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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is that lady so amazing?" Now, they all felt deeply embarrassed

owner felt even

the greater fool? Now, he regretted

far

hand, she happily walked through the crowd. Occasionally, she would

who made it once we remove this

couldn't say too much,

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

Anyway, it's definitely worth more

second, young lady... Wait..." Right then, the stall owner's voice

instantly stopped walking and turned around to look

did the

the stall owner pushing the bodyguards behind her away. He ran up to them,

while he pointed at the purple clay teapot in her hands. "This... This... Give it back to

in the antique business that once an item was sold, it cannot be returned. Isn't that what you said?"

speechless