Chapter 283 One Fake, Ten Compensation
Luann returned home with a complex mood, silently tidying up things.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Are you feeling down?"
"Who made my precious unhappy?"
Myron walked up from behind and reached out to encircle Luann's petite figure in his arms.
Luann solemnly replied. "It seems like you've gained another rival."
Myron remained unfazed. "It's okay. There are already so many; adding one more won't make a difference."
There was a pause. It seemed like he couldn't quite swallow this.
"Which family?"
"Tell me his name."
"Perhaps I can leave a complete corpse."
Luann shrugged lightly, choosing not to speak.
Jealousy brewed deep within Myron. Seeing Luann defend that person, he said sourly, "Is he that important to you? Can't even tell me?"
"If you're going to chop her up if I tell, wouldn't that be endangering her life?" Luann stuffed clothes into the suitcase.
Myron pulled them out. "How could that be? I'm not that violent."
Luann snatched the clothes back from his hands and continued packing. "I don't believe you."
Myron smiled and continued to pull. "I really mean it."
Luann sighed helplessly. "Not going abroad?"
"No luggage?"
Myron responded confidently. " No need to take luggage. We can buy what we need together over there."
Luann glared at him. "You really don't know how to live."
She reached out her hand. "Give me your wallet."
Myron obediently handed it over, and Luann naturally slipped it into her pocket. "And your phone."
Myron's eyelid twitched slightly.
"What, loathe to give up?" Luann teased.
"No, just kidding." Myron decisively handed over his phone with a gentle smile.
After fiddling with it for a while, Luann returned it. "Consider this a taste of life's hardships. This is your pocket money before going abroad, so you don't spend unnecessarily."
Myron's eyes almost overflowed with amusement. "Thank you for my darling's generosity."
Luann said, "Alright, you can go now."
"Yes." Myron left the room, checked his phone, and found out that this girl had actually unlinked his bank cards with paypal. Scrolling through Apple Pay, he saw less than a thousand dollars left in Facebook.
His phone rang. "Myron, where are you? Coming to my place?"
"Something up?" Myron asked.
"Of course, why else would I call you over?" Eddy said.
"I'll be there soon." Myron glanced at the time. He was sure Eddy's parents would be home at this hour. Going empty-handed, was that inappropriate? But he had no money now; he used to bring nice gifts. Myron drove off, stopping at a night market stall.
"Sir, you have great taste!"
"This is a fine piece of agate, usually sold for tens of thousands!"
Myron heard the price and was about to leave. The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "I'll be honest with you. We used to have a physical store, but business was bad, and then we incurred losses! We had to set up a stall for promotions. Now, we're selling cheap! You won't lose out; it's a fair deal!"
Myron asked coldly, "Are you sure this is agate?" He wasn't blind or stupid.
The shopkeeper's smile twitched. "Of course, this is definitely agate!"
Myron stared at him coldly, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Selling counterfeit goods could get you arrested."
The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, forcing a smile. "It's real, I swear! Sir, trust me! Haven't you seen the sign? One fake, ten compensations!"
Myron nodded, unsure if he believed him or not. "I won't buy it, it's too expensive."
The shopkeeper stopped him again. "Sir, please don't go. At least try bargaining."
Myron frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled. "Bargain? What's that?"
The shopkeeper explained, "It means you can state your desired price. How much do you want to pay for it?"
Myron tapped on the back of his phone case. With eight days left before going abroad, he had only a thousand dollars. He could only spend a hundred dollars a day, and he still needed to eat.
"Fifty."
The shopkeeper looked troubled. "I'm trying to sell it cheap, but you cut it to fifty in one go, that's too..."
Myron raised his leg. "Don't go..." The shopkeeper sighed. "Alright, alright, since you're sincere about buying, I'll sell it to you! Wait here, I'll pack it for you!"
Myron raised an eyebrow. "Can you give me a box?"
"A box will cost ten dollars."
Myron decisively said, "No need, thanks."
Soon, the shopkeeper handed him a plastic bag. Myron looked inside at the many agates, feeling puzzled. "Didn't I just buy one?"
The shopkeeper pointed to the sign. "I said, one fake, ten compensations! There are a total of eleven; take them!"
Myron was speechless. Disliking the bag's appearance, he threw it away when he arrived at the Nash family's doorstep. Upon entering, he saw Eddy's mother and father sitting there.
"Myron's here, Eddy's upstairs."
"Okay." Myron's hand dropped onto the table. A discolored stone appeared.
While Eddy's parents were still in a daze, Myron had already walked upstairs.
"What's this?" Eddy's father picked it up and examined it under the light. "Agate? Doesn't look like it."
"Seems like an ordinary stone." Eddy's mother coughed lightly, decisively, and with a hint of tenderness. "How could that be? Myron always brings good things; when has he ever given us cheap stuff?"
Eddy's father nodded, not doubting her words. "That's true, so what exactly is this?"
"It's probably some rare item; the world is full of wonders, and there are many treasures we haven't seen." Eddy's mother took the stone from Eddy's father, carefully examining it as if she had discovered a new continent pointing out. "Look at the patterns on it; they are uneven and not translucent, but cool to the touch. At a glance, you can tell it's something valuable."
"You're right." The two cherished the dyed stone, circling it.
After a while, Mrs. Nash spoke, "Keep it safe, don't break it. It's such a small thing; it'll be hard to find if lost. Didn't you bring a box last time? Use that to store it."
Eddy's father sounded a bit aggrieved. "I got that box from an auction; it cost tens of thousands."
Mrs. Nash urged. "This thing is probably worth millions, definitely more valuable than your box. Hurry up."
Mr. Nash fetched the expensive box from the storage room and carefully placed the stone inside, displaying it on the liquor cabinet as a decoration.
"Good, good."
"Myron is considerate."
