Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Opposing the Southern Faction_1
Qin Feng picked up the clay jar that had been cracked from the fall and began to peel off its shell piece by piece, just like peeling an egg.
As the shell was slowly removed, the body of the jar, fashioned from 24K pure gold, gradually revealed its true face.
Upon seeing the lifelike Golden Dragon on the body of the jar, Shangguan Yan leapt up in joy, hugged Qin Feng around the neck, and planted a kiss on his face.
This move left Qin Feng stunned.
"Don’t take advantage of me!" he said with a look of disgust.
"I’ve already called you husband, you are my man. I’ll kiss you if I want. Don’t you like it?"
"I don’t like it!"
"You don’t like it, huh? Wait until I do something else later, then see if you like it or not!"
This brat was not only superior in his fighting abilities, above those of a fourth-rank Grandmaster, but his ability to find bargains was unparalleled too; he was simply a monster.
Although his looks were a bit ordinary, with just a little grooming, he could easily be dressed up to look presentable!
The most important thing was that Shangguan Yan found herself liking Qin Feng more and more the longer she looked at him. That’s why she was determined to have him, to capture him at any cost.
Shangguan Yan had not planned on marrying anyone in her lifetime, as no man had caught her eye. However, after meeting Qin Feng, her thoughts had changed.
Even if the men of this world weren’t worth a second glance, Qin Feng was the exception, a man worth marrying.
By this time, the Nine Dragons Altar had been completely unveiled by Qin Feng.
Staring at the glittering gold altar, engraved with nine flying dragons, Wang Quezi’s head buzzed.
He simply couldn’t believe his eyes—was this clay jar really a treasure?
He had never heard of the words "Nine Dragons Altar" and had no idea what it was. But just by the fact that it was made of pure gold and its considerable size, even just selling it as gold would fetch far more than five million!
So, selling the clay jar for five million to this youngster was indeed a loss.
Wang Quezi, in his dealings, always saw to it that he took advantage rather than sustained a loss.
None from the Southern Faction ever came out worse off in a deal!
Wang Quezi pointed at the Nine Dragons Altar in Qin Feng’s hands and said coldly, "Give it back to me!"
Qin Feng was taken aback and asked in bewilderment, "But I bought it from you for five million. We’ve already settled the transaction; why should I return it to you?"
"The five million you spent was for the clay jar, which is that pile of clay you scraped off the ground. This golden altar is mine, you must give it back to me!"
"Holy shit!" Qin Feng exploded with an expletive, then chuckled, "What you’re saying really opens my eyes! I’ve seen many shameless people, but someone as shameless as you, I’m seeing for the first time!"
"Give me the gold altar now—it’s not mine, it belongs to our Southern Faction. If you insist on keeping it, it means you’re opposing our entire Southern Faction!"
Wang Quezi directly invoked the Southern Faction in an attempt to intimidate Qin Feng and snatch the golden altar back.
Shangguan Yan couldn’t stand it anymore and immediately stepped forward, saying coldly, "Do people from the Southern Faction conduct business like this, without any rules? In the Ghost Market, once the money is taken and the goods are delivered, there is no going back."
"When I sold it, I made it clear that the five million was for the clay jar, not this golden altar. Gold and clay are entirely different things, and naturally, their prices are worlds apart. If you want to take this golden altar, you have to give me at least another billion!"
Wang Quezi named his price, he could let go of the golden altar, but he absolutely could not afford a loss on the money.
One billion would be enough to buy two or three altars of this size. As long as Shangguan Yan agreed, he was willing to let Qin Feng take the golden altar away.
"What if I don’t pay?" Qin Feng asked with a chuckle.
Immediately, Wang Quezi used his crutch to stand in front of Qin Feng, his face distorted with anger as he threatened, "Either pay up, leave the gold altar, or leave your life behind!"
Leave my life behind? What do you mean by that? Are you trying to kill me? You’re a cripple, and you have trouble even walking—do you really think you can kill me?" Qin Feng asked disdainfully.
Without another word, Wang Quezi raised his crutch and aimed a strike at Qin Feng’s neck.
Faced with this sudden attack, Qin Feng caught it with his hand, then yanked hard, and Wang Quezi fell to the ground face-first in a textbook example of biting the dust, mouth full of mud!
"You dare hit me? You steal my golden altar and still dare to hit me? You’re slapping the Southern Faction in the face!"
Wang Quezi got up, shouting at the top of his lungs, but he didn’t make another move against Qin Feng. He realized from that single encounter that he was no match for Qin Feng.
"So what if I’m slapping the Southern Faction in the face? If you’re not happy about it, anyone from the Southern Faction is welcome to slap back!" Qin Feng said, still with a smile.
"You just wait!"
Wang Quezi, leaning on his crutch, hobbled away.
