17 Black-hearted System Store_1

"Martial Arts Mastery lv2, after exchanging, the host will possess the strength to take on a hundred enemies. Required exchange amount: 10 million..."

Upon seeing the required amount, Tang Feng silently closed the system page and cursed, "That's damn extortionate."

He felt the system's math must have been taught by a gym teacher.

Spend a hundred thousand to have the strength to take on ten enemies.

So to take on a hundred, shouldn't it cost only one million?

What the hell is this ten million about?

But, fortunately, having the strength to take on ten enemies was already enough, as he didn't need to go to the battlefield in a harmonious society. Having the strength to take on a hundred would have nowhere to be used.

Of course, all those were just self-consolation of a poor guy like him.

If he really had money, he wouldn't just stop at a hundred enemies. He'd max out his skills first and then see if he could stomp his foot and fly out of the solar system!

These were all his wild thoughts. He only learned martial arts for self-protection and needed to keep a low profile normally.

He had wanted to practice the eighth-level fist form in the living room, but since the space was too cramped, he had only executed two moves before kicking the coffee table apart.

Then, he heard Qin Yanan's voice coming down from upstairs, "Tang Feng, the deadbeat, are you trying to demolish the house? If you don't want to sleep properly, let's have a lengthy chat about your third leg."

Tang Feng immediately shuddered and hastily gathered up the pieces of the scattered coffee table, then went to bathe and sleep.

He usually could sleep a lot, especially these days without work, sleeping until about ten o'clock every morning.

But perhaps due to the changes in his physique, today he woke up around seven o'clock and couldn't fall back asleep.

It felt like there was endless energy inside him that needed to be vented.

He simply changed into a set of sportswear and went out for a run to consume the excess stamina.

Passing by a breakfast shop on the way, he casually bought two servings of soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks.

Then he ran to knock on Qin Yanan's door, "Sis, open up, I bought breakfast for you, get up and eat..."

"You stinky boy, not sleeping early in the morning and not letting others sleep, huh?" Qin Yanan's angry voice came from inside the room.

"What time is it? Time to get up, or your breakfast will get cold."

"Ah! It's not even eight o'clock, are you looking to die?"

"Oh, then you continue to sleep, I'll hang the breakfast on your door."

Tang Feng left with a mischievous smile on his lips, hanging the breakfast on the doorknob before turning away.

He had already gone far but could still hear Qin Yanan cursing.

He went home to take a bath and then changed clothes, heading straight for Antique Street.

Appraising that blue and white porcelain bowl for Qin Yanan last night also gave him a wake-up call.

Antiques really were a great business opportunity to make money. Now that he had the scanning system, no treasure could escape his eyes.

To not pick up a few bargains would be a waste of heaven's gifts.

Antique Street was not far from where he lived, just about fifteen minutes' walk, which saved him taxi fare.

Even though it was close, he had never been there before.

Because he knew the business there was tricky, and those who didn't understand it would only get fleeced like fat pigs if they entered rashly.

Antique Street wasn't very wide, only about seven or eight meters across.

Both sides were lined with antique shops, and there were also numerous scattered stalls on the street.

Although it was early, Antique Street was already bustling. Many simply dressed people squatted at various stalls, haggling with the stall owners.

Tang Feng was well aware that despite their plain attire, any one of them could be a billionaire tycoon.

He didn't know the first thing about antiques, so he squatted down at a stall and activated his scanning system.

The scanning system had been upgraded to lv2 now, with a scanning range of about two meters.

Once activated, information about items within two meters in front of him was all displayed before his eyes.

Wonder how far the range would be if it upgraded to lv3, lv4?

Maybe with the scanning system on, he could see the information of everything on the whole street.

The thought alone was thrilling.

He put away his fanciful thoughts and started to focus on the items at the stall.

But after one scan, he was greatly disappointed.

There were indeed good items, but the marked prices were high, almost matching the valuation given by the system.

It was clear that this stall owner was very shrewd.

Seeing no bargains to snatch, he got up to move to the next stall, which turned out to be the same situation—good items were all priced steeply.

That was understandable, after all, these people were professionals. They knew the value of their items well.

So, to pick up a bargain among these sharp folks not only required strong abilities but also luck.

But for him with the system, there was no need for luck; it was like sweeping the streets, just scanning one by one.

He didn't believe that he couldn't pick up even one bargain in the entire Antique Street.

Finally, after changing six or seven stalls, he found a good item on one of them.

It was a jade toad the size of a palm. Its craftsmanship was mediocre at best—if one didn't look closely, one might not even recognize it as a toad.

But what Tang Feng was interested in was not the toad itself but something inside it.

"Nugget of gold, approximately 200 grams, estimated value: 500,000..."

He first casually looked at the other items, and then his gaze turned to the jade toad.

"Boss, how much for this toad?"

The stall owner, a man in his forties with shifty triangulated eyes, looked like a very astute person.

"Five..." He was halfway through when he glanced at Tang Feng twice, then four fingers retracted from the original five, "One thousand!"

Tang Feng noticed his expression and sneered inwardly.

The stall owner clearly saw it was his first time and was deliberately trying to rip him off.

So, who would be more cunning?

"One thousand? That's a bit expensive," he hesitated.