After My Daughter Died of Depression, I Was Reborn!

Chapter 10: Ten Antiques, Nine Frauds?

"It's all your fault! Losing the tickets was bad enough, but taking the wrong route? If we miss the opening of Brother Long's performance, I'll never forgive you!"

"How can you blame me? I want to see Long sing more than anyone else!"

"It's so late already! How could there still be scalpers here? If you weren't so slow, we'd have arrived ages ago!"

"I've been a fan for so long, and this is the first time Long isn't acting but singing instead. Just thinking about it excites me!"

"Stop dreaming! If we can't get tickets, none of us will see Long perform!"

The women were full of complaints, bickering as they scanned the area anxiously. All of this was observed by Shen Fei, but he didn't make a move. Fish had to take the bait themselves to be willing.

As Shen Fei looked around, the group of women noticed the seven tickets tightly clutched in his hand. Without hesitation, they rushed over to him.

"Hey handsome, are you selling those tickets? We'll pay a high price!"

Shen Fei immediately shook his head.

"No, I'm waiting for my friends."

His refusal didn't deter the women. After all, Shen Fei held exactly seven tickets, and they were a group of seven!

"We'll take all of them! Two thousand per ticket!"

Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't even glance at seats this far from the stage. With their financial strength, they would have opted for premium seats closer to the front. But now they had no choice—getting in was all that mattered.

"I'm not selling! I spent 1,000 each to get these tickets from someone else. Besides, this is Long's first-ever concert—it's priceless!"

Shen Fei deliberately added weight to the situation. Hearing "Brother Long" only made the women more desperate.

"Three thousand per ticket! We'll pay three thousand!"

"No deal!" Shen Fei refused flatly.

At that moment, thunderous applause and cheering erupted from inside the venue, making the women even more frantic.

"Six thousand per ticket! We want all of them!"

One of the women, losing patience, firmly stated the offer.

Six thousand per ticket meant a total of 42,000 yuan. A price like that would tempt anyone. But Shen Fei still shook his head.

It wasn't just because, in his previous life, tickets at this point were worth 11,000 yuan each. He was also concerned that the stall owner at Yongxing Market might change his mind about the pendant. The stakes were high, and he wanted to be fully prepared financially.

"I can't. I worked too hard to get these tickets, and I'm still waiting for my friends."

Seeing Shen Fei hesitate, the women began coaxing him urgently.

"Your friends are clearly not coming! It's already been half an hour. We'll give you 11,000 per ticket—take it or leave it!"

"If you don't sell now, you'll miss your chance! We wouldn't have spent so much time here if you didn't have exactly seven tickets!"

Shen Fei's expression wavered for a moment before he reluctantly nodded.

"Fine! I'll sell!"

The women erupted with joy. They quickly scanned the payment code, completed the transfer, and grabbed the tickets. It was a seamless transaction.

Once the women were gone, Shen Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at his Alipay balance—71,100 yuan—he couldn't help but smile. Everything was proceeding just as he remembered from his past life.

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The Next Day: The Pendant

Returning to Yongxing Market, Shen Fei skipped wandering and went straight to the stall with the pendant.

"You again?" The stall owner's face immediately soured at the sight of him.

Shen Fei's gaze darted around until he saw the pendant still there, and he sighed in relief.

"How much for the pendant?"

"Not three hundred! Get lost!"

The stall owner waved his hand dismissively. He had paid nearly 2,000 yuan for the pendant, and Shen Fei was lowballing him to an absurd degree.

"Come on, man. Name your real price."

The stall owner hesitated but eventually said, "Alright, a real price it is. This pendant's jade color is incredible! Even covered in dirt, its quality still shines through. Just holding it for a moment, you can feel it warm to your body temperature—a mark of premium jade! Less than 30,000, and I wouldn't part with it!"

He was exaggerating about the jade warming to body temperature, of course—pure nonsense meant to add value. But the price? He was sure Shen Fei would leave.

To his shock, Shen Fei nodded calmly.

"Alright, 30,000 it is."

The onlookers were stunned. Just yesterday, Shen Fei seemed like a broke time-waster, yet here he was pulling out 30,000 yuan. And for a pendant that barely looked worth 3,000!

"You're really buying it?" The surrounding stall owners were dumbfounded.

"Yes, I'll pay you now." Shen Fei immediately scanned the payment code.

'Alipay has received 30,000 yuan!'

The stall owner froze for a moment before grinning broadly.

"Amazing! Let me pack it up for you!"

Shen Fei waved him off. "No need. Just give it to me."

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Nearby: "Ten Antiques, Nine Frauds"

Not far from Shen Fei, a middle-aged man was walking with a younger man, about 27 or 28 years old.

"Uncle Wang, isn't there a saying about antique markets? 'Ten antiques, nine are fakes'? Why did you bring me here? If it's about money, I'm not short on that!"

The middle-aged man chuckled, unfazed.

"Tiancheng, you know how your grandfather is. If you spend real money on flashy, useless things, he'll scold you for sure. But good finds don't always have to be expensive! Yongxing Market may be full of counterfeits, but there are hidden treasures, too. Who knows, we might stumble upon a real gem!"

Despite his uncle's enthusiasm, the younger man remained skeptical.

"Fine, but I'll believe it when I see it."