Chapter 1833: Chapter 1833: So Fat His Eyes Are Almost Gone

"Alright, let’s talk about it later." Ling Baobao chuckled.

Noticing the fierce look in Han Yan’s eyes and the anticipation in Ling Baobao’s, Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan couldn’t help but recall the time Long Wudang was nearly beaten to death at the Huayu Temple. Even though they wished him ill, they couldn’t suppress a twinge of sympathy. With Master Priest and Ling Baobao on his case, Young Master Long Yang’s miserable fate was about to start all over again.

Setting aside Long Wudang’s issue for the moment, Han Yan and the others followed Zhu Yulan through a dimly lit corridor, then through two courtyards, with twists and turns, finally stopping before a large door.

"Are you the second young mistress of the Gu family?" The guard at the door glanced at Zhu Yulan. He had already been informed by the servant and knew Zhu Yulan’s identity.

"Yes, sir." Zhu Yulan replied respectfully, knowing the background of the black market, she didn’t dare to cause any trouble here.

"Go in." The guard waved them through, not bothering with the identities of Han Yan and the others.

Upon entering the room, the first thing that caught their eye was a pig, a glistening, golden roasted pig with a rich fragrance. Even though it was already roasted to a crisp yellow, its trotter was still thicker than an adult’s calf, and the whole pig probably weighed at least seven to eight hundred pounds.

A fat man was lying on the table, gnawing on the roasted pig, his mouth covered in oil.

Seeing this fat man, everyone’s eyes twitched subconsciously. They’ve seen many fat people in this world, but never one as large as this.

The roasted pig on the table was large enough, but this fat man’s size was even bigger. His two hands, tearing at the pork, were as large as fan blades, his thighs seemingly thicker than Han Yan’s waist.

The way he was gobbling down food, ripping and biting, was beyond description. Han Yan even wondered who the real pig was: the man or the one lying on the table.

"I heard you have something good to sell, show me. If you dare to fool me and spoil my mood, I’ll smash you flat." The fat man viciously tore a piece of pork and glared menacingly at Han Yan and the others.

Actually, Han Yan wasn’t sure if he was glaring; he was just too fat. No matter how he tried to widen his eyes, they were only slits, impossible to see clearly.

Knowing there was no need for small talk with this kind of person, Han Yan directly took out a relic soul bead and placed it on the table.

"A mere Five-Colored Soul Pearl, and you dare to trouble me with it? Don’t you know how to spell ’death’?" The fat man glanced casually, then slammed his hand on the table, causing the entire room to shake violently.

"No, no, Store Manager, you’ve misunderstood..." Zhu Yulan was scared stiff.

A single Five-Colored Soul Pearl was worth a million, and at auction, it could even fetch several million. In her view, this was not a small business. How was she to know that others wouldn’t even bat an eye?

"Get out, or my slap will kill you. A mere Five-Colored Soul Pearl and you dare to trouble me, ignorant of death!" The fat man buried his head again into the roasted pig, the two equally plump pig heads making a funny picture.

The shout made Zhu Yulan’s heart flutter, almost blacking out.

"Wait, who said there’s only one Five-Colored Soul Pearl? This is just a sample for the Shopkeeper to inspect." Han Yan said calmly.

Seeing the fat man didn’t care for a single Five-Colored Soul Pearl, she wasn’t upset; instead, she felt relieved. It also demonstrated strength. If he wasn’t powerful, Han Yan wouldn’t dare sell the Five-Colored Soul Pearl to him, afraid of trouble.

"How many do you have?" Seeing Han Yan so composed, showing no trace of fear, the fat man was slightly surprised and raised his head again.

"How many can the Store Manager take?" Han Yan retorted.

"Don’t waste my time. If I, Gao Weihu, can’t handle the deal, you won’t need to find anyone else. How many exactly? Keep dawdling, and my slap will kill you for interrupting my meal." The fat man said unpleasantly, whether true or false unknown.

"A thousand, Five-Colored Soul Pearls." Han Yan initially planned to sell a hundred, but after investigating the prices of thirty medicinal herbs and considering the needed Meteorite Gold, selling a hundred Five-Colored Soul Pearls was far from sufficient. Since nearly ten thousand Soul Orbs were not immediately needed for cultivation, selling more at once seemed the best option.

Accustomed to extravagance, Lady Mu felt actual silver in hand was more reassuring.

"A thousand, Five-Colored Soul Pearls, can you really produce that many?" Gao Weihu looked at Han Yan skeptically.

Han Yan didn’t say much, merely waved her hand, and a pile of Five-Colored Soul Pearls appeared right in front of them. Without even counting, it was clear it was close to the amount mentioned.

"Where did you...get so many Five-Colored Soul Pearls?" Gao Weihu’s breathing became rapid, and he lunged forward, his fat jiggling, his eyes suddenly shining, opened much wider.

One or two Five-Colored Soul Pearls he could ignore, but a thousand was different. Although black market business was good, such a large single transaction was rare for him to encounter.

"Store Manager Gao doesn’t need to inquire about that." Han Yan glanced at Gao Weihu, saying.

"I shouldn’t ask, it’s against the black market rules. But the quantity is a bit too large, I have to have an idea in mind." Gao Weihu, too, realized it was against the rules, but still, a thousand Five-Colored Soul Pearls even made him uneasy.

"I’m sorry, I can’t speak on that. If Store Manager Gao thinks it’s a doable deal, we’ll make it. If not, we’ll just leave." Han Yan couldn’t reveal the origins of the Five-Colored Soul Pearls and turned to leave.

"Wait." Gao Weihu sidestepped swiftly, and a mountain of flesh blocked Han Yan’s path.

"What, does Store Manager Gao intend to kill and rob?" Han Yan’s eyes sharpened as she spoke.

She’s heard of double-dealing betrayals but hoped it wouldn’t happen to her.

"No, no, you’ve misunderstood me. There are rules even in the black market, how could I do such a thing?" Gao Weihu’s face jiggled with a smile, saying.

Curiously, in his smile, Han Yan spotted a trace of flattery.

"Then what does Store Manager Gao mean?" Han Yan looked at the fat man’s two eyes squinting into slits, confirming again, despite the small eyes making every effort to widen into mere slits, although the face full of fat being pulled appeared fake, there was indeed a hint of flattery, she wondered why the fat man had changed his stance so drastically.

"Actually, my background isn’t much of a secret. You ought to know a bit before coming here. A thousand Five-Colored Soul Pearls aren’t really a big deal for our Gao Family, but you might have some trouble if we proceed with this deal." Gao Huwei continued with his forced smile.

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