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Chapter 7 Woman, Your Name is Greed
Holding her phone, Song Youan deliberately waited a while before swiping right to answer. Before she could even speak, the other party's impatient voice came through first: "Ms. Song, what's your decision?"

Song You calmed herself down and said in a composed tone, "Mr. Chen, I just received a call from someone else. His purpose is the same as yours—to see this purple chrysanthemum."

Song Youan wanted Chen Fei to be anxious, but Chen Fei wasn't.

Although Chen Fei was young, he was, after all, the chairman of a listed company. Upon hearing this, he calmly replied, "Ms. Song, I contacted you first. You haven't given me any terms yet. You wouldn't be selling this purple chrysanthemum to someone else, would you?"

“Of course not,” Song Youan said. “However, the other party offered a price that really appealed to me, but I won’t disclose the exact amount. I can sense Mr. Chen’s sincerity. Why don’t you offer your most sincere bid? If it’s higher than theirs, then the highest bidder wins!”

Song Youan feinted, trying to get Chen Fei to give in.

The reason for doing this is simple: she didn't know how much to price this purple chrysanthemum, so she fabricated a competitor to make Chen Fei feel threatened. Driven by this sense of crisis, the price she quoted would inevitably be the highest price the competitor had in mind.

Even if it's not quite right, it's pretty close enough to be a good reference for Song Youan.

However, she wouldn't consider selling anything below 500,000, since she could make a profit by selling just a few more small cakes.

After a moment's hesitation, the other party spoke in a deep voice: "I can offer 800 million!"

Song Youan: Seize the young master?

For a moment, Song You'an was so stunned that she forgot to react. She almost thought she was hallucinating!
These purple chrysanthemums are actually worth 800 million?
No wonder the system couldn't give an estimate; it was completely different from the price she had in mind!
She desecrated the purple chrysanthemum!
Looking at the two purple chrysanthemums in the living room, Song Youan felt that they were glowing, shining with a light more dazzling than gold!
"Miss Song? Miss Song?"

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, even the usually calm Chen Fei became impatient and called out repeatedly from the other end.

Song You'an snapped out of her daze, but her heart was pounding uncontrollably. She swallowed hard and gritted her teeth: "1000 million!"

Woman, your name is greed!

That's right, she's gone mad!
When she said "ten million," she herself couldn't help but get goosebumps, which also silenced Chen Fei across from her.

Chen Fei is weighing the options.

Song Youan regrets it.

Just as Song Youan was about to slap herself twice, Chen Fei finally spoke up: "Then you have to guarantee that this purple chrysanthemum is the only one."

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I can't guarantee that."

"What does Miss Song mean by this?"

"Because I have two myself."

Chen Fei: ?
After a brief moment of surprise, Chen Fei quickly made up his mind: "1800 million, sell both to me!"

Song Youan already had a plan in mind: "1000 million per plant, I'll only sell one!"

This was the first thing she brought back to the modern world from Dazhao, and it was something she had asked for herself; she wanted to keep one.

Although the price was tempting, she was already quite content. After all, she had exchanged two purple chrysanthemums for one hundred taels of silver, which was equivalent to 5 yuan per plant. If she could sell one plant for 1000 million yuan, that would be a 200-fold increase!
“I can assure Mr. Chen that I will not sell the remaining one to anyone!” Song Youan said.

Scarcity increases value. She understood Chen Fei's concerns. If another purple chrysanthemum were to enter the market and someone else were to use the seeds from the flower's stamen to propagate it, the purple chrysanthemum's collectible value would be greatly reduced.

"Okay, deal!" Chen Fei agreed!

Located in the heart of Jianye District, this is where Longteng Real Estate's headquarters building stands.

Song You'an entered the lobby carrying a sprig of purple chrysanthemum. Before she could even go to the front desk to inquire, Secretary Sun, who had been waiting there, proactively came forward to greet her. "Are you Miss Song?"

Song Youan nodded.

Secretary Sun gestured for him to follow: "The chairman is waiting for you in his office. Please come with me."

In the chairman's office on the 31st floor, Secretary Sun opened the door and gestured for Song Youan to enter. Without hesitation, Song Youan went straight in.

The office was large, and all the furniture, including the sofa, was made of mahogany. There were display cabinets everywhere in the room, and the items inside were all antique. Even Song Youan, a layman, could tell at a glance that they were antiques.

"Miss Song, welcome!"

Behind the desk by the window, Chen Fei hurriedly got up. Although he was greeting Song You'an, his eyes were fixed on the purple chrysanthemum in her arms from the moment she entered the room, and he didn't look away for even half a second.

His eyes were filled with surprise, brilliance, and ecstatic joy.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

Song Youan spoke softly, and then carefully placed the purple chrysanthemum in her arms on the mahogany table against the wall in the room.

Looking up, I saw a lotus painting hanging on the wall, signed and stamped by Wang Chongwen, a renowned master of the Zhao Dynasty.

She didn't know anything about painting, but she figured that someone as wealthy and an expert in antiques as Chen Fei wouldn't hang a fake painting there.

Meanwhile, Chen Fei was already immersed in the awe brought by the purple chrysanthemum. He looked at the flower again and again, wanting to touch it but afraid of damaging the petals, since chrysanthemum petals are always fragile.

Song Youan stood quietly to the side, not disturbing him, but found it interesting to watch the handsome man in a suit display such an expression and demeanor.

After a long pause, Chen Fei finally stood up straight and looked directly at Song You'an: "Miss Song, may I ask where you obtained this purple chrysanthemum?"

"Mr. Chen, are you worried that I also got it from someone else? Are you afraid that someone else has extra purple chrysanthemums?" Song Youan asked.

Chen Fei smiled calmly: "Miss Song is a smart person."

Song Youan had expected Chen Fei to ask this question, and she had been thinking about it all the way but couldn't come up with a perfect explanation.

"There are only two plants. Whether you believe it or not is up to Mr. Chen to decide." Song Youan decided to give up and simply not answer if he couldn't answer.

It's better than saying more and making more mistakes and flaws.

Chen Fei was surprised by Song You'an's words. He stared at her with his deep eyes for a long time, trying to see if she was lying.

Song You'an met his eyes without flinching. Although she didn't answer his question, she didn't lie either, so her gaze was fearless and clear.

Finally, Chen Fei nodded helplessly, thinking to himself that it was true. Who could really explain the sudden reappearance of the purple chrysanthemum, which had been extinct for more than 400 years?
Walking to his desk, Chen Fei picked up the phone and pressed a button. The other end answered quickly, and Chen Fei only said two words: "Remittance."

One minute later, Song Youan received a text message on her phone confirming the deposit of 1000 million yuan.

“Miss Song, remember what you promised me, and also delete the videos on your Douyin account as soon as possible, otherwise you might get yourself into trouble,” Chen Fei said.

Upon receiving the money, Song You'an instantly felt relieved and became much calmer: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen."

After hanging up Chen Fei's call, she immediately deleted the video from Douyin. Fortunately, it only had a little over two hundred views, and the only person who liked and commented was her best friend Cheng Muzi, so it didn't get spread.

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