Ghost Catching System-Chapter 594 - 593 Poor Merchandise_1

Zhang Qin'ai didn't waste words with Chu Hao; seeing that business at Sanqing Pavilion was booming, she was naturally willing to cooperate.

Zhang Qin'ai said, "We need a contract. Also, regarding the magical artifacts in the store, you, the owner, undoubtedly know their authenticity. We also need official authorization to fend off rampant counterfeiters."

The middle-aged man quickly responded, "No problem."

Business at Sanqing Pavilion was indeed very good today. This was a long-term collaboration that would bring in plenty of money in the future.

Was it the effect of the Three Wealth Copper Coins?

Chu Hao was eager to test it out and said, "Let's go out to the street and see if I can pick up any money."

Chu Hao strode out of Sanqing Pavilion, leaving the owner bewildered. This young owner seemed to care little about the affairs of Sanqing Pavilion.

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Chu Hao walked down the street with his hands behind his back, just like a regular shopping trip.

This street was a prime location in Anli City, naturally bustling with people. Chu Hao walked along, looking down to see if there was any money on the ground.

After walking a bit, he actually saw a hundred-yuan banknote featuring Chairman Mao's portrait.

Chu Hao quickly walked over and picked up the bill. He was overjoyed!

"Damn! With this, I can go out without bringing any money," Chu Hao was secretly thrilled.

Even though he wasn't short on cash now, Chu Hao loved money, just as men love beautiful women—it was in his nature.

Then, Chu Hao saw another hundred-yuan note a few meters ahead. Passersby were coming and going, yet no one seemed to notice the money on the ground!

Chu Hao ran over and picked up another hundred yuan.

Suddenly, Chu Hao's eyes widened; there was another hundred yuan ahead.

He looked around. It felt as though someone had intentionally thrown this money here.

Thus, Chu Hao walked and picked up money along the way—hundreds, fifties, twenties, and even five-yuan bills. He collected about sixteen hundred in total. He was ecstatic; picking up money was so exhilarating!

"Hey! Isn't that Chu Hao?"

At that moment, a voice called out. Chu Hao looked up to see two men and a woman standing before him. One of the men, arms crossed, was staring at him.

This was Pang Zhengguang, a former classmate who had transferred abroad during their senior year of high school. Pang Zhengguang, a rich second-generation kid, loved to flaunt his wealth and had often done so in front of Chu Hao and Li Yin, irritating many classmates to the point they wanted to beat him up. The school bully, Wang Qi, had once taught Pang Zhengguang a lesson, but Pang Zhengguang's bodyguards later dealt with Wang Qi. This kid had even bragged that his family had nothing *but* money. Chu Hao hadn't seen him in almost a year; Pang Zhengguang had now returned to Huaxia Country.

Pang Zhengguang, looking at the money in Chu Hao's hands, laughed cheerfully and said, "You're still so pathetic. I just threw some money down to see who would pick it up. Haha... I didn't expect it to be you. If you're poor, you could've told me. We're classmates, after all; you can always talk to me. I'll spot you a few thousand."

Damn!

So that's why there was money all along the road—this guy threw it! Doesn't he have anything better to do?

Chu Hao was clearly annoyed. This guy is showing off his wealth again, same as always.

Chu Hao said indifferently, "Well, well, if it isn't Bladder. Whether I have money or not is none of your damn business."

"Bladder" was Pang Zhengguang's nickname, the one he hated the most. His previously smiling face froze, looking somewhat displeased.

The man and woman accompanying Pang Zhengguang stood by. The woman, fashionably dressed, holding a designer bag, and wearing artfully applied makeup, smiled and said, "Zhengguang, is this your classmate?"

While speaking, she took out her phone to take a picture of Chu Hao, intending to post it on Moments.

Pang Zhengguang sneered, "He's just a poor loser, living from one meal to the next."

The girl exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe people like that still exist these days!"

Pang Zhengguang said, "It's quite normal. This kid often goes to the bridge to tell fortunes and scam people. Chu Hao, I'm not trying to put you down, but if you're broke, just say the word to your old classmates. I'd spot you some cash. Don't go around embarrassing us."

I must not have checked the almanac before leaving home today, to run into such a disgusting guy, Chu Hao thought.

He was just about to say something in retort and show off a bit when suddenly someone ran up from beside him and stuffed a large, silver-colored case into his hands.

Chu Hao was completely dumbfounded. Turning around, he saw the person was already far away.

Pang Zhengguang and his two friends also looked baffled, curious about what could be inside the silver case.

What's going on here? Chu Hao wondered.

Holding the case, which was quite heavy, he opened it to see stack upon stack of red bills—definitely around a million or so.

Pang Zhengguang and his two friends were also stunned. What on earth was happening?

Looking at the money in the case, Chu Hao wondered, What is going on? Is this the effect of the Three Wealth Copper Coins?

Chu Hao closed the case, laughed, and said, "Bladder boy, who did you say was broke? Look, someone just delivered money to me. Seeing your astonished face really makes my day; I just love guys like you who haven't seen much of the world."

"DING... Host has successfully shown off, gaining 2000 Pretentiousness Points."

Are you kidding me! Pang Zhengguang fumed internally. Who's the one who hasn't seen the world now? It's just over a million, right?

Honestly, for high school graduates their age, over a million was no small sum. No matter how much of a spendthrift Pang Zhengguang was, his annual pocket money was only around a million or so. Seeing Chu Hao suddenly receive a case with a million, how could he not be envious?

Pang Zhengguang found this infuriating. Why does stuff like this never happen to me?

He wouldn't have believed for a second—not even if he were beaten to death—that Chu Hao had arranged for that man. Chu Hao is just a pauper, after all!

Pang Zhengguang, feeling irked, said, "Showing off with a case of fake money, what's there to be so smug about?"

Chu Hao, grinning from ear to ear, replied, "Dumbass, today I'll show you what a real tycoon looks like."

Saying this, Chu Hao carried the case full of money and walked forward.

Pang Zhengguang's friend asked, "What's he trying to do?"

Pang Zhengguang's face darkened as he sneered, "A pauper is still a pauper. With so much money, what can he possibly do?"

The girl said, "He must be planning to save it."

The young man nodded and said, "That's possible."

The three of them followed Chu Hao, curious to see if he was going to deposit the money. Instead, Chu Hao walked into a luxury boutique. Everything in this store was exceptionally expensive—clothing, shoes, and watches, all from international brands. Pang Zhengguang himself only visited such a place about once a year.

The fashionable girl, surprised, said, "He's not actually planning to buy luxury goods here, is he?"

Pang Zhengguang, in disbelief, said, "How could that be? He's just a pauper! Besides, the origin of this money is unclear. Would he dare to buy anything?"

Chu Hao placed the case on the counter, pointed at a set of clothes, and said, "That outfit and shoes, bring them to me."

The sales associate was also puzzled. But when Chu Hao opened the case, she was shocked and quickly ran to get the clothes.

The young man beside Pang Zhengguang asked, his lips twitching, "That set of clothes and shoes is worth two hundred thousand. Is he really a pauper?"

Pang Zhengguang was utterly confused and grumbled, "It's only two hundred thousand."

"The problem is," the young man added, "the money's origin is unclear."

When Chu Hao emerged from the fitting room, it was a complete transformation. He rarely bought clothes, usually wearing items from street stalls. In Chu Hao's philosophy, that was stealthy pretentiousness.