I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"why are you laughing?"

The Martial Saint was very frugal. When the other party asked for 300 million, he offered 300 million without adding a single penny, even though it wasn't his money.

Perhaps this is why the master Xu Lun laughed.

"Young man, I've said it many times, this is not for sale, it's not about the money."

Although his appearance is unconventional, he has a great temperament and has not shown any impatience even after being dragged here.

While 300 million is certainly not commensurate with the value of the Nine Carp Painting, the young man who could so easily raise such a price deserves our understanding and patience.

"Three hundred and one million."

The Martial Saint was forced to raise the price.

The other party was left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

"Young man, there are many other excellent works here, why don't you take a look..."

"Three hundred and five million."

The Martial Saint continued to escalate the situation, arrogantly declaring, "If you don't sell, you're not leaving today."

He not only inherited his father Wu Guangjiang's gene of caring about face, but also followed some of his sister's style, and actually started to force people to buy and sell.

Look.

Blood ties are that powerful.

Master Xu Lun may have encountered this situation for the first time, but he was quite helpless.

"Little brother……"

The Martial Saint stopped listening to his nonsense.

"Why don't you just name a price? How much are you willing to sell it for?"

The Martial Saint's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if reminding him to be careful when he spoke.

Xu Lun sighed. It's like a scholar encountering a soldier; there's no way to reason with him. He didn't know who the other party was, and he couldn't offend them rashly. After thinking it over, he said helplessly, "To tell you the truth, this Nine Carp Painting is not mine at all. I was only responsible for carving it, so I have no right to sell it."

If Boss Jiang were here, he would have thought of this long ago.

No matter how exquisite the craftsmanship is, to put it bluntly, he is just a "craftsman". How could he possibly obtain such a rare and precious stone as Dragon Stone?
Mr. Jiang must know about the Dragon Stone variety.

Unfortunately, Mr. Jiang isn't here.

"If it's not yours, whose is it? Are you trying to fool me?"

The Martial Saint didn't believe it, or rather, he didn't consider it too much. Embodying his sister's style, he said, "Since you've put this out there, it no longer belongs to you. Know when to stop. You should understand what I mean."

We've run into robbers.

Or.

We've run into a tough opponent.

Having dealt with celebrities and powerful figures many times, Xu Lun's mind raced. He knew Xu Lun must have a temper too. The fact that a young man was so aggressive made Xu Lun, who was over forty, feel negative emotions. He wanted to confront him directly, but reason reminded him that taking a step back would open up a whole new world.

It is precisely because I have witnessed the vastness of the world that I am all the more aware of my own insignificance.

Winning at the last minute brings only a sense of satisfaction; there are no real benefits.
But what if you lose?
There are some people you can't afford to offend.

It's like a one-way street where you can't turn around.

If you make a wrong choice, you won't even have a chance to regret it.

"If you really love this Nine Carp painting so much, then you have no choice but to contact its true owner."

Xu Lun suppressed his smile.

Who is its owner?

Without hesitation, the Martial Saint's handsome, youthful face was filled with determination.

"I cannot reveal who she is. The fact that she entrusted me with making the Dragon Stone and agreed to let me submit it for judging is a great trust and favor to me, Xu Lun. One must have basic principles."

The Martial Saint agreed with the reasoning, but wasn't saying these words the same as saying nothing at all?

He even suspected that the other party might have fabricated this so-called master out of thin air.

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. Give me your contact information and I'll get in touch with you."

"No."

"This also goes against your principles?"

"This is a matter of personal privacy."

A phone number—what kind of privacy is that?

The Martial Saint frowned; he wasn't entirely unreasonable.

"How about this, you make the call, and I'll handle the communication, okay?"

Xu Lun hesitated, knowing that refusing the other party again would likely lead to an outburst, so he nodded.

He took out his phone and deliberately walked a little further away, creating an air of mystery.

About half a minute later, he came back and handed the phone over.

The Martial Saint accepted it and spoke his mind frankly.

"That Nine Carp painting is yours, right? I'd like to give it to my mom as a gift. I wonder if you could part with it?"

There was no response from the other side. After waiting for a while, Wu Sheng couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone on the other side, and looked at Xu Lun.

"No."

at last.

A sound came from over there.

The master sculptor didn't make fun of him.

The Martial Saint was suddenly stunned.

It wasn't because of the firm rejection.

To his surprise, the person opposite him was a woman, and a woman with a very beautiful voice, so beautiful it was almost heavenly, even without much emotion, and even though it was somewhat distorted by radio waves.

of course.

Whether it's a man or a woman doesn't matter.

There are quite a few rich women in this world.

"Four hundred million."

Instead of resorting to reasoning and persuasion, which would be shameful, the Martial Saint fired directly, his boldness causing Xu Lun, who was standing in front of him, to have a strange expression.

Why did you just add one million at a time to him?

All I can say is that he's still young; he got carried away as soon as he realized the person opposite him was a woman.

A beautiful voice doesn't necessarily mean someone is beautiful.

There are countless "sound card warriors".

There is no logical relationship between voice and appearance.

"This is your strength."

The response came quickly and was accompanied by a faint laugh, but Wu Sheng didn't find it pleasant. Instead, he felt as if a drill was drilling into his eardrums and piercing his heart.

All right.

All the blood rushed to his head, but luckily he was young and could handle it. If it were an old guy, he would have suffered a stroke.

"How much do you want? Just tell me!"

"You're the one who contacted me."

The Martial Saint took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Five hundred million."

Xu Lun remained silent, his eyes darting around, thankful that he hadn't acted impulsively.

This kid is really talented.

"I don't think we need to continue this conversation."

what is this?
That's blatant contempt!
If this is a negotiation tactic, then the other party has undoubtedly succeeded. Wu Sheng's competitive spirit has been completely ignited, and he, who had just been trying his best to save money for Boss Jiang, suddenly became reckless.

"One billion!"

Inspiring and enlightening.

Xu Lun, who was listening in, was completely stunned by the bombardment.

The Martial Saint just said something that makes a lot of sense.

The so-called "not for sale" items are simply those that aren't priced high enough.

What does one billion yuan mean?!

If this work truly belonged to him, Xu Lun, as a master sculptor, was certain that he would sign the contract without hesitation.

"You seem to be very rich."

Finally.

The opponent sensed the power of the Martial Saint.

"No. But I can still afford your Nine Carp Painting."

The Martial Saint was somewhat modest, yet seemingly not so modest. He was actually starting to regret his actions, but as the saying goes, "Even Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and man fights for a breath," and Jiang Chen was "full of vigor" and had boundless ambition; he certainly wouldn't blame him. Even if he did, he could always ask his older sister for reimbursement.

What would my older sister say if I bought my mom a gift? What could she possibly say?
"You should still be a minor."

It's unclear whether Xu Lun explained it to the side earlier, or whether the person on the other end picked up on it from his voice.

"does it matter?"

"Have your parents come talk to me. One price, if you really like it, 10 billion."

The Martial Saint's pupils dilated, and he almost couldn't help but swear.

Ten billion?

This isn't asking for an exorbitant price; it's that they never intended to sell at all, it's just a joke!

"May I have your name?!"

Seeing that the person opposite him was a woman, the Martial Saint maintained his manly restraint, but his chest was still churning with rage.

"If your family can come up with 10 billion, they'll naturally find me." *Beep—*

The call was then abruptly ended.

"Don't smash it! This is my phone!"

Xu Lun hurriedly called out.

The Martial Saint's eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't harm the innocent. His face was as black as coal as he gripped the phone tightly and slowly handed it to the other person.

Xu Lun gave an awkward, wry smile, knowing that this was not a place to stay for long.

"You're busy."

The true owner of the Nine Carp Painting didn't take the boy seriously, but after listening to the entire conversation, he dared not and began to use respectful titles.

In fact, by forcing the master sculptor, he could have easily found out the identity of that arrogant and sharp-tongued woman, but doing so in this way would have been so shameful.

Think about what that woman left behind.

If your family can come up with 10 billion, you'll naturally be able to find me.

The Martial Saint could almost picture that ugly, arrogant face with its nostrils pointing to the sky!

I'm so angry!
Watching Xu Lun leave in a hurry, Wu Sheng couldn't help but swing his fist hard, as if he had hit the woman's face. Then he took a deep breath and turned around, but he still couldn't completely control his expression. His face was still ashen as he walked back.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Guangjiang could certainly tell his son was unhappy. "They won't sell?"

The Martial Saint clenched his fists, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"What are you doing? If you're not going to sell, then don't. With money, you're not afraid of not being able to buy good things."

Wu Guangjiang offered a dismissive consolation.

It's not a question of whether to sell or not.

The Martial Saint was filled with righteous indignation. He raised his head.

"This is outrageous!"

The Wu couple were taken aback and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Guangjiang asked curiously.

"Brother, do you know how much that Nine Carp Painting costs?"

"How many?"

Wu Guangjiang didn't mind being ignored by his son at all; he was used to it and continued to interrupt.

The Martial Saint tilted his head. "Guess."

Wu Guangjiang was a little embarrassed. This was a test of his cognitive level. He turned around and looked at the lush green Nine Carp painting again, unconsciously rubbing his chin.

"It should be at least this number."

He pretended to know what he didn't, and held up two fingers.

2No problem.

But what about the workplace?
Two yuan or two mao?

He's quite the expert; when people ask him to guess, he makes them guess instead.

"Two what?"

Wu Guangjiang deliberately didn't report his work unit in order to cover up his shallow knowledge, but Wu Sheng was oblivious to his feelings and insisted on getting to the bottom of it, leaving his father no room to maneuver.

Having no way to evade the question, Wu Guangjiang could only come up with a number that he thought was already exaggerated enough.

"Twenty million is about right."

"How many?"

Lan's mother was terrified.

Her imagination, however limited, could not compare to that of her husband, Wu Guangjiang.

"What's all the fuss about? Such a big exhibition, and we're even number one, and we can't even sell for ten million. We might as well not hold it at all."

Wu Guangjiang seemed to know a lot. After lecturing his wife, he looked at his son.

"How much is that guy surnamed Xu asking for?"

The Martial Saint didn't let him continue guessing, as it was a waste of time, and instead turned his attention to Jiang Chen.

"Brother, guess."

Could it be that my guess was wrong?

The Wu couple also focused their attention on Boss Jiang.

Having finally "resolved" yesterday's misunderstanding, speaking now would only embarrass the other party again. Therefore, this person, who was adept at interpersonal relationships, avoided answering and responded instead, "There's no need to save me money."

Look.

Have you gotten fat yet?

What is emotional intelligence (EQ)?

With just one simple sentence, he managed to save face for everyone.

The Martial Saint smiled bitterly and let out a long breath.

"Brother, I didn't mean to save you money. You definitely can't accept this price."

Even without mentioning the Wu couple, Jiang Chen became curious upon hearing this.

The Martial Saint must have known his "strength" to some extent, so his statement is quite intriguing.

How much is he asking for?

The Martial Saint stopped keeping everyone in suspense.

"Ten billion."

"..."

"..."

"..."

What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air.

Wu Guangjiang's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What?!"

Lan's mother was horrified.

Don't blame them.

One hundred billion is completely beyond the limits of normal people's cognition. Even Jiang Chen couldn't help but confirm it again.

"Ten billion?"

The Martial Saint nodded slowly and earnestly.

"Brother, you know, I can't let you be the one who gets ripped off."

10 billion.

He believed that with his brother's abilities, it wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but whether he could afford it was one thing, and whether it was worth it was another.

Having money allows you to do whatever you want.

However, being willful doesn't mean acting like a fool.

If you pull up the list of China's richest people and look at it, where would someone with a net worth of 10 billion yuan rank?

"Damn it! Are you crazy for money?!"

Once he recovered, Wu Guangjiang burst into curses, pointing in the direction where the sculptor Xu Lun had just left, "I could tell from that guy's scruffy beard that he wasn't very bright, maybe even mentally unstable!"

“It’s none of his business. That Nine Carp Painting isn’t his,” the Martial Saint said.

Wu Guangjiang fell silent. "Huh?"

"He was only responsible for carving. In other words, when someone commissioned him to make something, he was only responsible for providing the craftsmanship. In return, the person agreed to let him submit the work for an award."

Recalling the woman's attitude on the phone earlier, Wu Sheng's emotions surged again.

“I spoke with the real owner of this Nine Carp Painting on the phone. She said it was made of some kind of dragon stone and is priceless.”

What is a Dragon Stone?

Wu Guangjiang was greatly puzzled.

Dragon Stone Type?
How come it seems familiar?

Mr. Jiang quickly recalled that during the Chinese New Year, he went to the jade market in Myanmar to gamble on jade stones and ended up finding a very large piece.

"You know about Uncle Emperor Lü, right?"

Wu Guangjiang nodded subconsciously; he had seen this online before—it was top-grade jade.

"Dragon Stone is a grade higher than Imperial Green and is much rarer."

"That's not even worth 10 billion, is it? Dude, that woman is completely insulting!"

Women?

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the enraged Martial Saint. "A woman?"

"Yeah! I asked that guy surnamed Xu to call, but a woman answered, and she was incredibly arrogant..."

If that "woman" were in front of him, I suspect this guy would have to break his principle of not laying a hand on women!
A subtle feeling gradually grew in Jiang Chen's heart. After the Martial Saint finished venting, he asked, "What's her name? Did you tell me?"

"No. She never intended to sell. She insulted me and then hung up. Although her voice was nice, she must be some kind of Jurassic creature..."

Your voice is very pleasant?
Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, and continued to probe, "Does that voice seem familiar to you?"

The Martial Saint paused slightly, subconsciously pondered, and then frowned.

"You know what, bro, that woman's voice does sound a bit like Sister Yunxi's. Ha, that's the difference. Sister Yunxi is beautiful and kind-hearted; this woman can't even compare to one of her fingers..."

It seems that bitch really angered him; this kid just keeps babbling on and on.

Jiang Chen neither interrupted nor responded. His gaze swept past the flowing crowd to the gold medal of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Exhibition, crafted from dragon stone, his expression unusually strange. (End of Chapter)