After several trials.
Rod came to a conclusion.
The essence of the sacrificial ability is an exchange of equivalents, but this so-called equivalence is different from what he imagined.
It's like a delicate modern art clock and a broken and tattered old antique from the last century.
They are equivalent.
A delicate watch and a pile of brand new watch parts.
They are also equivalent.
Even a sofa and a pile of rotten wood are equivalent.
The reward received after each sacrifice is completely based on luck.
Rod looked at the table full of things he had sacrificed.
Several silver coins of different styles, looking old, about 90% new.
This is what he exchanged for with the few dollars he had on him.
Besides that, there was a well-maintained guitar.
A gold-plated European-style clock, a pile of scattered parts, and a pile of materials that couldn't even be considered garbage.
"These things should be able to sell for some money."
Rod looked at the antique clock on the table. Although he couldn't tell what era it was from, it should be an old antique.
Moreover, it seems to be well preserved.
Thinking of this, Rod found a box to put the gold-plated clock and the other scattered things.
He rode his bike to the largest antique shop in the city center.
Besides selling antiques, they also bought all kinds of antiques.
He came here because the owner of this shop was a very wealthy collector.
He does business casually, collecting antiques is his true passion.
He is willing to spend money on good things.
Ding-a-ling!
The doorbell rang, and Rod pushed the door open and walked in.
Inside the room, a white-haired old man in his sixties or seventies wearing glasses was carefully wiping a silver gun.
In the huge antique shop, several tall and strong waiters were standing scattered.
The zero-dollar purchase activity in the Lighthouse Nation is very famous. Antique shops with huge cash flow like this are easily targeted by poor, crazy black people.
These waiters actually also act as security guards.
Rod glanced over, and from their postures, he could tell they were all retired veterans.
Tsk!
This antique shop has a big background.
Rod didn't think much about it and went directly to the counter.
"I want to sell some things. How much is this worth."
He said, directly taking the gold-plated clock out of the box.
"Hey!"
The white-haired old man in glasses behind the counter brightened up.
He put on white gloves and carefully picked up the clock to examine it.
"Central European Palace gold-plated clock from the century, it's rare to see it preserved so well."
The old man admired the clock in his hands, unable to let go. It was obvious he loved this thing.
"According to the market price, this clock is worth about 8000 to 10000 dollars. But this clock is well-preserved, I really like it."
"If you sell it to me, I can give you 15000 dollars."
"No one here will give you a higher price than me. Think about it, kid."
The old man looked at Rod and said directly.
Hiss!
How much?
Fifteen thousand dollars!
Rod's heart skipped a beat. He never thought that this gold-plated antique clock would be so valuable.
The modern industrial art clock he bought wasn't even worth a hundred dollars.
He's almost made a profit of several hundred times.
It's like robbery!
"Deal!"
Since it was something he got for free, selling it would be a profit. He didn't bother to haggle.
Watching the white-haired old man carefully put away the clock, Rod took a guitar case out of the box.
"How much is this worth, I'm going to sell it together."
Rod casually put the guitar case on the counter, not thinking that a guitar could be worth much.
The gold-plated clock was so valuable because it was an antique.
This guitar, probably only worth a few hundred dollars.
"This guitar is just a common handmade product. If you're selling it, I can give you a thousand dollars at most."
The old man picked up the guitar and glanced at it, then put it back down, his face uninterested.
A thousand dollars isn't bad.
After all, his psychological expectation was only a few hundred dollars.
Rod was just about to agree when a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Can I take a look at this?"
A middle-aged man, who didn't know when he appeared behind Rod, was staring intently at the guitar on the counter.
"Sure!"
Rod was slightly stunned, nodding.
He didn't know what was so interesting about a guitar.
However, the middle-aged man didn't look at the guitar. Instead, he carefully examined the box outside.
"As expected..."
After carefully examining it, the middle-aged man looked at Rod.
He directly gave Rod a price that shocked him.
"One hundred thousand dollars, I want this box."
One hundred thousand dollars?
Rod's scalp tingled. What was worth one hundred thousand dollars?
Seeing Rod's incredulous expression, the middle-aged man didn't play coy.
"This guitar case is a guitar case custom-made by Hermès for guitar master Clapton, worth one hundred thousand dollars."
"Although I don't know why it's in your hands, it's a valuable collectible to me."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he handed over a business card.
Hermès CEO, Brown Car.