Strongest Abandoned Son Chapter 4: First Customer

Before Ye Mo could announce that his nearly level 1 mind-clearing charm fetched 20,000 dollars, he was already branded insane; yet disappointment evaded him. Truly, his charms were destined only for buyers who grasped their true value—solely those with sharp discernment could perceive the faint wisp of spiritual Chi they held.

What truly disheartened Ye Mo was operating his stall over five straight days amid plenty of curious questions, yet failing to sell a single piece. On top of that, his charm stand had earned notoriety across Sea Treasure Garden thanks to sheets priced at 10,000 dollars apiece.

Come the 9th day, Ye Mo teetered on surrender. He firmly believed nobody present could appreciate his wares' real merit. Deep down, he knew these charms surpassed 10,000 dollars—100,000 wouldn't overprice them. Still, it meant nothing; a charm master's brilliance simply went unseen.

Ye Mo made up his mind: today marked his final stand. No sales by day's end, and he'd hit the labor market for work to stave off hunger. The buzz around his stall had faded fast. Though his 10,000-dollar charms drew mockery for days, public fascination had vanished.

“Jingwen, this spot teems with fake medicine peddlers. It's a haven for mystical believers. You've snagged enough magical artifacts already; time to quit. I've reached out to a top brain hospital in France, renowned worldwide. Why not shift your mother there for care?” These words came from a tall, dashing man.

This woman stood equally tall, her face icy with refined elegance and porcelain skin. She stunned onlookers; even Yan Yan from his class paled in comparison. Ye Mo couldn't fathom his body's prior owner's fixation on someone like Yan Yan.

Nevertheless, this striking beauty radiated chill, her knitted brows betraying heavy concerns. At the handsome man's remark, Jing Wen's frown intensified. Transferring her mother wasn't the issue—she'd hauled her through six medical powerhouses and countless hospitals over three years, all yielding zero results.

“Wang Peng, I never asked you to tag along; you showed up anyway. Hasn't Mom seen enough doctors lately? Your five or six picks flopped too. Lose patience? Then just go.” Her voice cut sharp and cold, revealing scant regard for the man at her side.

The other woman carried a stern, soldier-like poise, trailing Jing Wen silently—clearly her bodyguard. Ye Mo chuckled inwardly at Wang Peng's persistence in offering dud leads time and again. But wait—the lady mentioned her mother's three-year unconsciousness, pointing to a vegetative state.

Suddenly, Ye Mo grasped that his almost level 1 mind-clearing charm could rouse her. Seizing the moment, he called out: “Charms for sale! They tackle possession, vegetative states, or broken bodies—one charm delivers results, two promise full restoration....”

Ye Mo pitched this deliberately, eyeing a deal with the gorgeous woman. Her globe-trotting treatments screamed deep pockets; dropping 10 or 20 thousand posed no hurdle.

Distressed Su Jingwen caught wind of a charm healing vegetative states and felt heavenly sounds ring in her ears. She hurried straight to Ye Mo's stall without a second thought.

Su Jingwen's voice trembled as she asked, “May I ask, can your charms cure someone in a vegetative state?” It sounded just like a drowning person clutching onto a piece of driftwood. Tension gripped her completely. Ye Mo kept his smile steady and pondered that if even his level 1 charm failed to heal an unconscious ordinary mortal, then no hope existed. This deal had come straight from his sales pitch. Naturally, he intended to close it; pitching without purpose made no sense. Thus, as the beautiful woman inquired, he quickly responded: “Of course, my charms can revive someone clinging to a single breath, let alone one in a vegetative state. They come from my ancestors—”

Ye Mo prepared to spin more tales, yet the elegant woman cut him short and pleaded urgently: “My mother lies in a vegetative state, and I desperately want to wake her. Which charm do I need?”

With a nod, Ye Mo reflected inwardly that he already anticipated her interest; that was precisely why he had drawn her near. He put on a deeply thoughtful and grave expression before stating, “It's straightforward—you just need a spirit cleansing charm. I offer two spirit cleansing charms: the superior version costs 20,000, the ordinary one 10,000, and prices are fixed!”

“What?! You scammer, how dare you cheat people right on the street! I'm summoning the police now!” Upon learning that two Huang Biao charms fetched 30,000 dollars, the attractive fellow called Wang Peng erupted in fury. He jabbed a finger at Ye Mo's nose while hurling curses.

Ye Mo swatted Wang Peng's hand aside and covertly twisted it, dooming the arm to uselessness henceforth. No trace showed immediately, yet later, whenever Wang Peng strained his hand, the wrist would snap out of place.

Ye Mo executed the move in a single fluid instant. Bystanders remained oblivious, save for the disciplined-looking woman shadowing Su Jingwen, who witnessed it all. A flash of astonishment crossed her eyes, swiftly replaced by her standard stoic demeanor.

After batting Wang Peng's hand away, Ye Mo declared coldly: “I never told you to purchase it—what nonsense! Get lost, I'm handling business here, so stay out of it!”

“How dare you—” Wang Peng raged, but the stern-faced woman silenced him before he could utter more.

“Wang Peng, step back please—I don't want you trailing us,” Su Jingwen stated icily to him, then turned to Ye Mo with an apology: “Sorry, master, he's merely tagging along with us and doesn't speak for me.”

“Jingwen, this suspicious man conceals his face and hawks palm-sized yellow paper for 10,000—it's blatantly a scam. Tens of thousands of dollars is trivial, but what if it endangers your mother?” Wang Peng kept trying to convince her, yet Su Jingwen's face grew frosty. Her impatience was plain to see.