"Do you think you've accomplished something? Do you feel a sense of achievement from playing me like a fiddle? Let me tell you, you'll pay for your foolishness today. When the time comes, even if you kneel and beg me, I won't give you another chance."
Qiao Shiyue stormed off in a fury.
Liao Zhen had no idea why she was so angry.
What was there to be mad about? If a deal doesn't go through, goodwill remains, right?
He turned to call Shen Yunyun, but suddenly felt his behavior was a bit childish, like a grade-schooler tattling, so he put his phone back down.
After returning, Qiao Shiyue cursed out Liao Zhen's ancestors for eighteen generations, causing his ninety-something-year-old great-grandmother to sneeze nonstop.
Back at the hotel, she pondered how to deal a heavy blow to Shen Yunyun.
Although several fruit merchants cooperating with Liao Zhen had secretly reached deals with her, this bomb wouldn't explode until the watermelons hit the market in bulk.
She couldn't stand letting her have even one good day. Seeing her thrive was more infuriating than her own misfortune.
She then went to find Gu Changye, one of the few friends Shen Yunyun had in Goose City.
Whether she could sway him or not, she had to try.
She had to trample Shen Yunyun underfoot, or her own life would be in danger.
When Gu Changye heard she was surnamed Qiao and recognized her Haicheng accent, he understood about seventy or eighty percent of the situation.
How interesting.
"Miss Qiao, are you here to sell something or buy something?" Gu Changye asked.
Qiao Shiyue had already learned that Gu Changye was an antique dealer, so she came prepared, pulling out a snuff bottle: "Take a look at this, Boss Gu."
Gu Changye's eyes lit up. This snuff bottle looked extraordinary, with a significant background.
He took it and examined it closely, confirming it was from the Qing Dynasty and once used by an emperor, making it quite valuable.
After verifying, he asked, "Are you sure you want to sell it?"
"Yes, name your price."
"200,000."
Qiao Shiyue nearly choked with rage. She brought an emperor's snuff bottle to sell, and he only offered 200,000.
When her third brother gave it to her, he said it was worth over a million.
And he only offered 200,000.
What a heartless merchant.
Still, her mood suddenly lifted.
Dealing with such a ruthless businessman, there was no way Shen Yunyun could get the upper hand.
"I'll sell it to you for 200,000, but I have one condition."
"What condition?"
"You buy my item, and you have to testify for me."
"What do you need me to testify about, Miss Qiao?"
"You have to prove that Lin Mengxing is Lin Qingyu."
Gu Changye's hand, toying with the snuff bottle, paused slightly as he shot her a thoughtful look.
"I don't know what Miss Qiao means."
"Boss Gu, no need to play coy. I came to you because I have enough evidence that you helped Lin Qingyu get a brand-new ID. You also did the same for Shen Yunyun. You fabricated perfect identities for them, giving them entirely new lives."
"Miss Qiao, you can't eat just any food, and you can't say just anything. Are you trying to send me to jail with these words? So, Miss Qiao, are you here to buy or sell? If you're not doing either, then please make yourself scarce."