You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The sweet, metallic smell of blood wafted from Abu Dhabi's lips.

He clutched his aching chest, his massive body trembling violently on the leather sofa.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the two dazzling emerald green stones on the stone-cutting platform.

The blinding beam of the flashlight shone on the cut surface.

Not a single crack, not a single lint.

The high-grade imperial green jadeite has a texture as delicate as a pool of newly thawed spring water.

It's a pure, vibrant green, so green it's almost oozing with oil.

Two pieces of scrap that were originally thrown into a corner as stepping stones and ignored by everyone.

Under the lights, it radiates a light even more dazzling than the multi-million dollar crystal chandelier at the top of the hall.

Quiet.

A deathly silence, like a giant, impenetrable net.

It completely covered the entire auction hall.

All the jewelers, tycoons, and appraisal experts present.

I feel like my vocal cords have been forcibly removed.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

A few seconds later.

The silence was broken by a gasp of cold air, like the tidal bore of the Qiantang River.

hiss--!

"This...this is an old mine glass-type jadeite with full green color!"

"My God! With this size and luster, even with just a little sculpting, the starting price would be a hundred million US dollars!"

"He only glanced at it twice...and picked it out of the scrap heap without even using a high-powered flashlight?"

An uncontrollable frenzy erupted from the crowd.

Those jewelers who were just laughing at Chen Yuan, mocking him as a pretentious, ignorant bastard.

At this moment, their eyes were glowing with an eerie green light.

Like a group of deep-sea sharks that have smelled fish.

They no longer cared about the dignity of the nobility or the restraint of the business world.

They surged frantically toward the stone-cutting platform.

"Sir! I'll offer two hundred million US dollars for these two pieces of jade! Transfer the money immediately!"

A portly European jewelry tycoon pushed past the security personnel and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I'll offer 250 million! Plus a shop I own on the Champs-Élysées in London!"

"Three hundred million! Mr. Chen, sell it to me!"

The bidding was incessant, with each wave of noise louder than the last.

Arms waving checkbooks and bank cards were swinging wildly in mid-air.

They wanted to acquire these two exquisite jade pieces, which could be passed down as family heirlooms.

Abu Dhabi slumped on the sofa, listening to the frenzied bidding around him.

Then look at that piece of grayish-white waste that I just bought for 120 million US dollars.

A stark contrast and a sense of humiliation.

Like poisoned knives, they were cruelly torturing his heart.

The three top jade gambling consultants he brought were all huddled in a corner at that moment.

Head bowed, not daring to even breathe.

In the face of this mysterious Eastern man, their proud experience seemed as laughable as a three-year-old's scribbles.

Chen Yuan had one hand in the pocket of his casual trousers.

His tall and imposing figure stood firmly in front of Shen Wanzhou.

It shielded them from the crazed and greedy gazes of those around them.

His deep black eyes swept indifferently over the two pieces of imperial green that were illuminated by the strong light.

His eyes showed not a trace of emotion at the unexpected windfall.

It's like looking at two broken stones used to weigh down a jar of pickled vegetables.

For someone who holds trillions of dollars in offshore funds and absolute control over the dark web.

The numbers in the hundreds of millions of dollars are fluctuating.

It's not as appealing as a steak he's grilled in the kitchen.

"Feel sorry."

Chen Yuan's thin lips parted slightly.

His deep, cold voice was delivered without the aid of any amplification equipment.

Yet it clearly pierced through the cacophony of noise, exploding in the ears of every jeweler who was frantically raising prices.

"I don't intend to sell these two stones."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Those arms holding checks froze in mid-air.

"Not for sale?"

The jewelry tycoon who had just offered 300 million was now anxious, his face full of resentment.

"Mr. Chen, you'll need to have the raw stone carved anyway."

"To hand it over to an ordinary person would be an insult to this top-quality jade!"

"Why not sell it to me? Our family has the world's best sculptor..."

"unnecessary."

Chen Yuan coldly interrupted him.

He turned his head away.

His gaze fell on Shen Wanzhou, who was curiously peering at the jade.

The frost in his eyes melted instantly, turning into a pool of warm spring water.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing that burgundy French-style long dress today.

Her fair fingertips gently picked at the white shawl in front of her.

It seemed that she had noticed Chen Yuan's gaze.

She looked up, her shimmering peach blossom eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Her soft, sweet voice sounded faint in the noisy environment.

Chen Yuan stretched out his large, well-defined hand and gently ruffled her fluffy hair.

"It's nothing."

Chen Yuan turned his head and looked at the top-notch stone-cutting craftsman who was still in a daze standing next to the stone-cutting platform.

"Cut these two stones apart."

The craftsman was stunned for a moment, his hands trembling as he held the measuring tape.

"Sir... cut... cut it open? How do you want me to cut it?"

Every cut of this grade of imperial green jadeite involves a loss of millions of US dollars.

It takes repeated calculations by more than a dozen top designers to determine the location for the cut.

They were afraid of ruining even the slightest bit of greenery.

"Cut them all into pieces the size of mahjong tiles."

Chen Yuan's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of joking.

"It is 3.6 centimeters long, 2.6 centimeters wide, and 2 centimeters thick."

"Round the edges and corners to make them smooth and prevent them from scratching your hands."

These two sentences were uttered.

The air in the entire auction hall seemed to have been instantly sucked out by a giant exhaust fan.

Even the violinist's strumming motion was abruptly halted, producing a harsh, scraping sound.

What?!

Cut into mahjong tile pieces?!

Those seasoned veterans who had spent half their lives in the jewelry industry felt like their worldview was being crushed by a road roller.

"Mr. Chen! Are you insane?!"

An elderly appraiser with gray hair was so angry that he trembled all over.

The finger pointing at Chen Yuan was cramping.

"This is top-grade imperial green jade! Made into bracelets or pendants, it's a treasure worthy of being displayed in a national museum!"

"Cutting it into those squares...that completely wastes the value of the material!"

"What's the difference between this and using a famous painting to polish your shoes!"

Faced with the old appraiser's heartbroken roar.

Chen Yuan didn't even give him a second glance.

His long, slender fingers gently hooked a strand of Shen Wanzhou's hair.

Playing with it on my fingertips.

"value?"

He chuckled softly, his voice radiating an absolute arrogance that trampled all worldly rules underfoot.

"In my eyes, the only value of this pile of stones is..."

"It's when Wanzhou is bored all by herself at the manor."

"We could take them and sit down at a table with Uncle Fu and the Eagle, play a couple of rounds of mahjong to pass the time."

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

This statement was a million times more shocking than when the Imperial Green jade was cut out.

They chopped up the top-quality imperial green jadeite worth 300 million US dollars.

Just to make a mahjong set for his wife to pass the time?!

What kind of tyrant from which dynasty could have done something so outrageous!

Shen Wanzhou stood beside Chen Yuan.

Upon hearing this, her cheeks flushed bright red.

Even her delicate earlobes were tinged with a rich, ripe rouge color.

She subconsciously tugged at Chen Yuan's sleeve.

He muttered to himself.

"So many bright green pieces, it's dazzling... and they're so heavy."

She didn't think there was anything wrong with cutting up three hundred million US dollars into mahjong tiles.

In the eyes of this spoiled cat, anything given by Chen Yuan, even a lump of mud, is good.

She simply felt that jade mahjong might not feel good to play.

Hearing her complaints, Chen Yuan's lips curled into an unyielding smile of indulgence.

"Too heavy? Then we won't play mahjong."

He turned to look at the craftsman who had been completely petrified.

"Cut it to the same dimensions as before."

"After cutting and polishing, take it and place it at the bottom of the fish tank as a stepping stone."

Set up a fish tank?!

The jewelers who just thought playing mahjong was a waste of their talents.

This is a complete breakdown.

Several CEOs with heart conditions clutched their chests and gasped for breath.

The assistant hurriedly and frantically pulled out a nitroglycerin pill from his pocket.

The craftsman's hands trembled as if he were fluffing cotton while holding the cutting machine.

He has cut countless precious rough stones in his lifetime.

But never has a cut been as heavy as this one.

But under Chen Yuan's icy and chilling pressure...

He didn't dare say a single "no".

The machines roared.

Blinding sparks flew everywhere as the water cooled them.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of wealthy people, their hearts bleeding.

Those two perfect pieces of imperial green were ruthlessly divided and shredded.

It turned into dozens of square blocks, each emitting a faint green light.

Watching the jadeite being cut into mahjong tiles, the jewelers in the room were heartbroken and pounded their chests in despair: "What a waste! Using jadeite worth billions to make mahjong tiles, where did this crazy tycoon come from?!"