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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so amazing?" Now, they

owner felt even

the greater fool? Now,

too far away,

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

made it once we remove this

too much, lest she

this was a very important matter. The lesser it was

more than 50,000." Sharon was smiling

then, the stall owner's

stopped walking and turned around to

the

behind her away. He ran up to them, sweating profusely while

her hands. "This... This... Give it back to me. I don't want to sell it anymore." His heart felt

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

speechless all of a