly, shielding the broken bowl against his chest as if he were protecting his own life.

"I saw this bowl first! I had already settled the price with the boss! Do you understand the rules?!"

He pointed angrily at Qin Yuan's nose and shouted loudly.

Having finally encountered a chance to change his fate, he would absolutely not allow anyone to snatch it away!

"Rules?"

Qin Yuan lowered his head, his dark, deep eyes looking at Xiao Fan directly for the first time.

It was like looking at a Chihuahua barking by the roadside.

"I only know that when money and goods are exchanged, that is the rule."

"The boss has already accepted my money; everything on this stall, including the broken bowl in your hand, is now my legal property."

Qin Yuan extended his hand, which wore a luxurious watch, his tone allowing for no negotiation.

"Hand it over."

"In your dreams!"

Xiao Fan's eyes turned red, and he stared at Qin Yuan like a vicious dog guarding its food.

"Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have money?! This thing was clearly first..."

He was unwilling!

He decided to use his trump card to see what this arrogant rich kid's background really was!

"System! Activate X-ray Vision for me, scan him!"

Xiao Fan screamed crazily in his heart!

He wanted to see through this rich kid's cards, find his weakness, and then slap his face hard!

However.

Just as his eyes glowed with a faint light, preparing to see through Qin Yuan.

[Ding! Warning! Warning!]

[Detected extremely terrifying high-dimensional aura interference on the target!]

[X-ray Vision function forcibly countered! Scan failed!]

"Ah—!"

Xiao Fan suddenly let out a miserable scream, covering his eyes tightly with both hands.

He felt as if his eyes were being pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time, the pain was excruciating!

Bright red blood flowed out, drop by drop, through his fingers.

"What's happening?! My eyes! How could my system fail?!"

Xiao Fan was terrified, calling out to the system crazily in his heart, but receiving no response.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since obtaining his cheat!

Qin Yuan looked at Xiao Fan's miserable appearance, clutching his eyes and screaming, and a mocking sneer curled the corner of his mouth.

"Playing X-ray Vision with me?"

He secretly sneered in his heart.

He was now a max-level villain possessing the [Heavens and Myriad Realms · Unique Favor System], and the villain's halo's suppression of low-level Child of Destiny had increased by 100%!

A mere X-ray Vision dared to scan him? It was simply courting death.

"It seems your eyes aren't very useful."

Qin Yuan didn't give Xiao Fan any chance for more nonsense.

He glanced at Tan Lang beside him.

Tan Lang immediately understood, his tower-like body suddenly stepping forward.

A hand, as large as a cattail fan, reached out like lightning!

"Bang!"

Before Xiao Fan could react, Tan Lang had already grabbed his throat, lifting him into mid-air as if he were a chicken!

"Uh... let... let me go..."

Xiao Fan kicked his legs in the air, his face turning red from holding his breath, his hands desperately trying to pry open Tan Lang's iron-pincer-like fingers.

But his meager strength was like an ant before an ancient martial arts master.

"Clatter."

As his body hung in the air, the broken bowl he had been shielding tightly against his chest fell powerlessly to the ground.

Qin Yuan walked up unhurriedly.

He didn't even bend over; he just lifted his pristine leather shoe.

With a gentle flick of his toe.

The mud-stained treasure bowl fragment worth 500 million.

Fell steadily into Qin Yuan's hand under Xiao Fan's desperate, terrified, and spiteful gaze.

Qin Yuan took the broken bowl and played with it casually in his hand.

Then, he raised his head.

His eyes, cold as an abyss, stared directly at Xiao Fan, who was hanging in mid-air and still struggling desperately.

"Now."

Qin Yuan's voice was like the judgment of the Grim Reaper.

"It belongs to me."

"Put down my national treasure! That's mine!"

Watching his chance to change his fate being taken away by Qin Yuan so casually.

Xiao Fan's heart was bleeding.

His eyes were bloodshot, and like a mad wolf whose cubs had been taken away, he let out a shrill roar at Qin Yuan regardless of the consequences.