Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"If I'm not mistaken, that's a work of Michelangelo. It originally came in a pair. I previously had one of them in my collection..." The old man said. "Michelangelo?" The stall owner was stunned. "Do you mean... The originator of purple clay teapot, Michelangelo? The one from the 15th century?"

"Yes..." The old man said.

"Oh my god... Then... How much does it worth?" The stall owner's eyes were filled with shock.

"If it's really a work of Michelangelo, it'd be worth at least ten million," the old man said.

"What? Is this thing worth ten million? I sold it for 50,000. Why was I still foolishly giggling here? Am I stupid?" The stall owner felt remorseful, and he repeatedly stomped his feet in place. "Well... Yes." The old man turned around and left after saying that.

The stall owner was left fuming on his own. "D*mn! I'm really stupid!"

Meanwhile, the youngsters were thoroughly shocked. After looking at each other, they all took in a deep breath and started discussing amongst themselves-

"That thing is actually worth ten million."

"So, that pretty lady isn't stupid, but we are...'

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that lady so amazing?" Now, they

owner felt even

fool? Now, he regretted selling

far

she happily walked through the crowd. Occasionally, she would glance at the purple clay teapot.

find out who made it once we remove this

couldn't say too much, lest she

would not harm her, this was a very important matter. The lesser it

more

then,

and turned around to look behind

did the

stall owner pushing the bodyguards behind her away. He

hands. "This... This... Give it back to me. I

a rule in the antique business that once an item was sold, it cannot be

speechless all