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"Yeah." Liu Cheng pretended to be a considerate good friend as he spoke to Chen Yiyang.

"Although Yiyi is my friend, my mom has told me since I was a kid to be honest. So, I can't just watch a friend jump into a pit of fire."

"Go on."

"Hauntings at this hotel have even made it into local news. Previously, reporters invited the fire department to check it out, but they couldn't find the cause.

Later, Yiyi asked some famous monks and various esteemed individuals to come and check, but in the end, they found nothing. It shows how eerie this place is."

"That's why this hotel is so cheap," Chen Yiyang casually echoed Zhao Cheng's words.

"Who wouldn't say so," Zhao Cheng continued, "Yiyi was just a regular person, suddenly inheriting a relative's hotel. Naturally, she's worried about too much loss and might tell some lies when selling the hotel. Just know this; don't take it to heart."

"Alright, I get what you mean." Chen Yiyang clinked glasses with Zhao Cheng, "I won't confront her about it."

"Then I'll thank you on her behalf." Zhao Cheng quickly clinked glasses with Chen Yiyang.

"What are you two talking about, how come you suddenly seem so close?" At this moment, Liu Yiyi came back to the private room.

"We were discussing where to hang out tonight. This friend is here in West Capital for the first time, so I have to show him around," Zhao Cheng immediately changed the topic upon seeing Liu Yiyi return.

"Alright, it is indeed getting late," seeing Zhao Cheng's enthusiasm, Liu Yiyi exchanged WeChat contacts with Chen Yiyang.

"So, Mr. Chen, let's continue discussing the hotel stuff tomorrow."

"No problem." Chen Yiyang saw Liu Yiyi off.

"Buddy, are you full? Want me to show you the nightlife in this city?"

Right after seeing Liu Yiyi off, Zhao Cheng pulled Chen Yiyang along to a new venue.

Sure, let's go.

Chen Yiyang was curious about what this guy was up to.

Couldn't be a mugging, right? Given how bustling West Capital's city center is.

Chen Yiyang followed behind, planning to bolt if Zhao Cheng led him to any secluded place.

Little did Chen Yiyang know, he was judging a gentleman with petty measures.

Zhao Cheng led Chen Yiyang to a street lined with clubs, guiding him into one.

Once inside, Zhao Cheng called a familiar manager to get them a booth near the dance pool.

Shortly after they sat down, several girls walked over to accompany them with drinks.

Gosh, what a good guy.

Chen Yiyang ordered a beer with very low alcohol content and chatted while drinking.

"Buddy, what brings you to West Capital?"

"My girlfriend recently started working here, so I thought of coming over, buying a hotel, and killing time." Chen Yiyang casually made up a story.

He's now honed his skill of speaking appropriately to different people and situations.

"You must have some real power, buddy." Hearing Chen Yiyang's words, Zhao Cheng immediately took out his phone and showed hotel photos to him.

"This hotel just opened recently. But because the owner's wife keeps causing trouble, they're planning to emigrate abroad, so the hotel is on a cheap sale. If you're interested, I can negotiate a better price for you."

After speaking, Zhao Cheng patted his chest in assurance, "I'm sincerely making friends with you, only connecting and bridging without taking a broker fee."

"How much does he plan to sell for?" Chen Yiyang asked casually.

His attention wasn't even on Zhao Cheng; he was worried about the girl nearby who kept trying to cuddle up to him with her wine glass, fearing she'd spill it on him.

"Originally priced at 12 million, I can help you negotiate down to around 10 million."

"How many rooms does the hotel have?" Chen Yiyang continued to ask.

"Eighty guest rooms."

Eighty guest rooms, not as well-decorated as Shengshi Hotel, not in as good a location, yet priced higher than Shengshi Hotel.

Thus Chen Yiyang said, "This isn't cost-effective compared to Shengshi Hotel."

"But Shengshi Hotel is haunted. If you buy it, you might lose everything."

"We'll talk later; this isn't the place for business." Chen Yiyang cut off Zhao Cheng and got led by the accompanying girls to dance.

The nightclub did indeed have plenty of beautiful young women.

The dance pool was crowded, and Chen Yiyang kept getting bumped around.

But looking around, all he saw were pretty faces, which made him unable to stay angry.

Only, it's unclear how many of these girls are planted by the club.

If one truly thought they were lucky and tried to chat one up to join them at the booth, they'd probably get coaxed into ordering lots of drinks.

Closer to midnight, Chen Yiyang returned to the booth.

"My girlfriend's waiting for me at home, I'll head back first."

"Let's catch up in a few days, buddy." Zhao Cheng personally escorted Chen Yiyang out of the club.

After leaving the club, Chen Yiyang found a convenience store by the road, bought a coffee and waited until midnight.

Today's tip-off: A Middle Eastern treasure: on the sixteenth stall at the Chenyang Street Ghost Market in West Capital City Changge District, a Middle Eastern antique parrot bowl made in the ninth century AD is seeking a buyer. Spend under 20,000 to score a big bargain.

As expected from West Capital, just arriving and there's already such a golden opportunity.

Chen Yiyang searched for similar antiques. Finding none locally, he resorted to checking international websites, discovering that similar Middle Eastern antiques are highly-priced, mainly because several Middle Eastern princes and tycoons are eager to buy such antiques.

I guess the Ghost Market only starts after midnight. If I want to score a bargain, I'd have to head over now.

Thinking of this, Chen Yiyang stepped out of the convenience store and squatted at the entrance to order a cab.

Standing roadside for a while, a motorcycle stopped in front of Chen Yiyang.

"License number 7252?"

Sitting on the motorbike is a girl wearing a helmet and a leather jacket. Her face is obscured, but her figure is decent.

"Yes, it's my ending number."

"Get on." The leather jacket girl said.

Chen Yiyang hesitated about whether to get on the bike. He ordered a rideshare car, supposedly a BYD Qin model.

Why did a motorbike show up?

Has the rideshare platform's regulation become this lax?

"Get on already." The driver became impatient first.

So Chen Yiyang could only swing a leg over and sit on the motorbike.

This motorbike was tricky; although Chen Yiyang's legs were long enough, he still felt a tug at his groin when he mounted it.

"Hold on tight, don't fall off."

That works.

Chen Yiyang reached out and hugged the driver.

Nice waist.

Chen Yiyang sincerely appreciated it.

Given such service, Chen Yiyang forgave the mismatch between the car he ordered and what he got.

But the driver girl seemed not to like talking much; she just rode in silence.

Worried there might be some misunderstanding, Chen Yiyang specifically checked the GPS on his phone to confirm the route was correct.

Still, the night wind was indeed cold, piercing Chen Yiyang's face.

"If the wind hurts, you can lean against my back."

Since the driver allowed it, Chen Yiyang obediently leaned his face over, and it felt much better.

About twenty minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Once off the bike, Chen Yiyang looked around. In the night's backdrop, this brightly lit street seemed starkly different from other places.

Most of the street's light came from tourists' flashlights they brought along.

The main difference here from regular vending streets is that customers must use their own flashlights to inspect anything they like.

According to hearsay, many things sold on this Ghost Market street were recently dug up from the ground.

Sellers dare not sell them by day, so they bring them to the Ghost Market at night to quickly offload.

Buyers who enjoy bargain hunting are willing to come at night because only here can you potentially hit the jackpot with these finds.

If goods were properly sourced antiques, they would have long been appraised with no room for profit.

Of course, under such dark conditions, even with flashlights, it's hard to see clearly.

Thus, there are also plenty of swindlers mixed in here.

Once a buyer misjudges, these swindlers can earn half a year's money in one go.

However, Chen Yiyang has intel to help him, so he's not worried about being deceived.

He stepped toward the street.

But after a few steps, he turned around and noticed the driver girl was following him.

The motorbike driver had already taken off her helmet.

With hair only slightly longer than typical guys and a highly attractive unisex appearance.

It left a strong impression on Chen Yiyang at first glance.

"Come on, let me show you around." Seeing Chen Yiyang turn to look at her, the girl spoke up.

Are all West Capital people this welcoming?

Just earned some fare from me and threw in a tour service?

The driver girl led Chen Yiyang, talking as they walked, "You just need to look around here. If you ask the vendors, they'll hint the items were recently dug up, but it's all fake, just trying to con you under the cover of darkness."

"Alright, got it." Chen Yiyang nodded. This girl seems nice; he initially worried she might be colluding with a booth here to scam customers.

Seems he overthought it.

Chen Yiyang and the leather jacket girl walked briskly.

Not long after, they reached the stall mentioned in the intel.

So Chen Yiyang walked over and squatted down.

The vendor at this stall was a middle-aged man around his forties, with dark, pockmarked skin.

Looks like his previous work required constant exposure to the elements.

"I only have this one bowl here. If you want it, ten thousand dollars."

The vendor was busy attending to other customers and hadn't had a chance to talk to Chen Yiyang yet.

The number of guests at the Ghost Market was not high. Yet, five or six people surrounded the stall's owner, examining the silver bowl intently.

"Looks old, but the design isn't right."

"Seems freshly excavated, but could also be fake. The design is unfamiliar, not quite like our country's antiques."

No one held back; they all openly discussed the antique bowl.

Everyone was uncertain and eager to exchange and verify opinions with others nearby.

The item is akin to the image shown.