Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 917 - 916: How to Sell Lobsters

Three o'clock in the afternoon, the next day...

Hao Jian, Wen Lan, and Shu Ya, the three of them drove Spice Ginger's BMW—still yet to be returned—to the largest market in Hua City.

Here, as long as you can name the ingredient, they have it. If you have money, you can buy whatever you want. Of course, state-protected animals aren't on sale here. First, this place falls under Spice Ginger's jurisdiction, and second, Hao Jian would never tolerate such transactions taking place in Hua City.

The primary reason, though, is that the women around him wouldn't tolerate seeing anyone illegally trading such items. Though this stance sacrifices certain profits, since it's Hao Jian's rule, even Spice Ginger wouldn't dare violate it. And anyway, given Hao Jian's current circumstances and wealth, he simply doesn't need those profits anymore.

If you're going to stop doing it, then stop it entirely—consider it an act of benevolence for your next life.

"Grouper, flounder..."

They started at the seafood section, where Shu Ya was instantly overwhelmed by the sheer variety on display. Wen Lan, however, casually named the ingredients one by one, leaving Shu Ya thoroughly impressed.

"Sister Lan, you're amazing!"

Shu Ya practically glowed with admiration. She barely recognized any of the species on display, let alone their names.

"You just pick it up once you cook often enough..."

Wen Lan, caught off guard by Shu Ya's words, responded modestly. But after exchanging compliments, the two quickly devolved into endless chattering, leaving Hao Jian—sandwiched between them—rolling his eyes. He inwardly cursed himself for agreeing to accompany them last night.

Was it the alcohol? Did I get so mixed up that I didn't know what I was doing?

But at the moment, Hao Jian had little time to dwell on anything else. The two women had suddenly dragged him to a seafood stall, where his gaze fell on the creatures gliding through the tanks, his eyes narrowing slightly.

When it came to familiarity with ingredients, Hao Jian wasn't far behind Wen Lan. Back when he was the "God of Death," he'd deliberately learned culinary skills, even acquiring a foreign chef's certification—the five-star chef level.

Of course, he never used his real identity to register for that certification...

As a top-notch assassin, blending into normal life meant effortlessly becoming a regular Joe who could chat about anything with everyday people.

When engaging with the upper crust, you'd need to display your sophistication, your elegance, an array of social etiquettes—with utter finesse.

...

"Wow, that's a lobster! Look how huge it is!"

Suddenly, Shu Ya exclaimed, spotting a monstrous crustacean pacing leisurely in a one-meter-long, fifty-centimeter-high tank, its claws poised like sentinels.

"That one's decent. If you like it, just buy it. We'll make it tonight's centerpiece dish!"

Shu Ya's exclamation caught Hao Jian and Wen Lan's attention. After a brief look, Hao Jian nodded and proposed the idea.

"Hmm, sounds good. But buying it now seems a bit inconvenient—we still have a lot of groceries to pick up. Let's buy it but leave it with the shopkeeper for now."

Nodding at Hao Jian's suggestion, Wen Lan agreed. She'd never cooked lobster before and even considered skipping it entirely. But since Hao Jian had spoken, she'd leave it to him.

"Boss, how much for the lobster?"

"Eight hundred yuan!"

The shopkeeper gestured with his fingers, cigarette dangling from his lips, and grinned. "Bro, this lobster is Boston lobster, shipped here early this morning right from the coast. It weighs six pounds and two ounces—a premium lobster. It's normal for it to be pricey..."

Clearly, the shopkeeper's explanation intended to avoid them questioning the price. But for people like Hao Jian and his group, money wasn't an issue!

"Alright, it's not too pricey. Here's eight hundred," replied Hao Jian, pulling eight crisp bills from his wallet and handing them over with a smile. "Boss, we'll keep shopping. Leave the lobster here for us, and we'll pick it up when we're ready to head back."

"Sure!"

Taking the cash, the shopkeeper nodded before grabbing a repeatedly-used adhesive label from a box behind him. He stuck it to the outside of the lobster tank, where the words "Sold" were marked in bold characters.

Requests like Hao Jian's were common in the market, so such practices gradually became the norm and worked smoothly.

"Thanks for the trouble, boss!"

Smiling at the shopkeeper's actions, Hao Jian nodded and expressed his thanks. Then he led Wen Lan and Shu Ya deeper into the market.

"Ouch!"

Just as Shu Ya turned around, a young man, seemingly around twenty years old, bumped into her before continuing ahead without pause.

"Stop right there!"

Before his feet fully stepped forward, a hand lightly landed on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Hao Jian's serene expression as the hand gripped his shoulder firmly—clearly, those words came from Hao Jian.

"Hao Jian, it's nothing. He just accidentally bumped into me," said Shu Ya hurriedly upon seeing Hao Jian block the man, asking him to let go and not make a fuss.

Beside her, Wen Lan also chimed in, "Hao Jian, he probably just wasn't careful walking around. Shu Ya didn't get hurt, so let it be."

In their view, the young man had likely been distracted by his phone while walking, causing him to bump into Shu Ya—a common occurrence in crowded markets.

"You two airheads!"

Hao Jian sighed and lightly tapped each of their foreheads, provoking eye-rolls and playful indignation from the women.

"Kid, hand over what you stole, or don't blame me for what happens next."

After dealing with the women, Hao Jian turned to the young man, fixing him with a faintly threatening gaze and extending his free hand. His tone was calm yet unyielding.

At Hao Jian's words, the young man's face twisted with defiance. Hands shoved into his pockets, he tilted his chin arrogantly and sneered. "Hand over what? You blocked me, and I didn't even bother arguing—that shows how gracious I am. I don't want you losing face in front of two stunning beauties here, so let go and take back your accusation!"

"Some things can be said; others shouldn't."

The man had tried shaking off Hao Jian's grip earlier but found himself utterly immobilized. No other option but to demand his release now.

"Hao Jian, what are you even talking about? He only bumped into me!"

Shu Ya, thoroughly baffled, rubbed her forehead and chimed in again. Wen Lan shared her confusion, echoing Shu Ya's perspective.

"Next time you go grocery shopping, remember to put your phone in your bag, not your pocket," replied Hao Jian, rolling his eyes before pointing at Shu Ya's back pocket.

"Pocket?"

Still confused, Shu Ya reached for her back pocket—only to discover her phone was gone!

"What?! My phone is gone!"

Shu Ya exclaimed in panic, frantically searching her pants. Her newly purchased high-end phone worth over twenty thousand yuan was gone!

"Airhead!"

Watching Shu Ya finally piece things together, Hao Jian shook his head, exasperated.

"Did he steal my phone?!"

"Finally caught on for once!"

Hao Jian snapped his fingers and chuckled.

"Hey! Accusing people in front of all these witnesses—do you even feel any shame?!"

The defiant young man's anger flared upon being ignored while Hao Jian, Wen Lan, and Shu Ya analyzed the situation amongst themselves. Seeing the trio dismiss him entirely in public was intolerable. He lashed out, catching everyone's attention. Soon, they were surrounded by onlookers, suffocating him with anxiety.

Hearing his outburst, Hao Jian finally remembered the person in his grasp. Smiling, Hao Jian turned back and muttered, "My bad, my bad. Got caught up chatting—it seems I forgot about our 'main character' here."

"You're asking for it!"

The young man roared, his rage exploding and instinctively throwing a punch at Hao Jian's face.

"Soft as a pillow—worse than a girl's punch."

The attempted punch felt like nothing in Hao Jian's eyes. Calmly, he extended his palm to catch it effortlessly, making him laugh aloud.

"Aaah!"

The young man suddenly let out a scream of agony. His entire body weakened, his legs buckled, and he nearly collapsed—were it not for Hao Jian's firm grip on his shoulder.

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