The Substitute Body of a Killer

One Hundred and Twenty Million

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There is a large monthly exhibition of antiques market with many visitors. On a normal day, many visitors will come and make transactions, but the price will not be too expensive. But today coincides with the auction held every month in this antique market.

When Nadhira arrived at the assessment center, there was already someone there to identify the antiques.

People are here just to look for real antiques, while others are just to watch.

The appraisers were all experienced and the assessment center had its own rules. If it is fake, they will not charge for it, and if it is a genuine item, then you only need to pay for this service, if the antiques are directly at auction on the spot, then you only need to pay for this service, the price of service will be higher. That rule is quite acceptable.

Nadhira walked to the assessment table. He looked at a soft porcelain jar, and it looked like a real porcelain urn.

Nadhira uses his magic eye to identify, but after being identified by Nadhira it turns out the porcelain jar is fake. But Nadhira did not voice his opinion.

"That's a fake," said the appraiser. It only takes a few minutes to get the results. "What's? That's fake?" A male voice sounded shocked among the crowd. The man put on a astonished face, at once confused. "No way! How could it be fake!"

"Are you asking me now?" The appraiser looked annoyed at being doubted.

The man quickly dodged and explained. "No, no, but it's my grandfather's heirloom for my father and myself. So I can't just believe that it's a fake, '" the people at the center of the crowd were sympathetic to the man.

"Bro even if it's an heirloom item, it could be a fake item, too,"

"Certainly,"

"It's possible that your grandfather made a mistake so it's perfectly natural to happen,"

Other sympathy voices were also heard from the others.

The man put on an unhappy face, he left quickly while carrying the heirloom, he still believed that it was a genuine item, he said, and he wanted to sell it but what surprised him was that it turned out to be a fake item.

After the departure of the man, it is now Nadhira's turn to assess the items he brought. "Hi can you identify this bracelet for me?" he handed her the bracelet he just bought.

The appearance of the figure of the teenage girl made many people talk among the crowd.

"Where did he get this stuff? It's so ugly,"

Yes, I think it has been cleaned by Nadhira, it is undeniable that the bracelet is not too grabbing because he only cleanses using water only.

The appraiser actually also doubted the bracelet, but it was his duty and he should not underestimate people's belongings.

However, as he further cleaned the stain with a liquid, the original color of the bracelet appeared, pure white, and it was a pure pearl from several hundred years ago.

The assessment was still doubtful and then continued to clean the bracelet. After a while, he felt something unusual.

The others were also immediately curious.

"What's going on?"

"Is it real?"

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The appraiser remained silent, focused on his work, not long after which the bracelet was already clean and shiny.

They all believed that the item was still a fake, because no one had ever heard of bracelets being made in ancient times. It must be just a modern piece of art.

While the appraiser thinks otherwise. He was astonished and excited.

Everyone was very surprised by what the appraiser said.

Rare coral mutia bracelet?

Is the bracelet real?

Suddenly everyone looked at Nadhira with great jealousy, while Nadhira was just as calm as ever, which made one wonder if he had found out about it?

Actually Nadhira only knew that it was a real antique, but he did not know what the bracelet was.

Everyone now knew that the bracelet was actually made from a very rare coral pearl.

"Hey young girl, where did you get this bracelet?" someone asked.

"I just bought it at one of the antique shops up ahead" Nadhira said as he was.

"What's? You took it by accident? What a lucky girl,"

Everybody agrees with that.

"Young girl, do you want to sell it? I'll pay you thirty million for that bracelet," a middle-aged man wearing a suit made an offer at the beginning.

"Thirty million? Are you kidding me? I'll pay you fifty million rupiah, young lady,"

"Sixty million," another man also offered.

"Seventy million,"

"Eighty million,"

"One hundred and twenty million," everyone was immediately shocked to hear the price offered by a middle-aged man in a gray suit with a few people behind him.

Nadhira was also surprised, this was his first time selling antiques, he knew antiques were expensive, but the price offered by that person was really surprising to him.

He thought forty million was already high enough. But one hundred and twenty million meant nothing to Nadhira in his previous life, but at this moment, to him it was a huge sum of money. In the end Nadhira sold the bracelet for one hundred and twenty million rupiah.

Although everyone was surprised by the high price, only experts knew the bracelet was more valuable than the one on the market. A bracelet consisting of real and rare coral pearls, even if it was broken off it was still very expensive and valuable.

He needed the money now, and had no time to wait for the buyer to bid higher.

One hundred and twenty million were transferred to Nadhira's account.

The cost of assessment services is also directly Nadhira pay with the price that has been set.

When she dies at the valuation or auction site, Nadhira feels that someone has targeted her for a robbery. Maybe the follower felt Nadhira was just an ordinary teenage girl who they could easily take away her money. But they don't know who to deal with.

Antique market streets are not a safe place. It is perfectly normal that there are people who target someone who carries valuables or a lot of money.

Nadhira remained calm and pretending not to know about it, he left the antique road immediately. As soon as Nadhira starts to get out of the way of the antiques market, several men who have followed her directly come out of their hiding place to stop Nadhira. Four thugs who were around twenty years old instantly surrounded Nadhira.

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