Chapter 110: Jadeite Bracelet

At the stall, mostly jade and jadeite were on display. Henry Carson glanced over and saw nothing outstanding; the jadeite was of average quality. "Look at this bracelet, Henry, it's so green, and only for five hundred bucks," Jennifer Fenton said, handing the bracelet to Henry. Henry inspected it; while green, it was artificially colored glass, not genuine jadeite. The Shadow Bazaar, full of deceit and mixed goods, relied on such trickery, especially at night when it was harder to discern authenticity. He looked up at the stall owner, a plain-dressed man in his thirties, seemingly honest. "How much do you think this is worth?" Henry asked with a smile. The owner, thinking he had a naive customer, repeated his spiel, "This is genuine jadeite, a family heirloom. But we need money, so we're selling it for just five hundred. Can't go any lower." Henry chuckled, "Come on, if it's a family treasure, you'd sell it for just five hundred? Even in the chaotic Shadow Bazaar, your story's a