Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Chapter 515

The middle-aged man let out a sigh and then suddenly said apologetically, "Sorry, brother, it’s just professional habit, a bit presumptuous of me."

"No problem at all," Yang Fan responded with a smile.

But in his heart, he silently added, Classic fortune-teller’s opening.

Fortune-tellers always use such methods to create a strong sense of suspense, holding their clients’ attention.

However, this fellow had indeed caught Yang Fan off guard with his preemptive approach.

It wasn’t what he said about the hardness of fate or anything like that, but his eyes.

That gaze that seemed to see right through a person, and even connected with Yang Fan’s inner Qi within his Dantian, definitely had something to it.

Yet Yang Fan wasn’t curious about his fate; he didn’t like fortune-telling either.

Fate is better left unclear; even if you knew it, what could you do?

In any case, he didn’t believe there were any means in this world of defying the heavens and changing destiny, as the majority of people couldn’t even manage to bring good fortune or avoid disaster.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn’t continue to inquire along his line of dialogue, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Let’s have a cup of tea first."

As a Xin’an person, Yang Fan found this somewhat inevitable.

Entering and first drinking tea was an essential procedure.

He had just had a belly full of water at Old Zhou’s place, and now he had to continue drinking.

But if you didn’t at least make a show of drinking a little, things would seem improper.

The three of them took their seats at the tea table, Old Zhou speaking up, "Save some of that good tea of yours, we’ll just have a simple chat and then go for a meal."

"Look at you today actually behaving yourself, even knowing to invite me for a meal," the middle-aged man teased with a laugh.

All of a sudden, Yang Fan realized a problem: Old Zhou, this unreliable chap, seemed to have neglected to tell him the man’s name. Surely he couldn’t just call out to him directly, right?

"Fanzi and I were about to go have a meal, and thinking you might still be hungry, we decided to bring you along," Old Zhou said with a smile, "Also, Fanzi has a few little items on him, you might want to take a look and give an estimate."

"Tch, I misunderstood. I thought you brought this brother here for fortune-telling," the middle-aged man complained, pointing at Old Zhou while scolding, "This is your fault, you know. As our middleman, the least you could do is introduce us properly, right?"

"Wasn’t I just introducing you? Isn’t it clear enough?" Old Zhou asked in surprise.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I realized you’re a real idiot. How did you manage to get business to this point? You’ve played the social niceties a bit too pale, haven’t you?"

"My business is a family tradition; our family has been cultivating medicine since my grandfather’s generation," Old Zhou said with a laugh.

"Alright, a formal introduction then. This is Yang Fan, my business partner and good brother," he said.

Then, turning to Yang Fan he said, "This is Wei Jin, a third-rate collector and fortune-teller, and an old partner of mine."

Wei Jin shook his head and cursed under his breath, "Damn it, I’m really that bad in your mouth, huh?"

"It’s not like you’re any higher up," Old Zhou replied nonchalantly.

Protesting as he might, Wei Jin clearly had no intention of changing Old Zhou’s description.

Wei Jin shook his head speechlessly, half rose and shook hands with Yang Fan again, saying, "Brother, let me see what you’ve got, let’s talk. There’s no point in talking to this damn fool."

Yang Fan brought out five of the silver coins he had brought with him. He had twenty silver coins on him when he had arrived.

These were all he planned to sell at the moment; he had no intention of touching the rest for now.

He wanted to see the value of these items so he would at least have an idea in his mind.

"So it’s this guy." Wei Jin took the silver coins, took a quick glance at them, and then picked up one of them and said, "They’re all genuine, this one has the highest value, brother, if you’re willing to sell it, I can offer you eight thousand for it. The year isn’t particularly rare, but it’s relatively scarce and well-preserved, normally they’d go for several thousand."

"As for the others, they are relatively common and fairly prevalent in the market, one thousand each."

Yang Fan was somewhat surprised; this was much higher than the rough prices he had understood.

"Is there any collectible value?" Yang Fan asked.

Wei Jin smiled, "Of course, this stuff, in these ten years, its price has almost tripled. I can’t guarantee what will happen in the future, but for now, it certainly won’t plummet off a cliff."

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, then took out all the rest.

"Brother, are you leading with a brick to attract jade? You’ve still got more, if you have a large quantity, I’ll add a hundred for each piece," said Wei Jin jokingly as he saw Yang Fan taking out another handful.

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled, "It’s not about attracting jade; I just didn’t plan to sell them before. Now I’m ready to let go."

"I understand, let me take a look," Wei Jin said as he rummaged through the pile of silver coins. Suddenly, he uttered a soft "huh" and pulled out one coin. This time he even used a magnifying glass.

He listened to the sound it made and inspected the patterns on it carefully.

After a while, he put down the magnifying glass and asked, "May I boldly ask, brother, how much did you pay for these?"

"A friend gave them to me, didn’t throw out a penny," Yang Fan replied.

Wei Jin nodded, "Then you’ve made a huge profit. I don’t care how much others offer, my price is one hundred sixty thousand, with a bunch of sixes after, to have a surplus, for good luck."

"Is this the one rumored to be worth one hundred fifty thousand?" Yang Fan asked with surprise.

His luck this time really hit the jackpot!

To casually scoop up something worth one hundred fifty thousand.

"The one you’re talking about should be from the ’added character’ edition, that one is indeed normally around one hundred fifty thousand on the market. This one isn’t that. It’s the ’flying dragon’ edition, which is about the same value," Wei Jin explained.

"If you come across those, keep an eye out, they’re really, really valuable. In a bit, I’ll tell you how to distinguish these things. Some characteristics are pretty obvious."

Yang Fan nodded, "One hundred sixty thousand, it really is expensive."

"Are you going to sell?" Wei Jin asked.

His eyes were filled with delight; he obviously had taken a liking to the coin in Yang Fan’s hand.

Yang Fan shook his head, "It’s too expensive to sell, it was a gift from a friend for some matters, but with such a high price, I feel it’s too hot to handle. As for the others, I’m willing to sell."

As soon as he said this, both Old Zhou and Wei Jin froze in shock.

"Fanzi, is there something wrong with your brain? He’s already offered to buy it, so it’s definitely yours, and you want to give it back?" Old Zhou exclaimed in disbelief.

Wei Jin also nodded in agreement, "Although I’m very irritated by a lot of what this guy says, I agree with him on this."

"Once it’s been given to you, it’s definitely yours, there’s no reason to give it back."

This left Yang Fan feeling a bit conflicted.

He agreed with the reasoning, but holding onto so much money did feel really hot to the touch.

And it wasn’t just one lot of one hundred sixty thousand, there might be several.

That made it even hotter to the touch.

"I’ll think about it," Yang Fan said.