Chapter: 5585

It's a lifetime since I've seen any magical tools outside, and I've just arrived in Jinling only to find two more! Looks like I've really hit the jackpot this time!

Chang Sheng Bo felt like he was one of those people who had been dreaming of winning the lottery for a hundred years without ever hitting it. Suddenly, within this morning's timeframe, he won two grand prizes.

In other words, I bought a lifetime supply of lottery tickets and didn't even win a small prize worth five bucks, but today in the morning, I won both the Red Ball and the Big Lottery first prizes.

At this moment, his 156-year-old life experience also couldn't make him suspicious about it. Is this really just a trap?

There's no reason to doubt because magical tools like these are rare even among the English Masters.

He had been selling his life to the English Masters for so many years, and they only gave him one magical tool as protection. Moreover, that magical tool wasn't given to him by the English Master; once he returns, it'll have to be returned to the English Master's custody.

So, why would the English Masters give him two of these things to deceive him?

In his soul, he felt like he was utterly unworthy.

This middle-aged man was none other than Zhang Er Mao.

Immediately, Chang Sheng Bo's gaze passed over Zhang Er Mao and fell on the Thunderous Symbol at the center of Zhang Er Mao's stall.

At this moment, Chang Sheng Bo's heart was racing with excitement because he knew that Thunderous Symbol was a magical tool!

Because no suspicion had arisen, Chang Sheng Bo's heart was left with only wild joy.

He walked silently up to Zhang Er Mao's stall and asked, "Boss, are you Zhang Er Mao?"

Zhang Er Mao nodded and said casually, "I am. What's up?"

Chang Sheng Bo smiled slightly and said, "Hello, I just met your little brother at the airport, and I just so happened to see an antique ring on his hand, so I specially came to find him and ask about it, then came to talk to you."

Zhang Er Mao looked at Chang Sheng Bo with some caution and asked, "Oh, are you the one who's willing to spend three hundred thousand buying that antique ring?"

"I am," Chang Sheng Bo nodded and smiled, "I'll pay three hundred thousand, no haggling."

Zhang Er Mao was curious and asked, "Do you like antiques very much?"

Chang Sheng Bo said unintentionally, "Yes, I do."

Zhang Er Mao furrowed his brow and asked, "If you like them so much, then it should be more valuable, that antique ring shouldn't be worth three hundred thousand. My brother wants three hundred thousand from you, but you're willing to buy? I think you're sent by Laozi to screw with me?"

"Eh..." Chang Sheng Bo was taken aback for a moment.

He had been secluding himself for these years, with no understanding of antique prices. Adding to that, he hadn't returned to China for twenty years, so he didn't quite grasp Chinese prices.

However, when speaking from the heart, a Qing dynasty jade ring, and one that was ordinary in quality at that, asking for three hundred thousand, he also felt it was somewhat absurd.

But fortunately, he wasn't short of money, and he genuinely wanted that ritual instrument, so he didn't bother to think too much about this matter.

Now, listening to Zhang Er Mao's questioning, he found himself getting stuck on the spot instead. JrNovels.com