Chapter 42: Filthy Rich, Sweeping Through the Market Stalls.

“After this auction ends, I need to raise some flying spirit beasts at home.”

“Otherwise, going out is just too inconvenient.”

Finally back at his original residence, Chen Fan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Once he entered his room, Chen Fan took the treasure chest from under the bed and placed it into his storage ring.

This kind of treasured pill needed to be soaked in dragon qi for seven days.

That was when it would yield the best effect.

Afterward, he made a round through the house, taking anything that might be useful or worth keeping as a memento.

“I really should prepare a gift for that little girl.”

“I’m going anyway, can’t be too stingy.”

“Besides, I did receive quite the generous gift from her.”

Leaving his home, Chen Fan headed straight for the bustling market.

After yesterday’s spending spree, he still had 20,000 gold left.

In any case, the dragon corpse auction would begin in just two days, and he’d have another wave of income then.

So, Chen Fan decided to spend all 20,000 gold.

He would use all of it to buy up scrap items and take them back for recycling.

Compared to money, contribution points were Chen Fan’s real wealth.

This time, Chen Fan changed his strategy. He no longer rushed around grabbing the cheapest goods like yesterday.

Instead, he decided to consult the system. Only if there was a significant price gap would he make a purchase.

This method was inefficient, mentally exhausting, and slow.

But it allowed him to earn a larger profit margin.

“You’re finally here, young master! I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Come, come! I still have plenty of treasures here. Feel free to pick and choose — the prices are unbeatable!”

As soon as Chen Fan entered the market, the stall owners swarmed him like they had just seen a walking vault, enthusiastically calling out to him as if they were fighting over a customer.

There was no helping it — Chen Fan had bought so much here just yesterday.

These stall vendors had been hawking their wares for a lifetime, but it was the first time they’d ever seen someone so insane.

Even though Chen Fan bargained hard, he bought in large quantities.

Especially those items that had been collecting dust on their stalls for years, he cleared out their long-hoarded inventory.

“Enough!!”

Chen Fan suddenly shouted, stopping everyone in their tracks, though their eyes still burned with feverish intensity as they looked at him.

“You bastards — I bought so much yesterday, and damn it, not a single hidden gem among them!”

Chen Fan couldn’t help but complain, leaving everyone exchanging awkward glances.

“All right!”

“I’ll accept the loss — a deal is a deal. Let’s just call it buying myself some experience.”

“But tomorrow, I’m heading back. Today is the last time I’m hitting the stalls.”

“If you want to sell, hurry up. If you’re planning to hike prices, just keep hoarding.”

“I’ve only got about 20,000 gold with me today.”

“No need to pull me around — I’ll be going from the start of the street to the end…”

“Once the money’s gone, I’m heading home…”

Chen Fan laid out his buying rules like a proper tycoon.

“Young master, I have a treasure here! I’m willing to part with it at a low price…”

The vendors toward the back grew anxious.

20,000 gold — every vendor’s eyes were practically burning with desire.

They were afraid Chen Fan wouldn’t make it to their stalls.

“Enough talk, I’m starting now…”

Chen Fan waved a hand and crouched down in front of the first stall, his eyes locking onto a Buddha statue. He picked it up and examined it carefully.

“How much for this?”

Chen Fan asked calmly.

“Ten gold!”

The vendor grinned shamelessly.

“Ten gold?”

“Who do you think you’re fooling?”

Chen Fan sneered.

“Young master, this Buddha statue is a genuine treasure — it’s been worshipped day and night, absorbing incense energy. Even if it’s not yet sentient, it’s close!”

The vendor tried to explain with a straight face.

“It’s just a clay Buddha figurine.”

“In the old era, it might have been a valuable collector’s item. But now? It’s worthless…”

“Keep it and worship it yourself…”

Chen Fan sneered, put down the statue, and moved to the next stall.

“Young master, I also have.”

The vendor panicked.

“Sorry, I don’t do business with people who think I’m a fool.”

Chen Fan said coldly.

In any era, having money made you the boss.

“Ah…”

The vendor was full of regret. Meanwhile, the next vendor greeted Chen Fan with a broad smile: “Young master, feel free to pick anything. Whatever catches your eye, just name your price…”

This second vendor had learned his lesson.

In this era, new scrap goods appeared every day.

Real treasures would never show up here.

What they truly lacked were buyers.

Now that they’d finally caught a big spender, they were more than happy to clear out inventory at a discount.

“Good!”

Chen Fan felt a hint of satisfaction.

Now he could continue bargaining.

Taking his time, carefully selecting…

As time passed, Chen Fan spent more and more money and reaped abundant gains — both sides were satisfied…

Only the vendors at the back grew increasingly desperate.

With a gold lord about to drop 20,000 gold on their street, seeing others feast while they feared they wouldn’t even get to sip the broth…

By afternoon, Chen Fan had nearly spent all of the 20,000 gold. He slowly stood up.

“All right, that’s it for today…”

He stretched lazily.

“Master, please — just take a look at my stall!”

The remaining vendors were on the verge of tears, their faces full of envy.

“All right, next time I come, I’ll start from your stalls.”

Chen Fan shook his head and strode away like a boss.