Chapter Thirteen: Recovering the Treasure Chest

"Take the hundred thousand, the car is mine now."

Hu Chaoyang's expression showed that he wasn’t surprised at all: Wang Keng had been right—this guy really had made a fortune!

Chen Hua’s eyes widened: how could Qin Jing suddenly have such a large sum of money right after breaking up with her?

Old Wei was equally astonished, clicking his tongue. "Impressive, Xiao Qin, you really have made it big."

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the small case Qin Jing had brought out. It was a gift from the bank, and the fifty stacks of ten thousand inside hadn’t been touched. Now, he took out ten stacks, leaving forty neatly arranged inside.

Hu Chaoyang stared at the money, greed flickering in his eyes. He signaled to someone behind him, and at once, someone produced a second-hand car sale agreement and handed it to Qin Jing.

Qin Jing didn’t hesitate. He signed his name at once and took the keys to the Mercedes-Benz S320. The recovery deal was thus preliminarily completed.

He walked over to the Mercedes S320, running his hand over the sleek paintwork, unable to suppress a rush of emotion. Once, a car worth over a million like this was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. But after simply upgrading a selling skill, the benefits he’d gained were already enough to buy such a new car.

"First successful use of Recycle Mastery: you have obtained a Recycle Treasure Chest (Bronze)."

Sunlight reflected off the black paint of the S320, creating a strange mirror-like effect. A line of tiny words, visible only to Qin Jing, appeared before his eyes.

What was this?

At first, Qin Jing was startled, then delighted. The first time he’d used Sales Mastery, he’d summoned Jessica Dio, a wealthy and influential figure from a mythical world. He hadn’t expected there to be any similar "reward" for Recycle Mastery, but it seemed the real surprise had been saved for last.

Now what? Where was the treasure chest?

He tried saying "open the chest" in his mind, but the words before his eyes didn’t react at all.

Damn it, where had the reward gone?

While Qin Jing was still pondering, Hu Chaoyang’s voice rang out.

"Pleasure doing business. Until we meet again."

As he spoke, Hu Chaoyang led his people out. His task was done; Wang Keng would handle the rest.

Chen Hua, however, didn’t move. She looked at Qin Jing, full of curiosity, planning to ask privately later where he’d gotten so much money. After all, she was running low on cash herself… perhaps she could—

"Wait."

Hu Chaoyang stopped, frowning at Qin Jing. "What is it? Think a hundred thousand isn’t enough?"

"Not that. But this car already has a buyer. Are you sure you want to leave so soon?" Qin Jing looked at Hu Chaoyang with a half-smile.

Hu Chaoyang was taken aback. "You already have a buyer?"

"Of course. In fact, here they are now."

Qin Jing gestured casually, and two striking figures appeared in the doorway. It was the sisters, Zheng Qiuyin and Zheng Qiuying.

The two had spoken to Qin Jing by phone earlier and taken about half an hour to find the place—just in time.

"Isn’t that my car? What’s it doing here?"

Zheng Qiuying caught sight of the S320 at Old Wei’s lot and cried out. The car had vanished along with Wang Keng, and she instantly thought of him.

She turned straight to Qin Jing.

"Don’t look at me. Someone just sold me this car for a hundred thousand. Look, the seller’s still here."

Qin Jing pointed at Hu Chaoyang and then stepped aside; now that things had come to this, there was nothing more for him to do but watch the show unfold.

"This… on what grounds do you say it’s your car? This car belongs to my uncle… um, I’m just selling it on his behalf."

A large bead of cold sweat rolled down Hu Chaoyang’s forehead. He vaguely remembered Wang Keng mentioning the car was "trouble," and now, seeing Zheng Qiuying so assertive, he had a very bad feeling. His words trailed off, faltering.

"Oh? If this is your uncle’s car, perhaps we’re mistaken. Could you bring the owner here?"

Zheng Qiuyin tugged at her sister and spoke in her place, then turned to Qin Jing, asking, "You are Qin Jing? I’m Zheng Qiuyin, Zheng Qiuying’s sister. We’re here to thank you for looking after Qiuying. Did you buy this S320?"

She’d heard from her sister that Qin Jing was in the recycling business—in other words, a junk dealer.

Hu Chaoyang and Zheng Qiuying didn’t quite grasp her words, but Qin Jing, a small-time trader, understood immediately: she was trying to lure out Wang Keng, maybe even gather solid evidence against both him and Hu Chaoyang!

"That’s right, I’ve already bought it. If you lost a car just like it, why not buy this one back? I’ve checked its condition myself—still ninety percent new. It cost over a million when new, but I’ll let you have it for half price, Miss Zheng."

Qin Jing smiled as if he were just enthusiastically making a sale.

Watching this, Hu Chaoyang was momentarily confused. Maybe they weren’t the real owners, just haggling over price?

Seeing Zheng Qiuyin’s interest, he grew excited: so, you dare try to sell a stolen car! Now you’ll get what’s coming to you.

He took out his phone and pressed send on a pre-written message.

Meanwhile, Zheng Qiuying was so anxious she nearly jumped out of her skin. The S320 was the one she’d always used—she’d know it anywhere!

She rushed to her sister’s side, desperate. "Sis, what are you doing? This is our car!"

"Be quiet! Not another word!"

Zheng Qiuyin shot her a glare. Zheng Qiuying, frustrated, turned to Qin Jing, glaring at him. "Qin Jing, that’s my car you bought! How dare you try to sell it back to me?"

Qin Jing’s face turned stern. "Miss Zheng, you may be one of my best clients, but you need to back up your claims with evidence."

He ignored her and went on haggling with Zheng Qiuyin.

Zheng Qiuying felt she’d explode. If not for her certainty that her sister didn’t know Qin Jing, she’d suspect the two of them were conspiring against her!

It was her family’s car, and now she had to buy it back? Qin Jing, after all she’d done for his business, was now pretending not to know her! Infuriating man!

At that moment, a rush of hurried footsteps sounded outside. Policemen in uniform burst in, shouting, "Nobody move! Police!"

No one inside stirred. From among the officers, a middle-aged man in a suit stepped forward, sporting a smug grin. "Qin Jing, did you ever think this day would come, after you ruined my plans?"

It was Wang Keng!

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zheng Qiuyin and Zheng Qiuying staring at him coldly. In an instant, a chill swept over him, and the triumphant smile froze and twisted on his face.

"Uh… what are you two doing here…"

Halfway through his sentence, Wang Keng felt a wave of murderous intent envelope him, his body frozen in place.

"Damn it, what rotten luck is this!" Wang Keng was close to tears. How had these two managed to find him here?