Zuo Ling picked quickly, piling the discarded ones to one side and placing the ones she chose to the side.

She picked out one piece, and the middle-aged man looked at another, constantly comparing them, his face full of doubt.

Zuo Ling chuckled inwardly. Even if some people awaken superpowers in the apocalypse, they are only a very small minority.

You think you can tell the difference with your mortal eyes? Stop daydreaming!

If it were that easy, then I wouldn't be able to survive.

The commotion they were making attracted a lot of onlookers, and the stall owners all crowded around to see what was going on.

Zhang Xiuying was squeezed in the crowd, filled with regret. "It's over, it's over, I've definitely missed out."

Ask the middle-aged person:

"Old Dai," he gestured towards Zuo Ling with his chin, "do you have any explanation?"

Old Dai smiled wryly, wishing he knew.

That's why I brought out all the goods for Zuo Ling to choose from, hoping to figure out the pattern.

Instead of summarizing the patterns, we've become increasingly confused.

Take the pieces that Zuo Ling just picked out, for example; only one of them looks alright.

Unfortunately, it has a crack in the middle, so it's not very valuable.

The other pieces were either of poor color, poor translucency, or too small and brittle, making them of very poor quality.

For him, this kind of mainland product was like mosquito meat.

There's no way around it; there are too many poor people, and with so many opportunities, you can always manage to scrape together a little something.

Having spent half his life in the jade industry, he had accumulated a lot of unwanted scraps, which he let Zuo Ling pick and choose from, also as a way to clear out his inventory.

More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle, curiously observing Zuo Ling rummaging through the food as quickly as a pig would pick at its food.

Zuo Ling was very excited and picked out seven or eight more pieces. It was a rare opportunity; who had any leftover scraps left over?

Finally, not counting the 5 pieces she had picked out first, Zuo Ling picked out another 11 pieces.

How much are these?

What price do you think is suitable?

Old Dai was somewhat annoyed that he hadn't figured out the obvious, and he wanted to see how Zuo Ling would bid.

Zuo Ling paused for a moment:

"Although there are many of the ones I just picked, their quality is not as good as those five. I'll offer five thousand."

Normally, Zuo Ling would sell the scraps she picked out for a few dozen or a couple hundred yuan, but she offered 5,000 yuan, which is not a low price.

But today, Old Dai was fuming and retorted, "Add another 1,000, or forget it."

Zuo Ling smiled and said, "Deal."

Old Dai suddenly felt he had lost hundreds of millions.

3,000 plus 6,000, totaling 9,000.

Cash on delivery.

With no more excitement to be seen, the surrounding crowd dispersed.

Just as Zuo Ling was about to leave, Old Dai called her back:

"I have a friend who also deals in jade; he has quite a lot in stock. Are you interested?"

Zuo Ling looked wary. She had already made a big splash today, and she didn't want to risk her life.

Old Dai glanced at her sideways:

"Don't worry, we won't go to any secluded places, public places, ghost markets, have you heard of them? I'll send my friend there; he has more stock than I do."

I've heard of the Ghost Market, but I've never been there.

The temptation is immense, I'll take the plunge! Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"The Western Emperor? It's too far, I won't go."

Kyoto has eight ghost markets, but she didn't want to go to one that was too remote.

Old Dai found it funny; the young girl was incredibly shrewd, clearly defining her territory, with the area within the Second Ring Road of Xihuang being the safest place.

He readily agreed, "Alright, it's Xihuang then. Little girl, don't break your promise. My friend's business is quite large, don't make things difficult for Lao Dai."

He couldn't figure it out, so he asked a friend to help him out. He figured that without solving the mystery, even the meat wouldn't taste good.

"Okay, I'll definitely go."

Zuo Ling originally wanted to try her luck at the Ghost Market, but with Lao Dai's help, it was much easier.

"Don't oversleep between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m."

Old Dai pressed on with a word of advice.

Thinking about it, still worried, he asked again, "Do you know the exact address? Don't go to the wrong place."

Zuo Ling felt awkward. She only knew the general area; she could find out how big the Western Emperor was once she arrived.

Old Dai's forehead twitched. "What's a ghost market? A place where ghosts roam, can it be in a visible spot? By the time you find it, the ghost market will have already closed!"

With patience, he wrote down the address for Zuo Ling.

"Thank you so much, you're such a kind person."

Having gained an advantage, Zuo Ling didn't forget to play the innocent card.

"If you really think I'm a good person, why don't you tell me what the key is?"

Old Dai wouldn't give up.

"Would you share your supply with your competitors? I'm afraid you'll steal my business. I'm leaving now, see you tonight."

Zuo Ling wouldn't be foolish enough to tell him.

Watching Zuo Ling's departing figure, Lao Dai was extremely depressed.

After a long day, Zuo Ling was exhausted, but her spirits were excessively high.

I really didn't expect to have such a great harvest; it's like I've been blessed with good luck.

Zuo Ling was excited and wanted to find a restaurant to have a good meal.

I remember I'm going to the ghost market tonight, but never mind, business comes first.

We drove to the chain hotel closest to the West Emperor Ghost Market and bought a large pancake, a few cold dishes, and two kinds of cooked food from a food stall next to the hotel.

She took the food back to the hotel for a quick bite, set three alarms, and went straight to sleep; she was exhausted.

Her hands and feet were bound, and she struggled and screamed. Someone was calling her "sister," laughing—a contemptuous and disgusted laugh—as a thick steel needle was thrust towards her...

Zuo Ling suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily.

Her phone alarm was ringing; she was having another nightmare.

Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, Zuo Ling lay back down. Since her rebirth, she had been having nightmares every night.

Ding Jiaojiao! Zuo Ling clenched her fists, her expression fierce, and gritted her teeth as she spat out the three words.

Turn off the alarm; it's 1:30 AM, there's still time.

I washed my face, and the cool water instantly refreshed me.

Take out the baking soda packet and apply it evenly to your hands, just like applying hand cream.

In Baoshan, Lao Dai had a lot of stock, and she took a long time to select the crystals. Fortunately, none of the crystals underwent any abnormal changes.

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