In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 76 Raise the price
Yu Quan glanced at Wang Ergouzi, then casually swept his gaze across the inner room: "Where's the thirteenth brother?"

"My mother went to the next village," Wang Lao Er replied. The old lady was adamant that he shouldn't sell the white jade Guanyin, so he had his wife take his mother out.

"Well, I don't want to get involved in your Wang family's affairs. Let them sell as they see fit." Yu Quan found a chair and sat down to watch the show.

The other old men each found a spot and remained silent, mainly just staring at you.

Fatty Qian sensed something was off and pondered for a moment. If he could get rid of the young man who was trying to steal his things, perhaps these people wouldn't be a problem.

Fatty Qian acted on his thought immediately, sidling up to Yu Dawei and smiling as he took out two hundred yuan from his black leather bag: "Brother, I know this originally belonged to your Yu family, but it was ultimately sold to the Wang family, wasn't it? Although that makes sense, I won't take this for nothing. Consider this two hundred yuan as money for these uncles and elders' cigarettes and alcohol. Is that alright with you?"

The people around him were immediately impressed. Two hundred yuan was a lot of money; that's why they said the boss was generous.

With such a wealthy and powerful boss, even if Yu Dawei wanted to buy the white jade Guanyin, how could he afford it?

“No need. I’ll say it again: if you can afford five thousand yuan, I can afford it too. Besides, I only said that after you said you didn’t want it.” Yu Dawei looked at Fatty Qian. “Since the boss is so wealthy and doesn’t care much about the white jade Guanyin, why does he have to compete with me, a nobody?”

Fatty Qian's lips twitched. If it were an ordinary item, he would have let it go, but how could he just let it go? How many years would it take to come across something this good!
"Dawei, it's not that Brother Wang looks down on you, but tell me, what do you think you're worth? Five thousand yuan?" Wang Lao Er looked Yu Dawei up and down, his disdain evident. "Even your dilapidated house was built with money from your father. Can you stop making a fool of yourself here?"

Without further ado, Yu Dawei took out five thousand yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

For a moment, the entire room fell silent, and everyone stared in disbelief at the stack of banknotes on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

What's going on? Am I seeing things?! How can Yu Dawei have so much money?!
This isn't right! How come Da Lawei, who usually loves to show off his poverty, suddenly has money?
Didn't they say he was working as a bricklayer on a construction site? Can you really make that much money just by carrying bricks?

Some people didn't believe it and came over to take a look, thinking that it might be counterfeit money. But when they got closer, they found that the money was more real than the real thing, and there were obvious signs that it had been used.

The way everyone in the room looked at Yu Dawei changed completely, from disdain to shock, to envy, and finally to awe.

"Where did you get so much money?" Wang Lao Er's gaze towards Yu Dawei changed repeatedly.

He wondered if Yu Laonian was secretly helping him, but then he realized that didn't make sense. Everyone in the village knew Yu Laonian's current situation all too well.

He's no longer the richest man in the village.

Wang Lao Er was at a loss. It was five thousand yuan, so who should he give it to and who shouldn't?
Just then, Fatty Qian spoke up: "I never expected you to have some wealth, young man. This is probably all you have in your pocket, right?"

“Originally I didn’t care much about the white jade Guanyin, but if you’re going to do this, saying that I’m taking this thing with me today.” Fatty Qian smiled disdainfully, reached into his black leather bag and took out another wad of cash, slapping it onto the stack of cash that was far away. “Add another five thousand, ten thousand yuan, and I, Fatty Qian, will show you today what it means for money to work its magic.”

Then Fatty Qian looked at Yu Dawei with disdain: "Let me tell you, little brother, this little bit of money is nothing to me. I can just pick out any one of the boxes in my car and sell it for a price that will scare you to death."

Yu Dawei's thoughts sank slightly. So it really came down to raising the price. Although Yu Dawei didn't know why this fat man in front of him was unwilling to give up the white jade Guanyin, the fact that the other party was so secretive yet still spent a lot of money to buy the white jade Guanyin in the end definitely meant that its value was very high, even ridiculously high.

A few days ago, when we were drinking, his father mentioned that the white jade Guanyin was very old, but he couldn't say exactly how old. He only said that his grandmother should know.

Yu Dawei had thought of this at the time: if it were a knowledgeable antique dealer, they wouldn't easily give up on this white jade Guanyin. Now it seems that his guess was absolutely right.

"Hehe, scared now? Go play somewhere else." Fatty Qian reached out to put away the white jade Guanyin statue on the kang.

"Wait a minute." Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yu Dawei took out another wad of cash from his pocket and placed it on top of his own stack of money.

"What!" Fatty Qian was shocked. This kid didn't seem as poor as the people in the village made him out to be!

If someone is so poor that they can only afford to take out 10,000 yuan, isn't that ridiculous?

"Ten thousand?! Dawei, is Brother Dawei so rich now?" Someone in the room stared at the ten thousand yuan on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and subconsciously swallowed.

The shock in the eyes of the others was no less intense; for a moment, everyone's minds seemed to freeze as they stared blankly at the two stacks of ten thousand yuan on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

It's one thing for Boss Qian to be rich, but when did Yu Da become so wealthy? What did he do to make his fortune?
The people in the house who shared the surname Yu were all fine, but they looked at Yu Dawei with immense envy.

However, the few young men from other surnames who had been clamoring for Yu Dawei earlier were filled with envy when they saw that Yu Dawei could actually take out 10,000 yuan.

Why is Yu Dawei, whom they used to look down on the most, the laziest, and the least hardworking, so arrogant today? This is not right, this absolutely should not be!

Among his peers, who wasn't more diligent than Yu Dawei? He would get up at three or four in the morning to work in the fields, planting gardens and crops, and raising a flock of chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and pigs.

Ask yourself, these outsiders in the village are far superior to those good-for-nothings from the Yu family!
Especially Yu Dawei, who used to be a street urchin, but suddenly he transformed into a millionaire.

This feeling was so overwhelming that even the young people from other families couldn't quite handle it.

"For your sake, Boss Qian... sigh." Wang Lao Er sighed helplessly on the surface, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

He realized a crucial point: both of them had their eyes on his white jade Guanyin statue. What should he do?
The highest bidder wins!

I don't even need to fan the flames; I just need to wait for the two of them to start fighting.

Yu Quan, who had been sitting silently in his chair, glanced at Wang Ergouzi's face on the kang (a heated brick bed), a strange look appearing in his eyes.

P.S.: Thank you AaronHoH for the 1000 Qidian Coins! May your life be as sweet as honey, may you have good luck every day, and may you become rich! —Han Jingfan
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