After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"What are you thinking? Honey, tell me quickly."

When Wang Yuyan heard that she could fool them, her eyes lit up.

Ye Tian laughed and said, "My idea is that the raw stone samples must be brought to the exchange meeting; public evaluation is unavoidable."

However, the focus of the evaluation can be guided.

The people around the world, including the appraisal experts they might arrange, will definitely focus on the origin and characteristics of the rough stone sample.

Ideally, we should publicly label it with some special, sensitive characteristic, confirming its connection to something it shouldn't have, or force Xue'er to state her proposed solution on the spot.

Ye Tian sat up straight, his voice low, carrying a shrewd and calculating edge.

He paused, then tapped his fingertips lightly in the air a few times, as if sketching an invisible chessboard.

My plan is to do the opposite.

We do not shy away from the uniqueness of the raw stone samples, but we want to steer the discussion to another dimension of science.

Or it could be metaphysics, but it's a level that's difficult for them to grasp and that easily blurs the focus.

As long as they are prevented from engaging in anything related to things they shouldn't, they'll be powerless to stop them.

Murong Xue asked thoughtfully, "For example?"

"Energy field," Ye Tian uttered, his eyes sharp.

"I can continue to use my identity as a consultant to the Wang family as a cover, and during the review process, I can casually raise some technical questions about the samples."

I will use a descriptive term that sounds very professional and cutting-edge, but is actually vague and broad.

Murong Xue understood instantly, and her beautiful eyebrows rose slightly:

"Are you trying to create a technical smokescreen? To turn the evaluation meeting into an academic discussion?"

"That's roughly the idea," Ye Tian nodded.

"The people from Huanyu must have prepared a trump card, ready to make the final decision at the appraisal meeting."

But when I suddenly brought up a topic about unknown energy systems, they either couldn't grasp it because they probably hadn't studied it at all and were only interested in commercial qualitative analysis;

Alternatively, more professional resources must be mobilized to deal with it, which would disrupt the rhythm.

Most importantly, terms like "stable energy field structure" and "unknown energy system" sound sophisticated, but they offer a vast space for interpretation.

It can refer to the internal crystal structure of a mineral, or it can be associated with something more mysterious.

Once the discussion devolves into such vague technical discussions, their goal of quickly convicting or labeling the rough stone samples becomes difficult to achieve.

Wang Yuyan's eyes lit up: "Although this idea is a bit malicious, it could indeed disrupt their plans."

The key is that your observation must be precise enough, and the questions you raise must hit the nail on the head regarding points that they cannot deny but are not good at elaborating on.

Moreover, the timing must be precise: not too early, lest it seem deliberate; not too late, lest the optimal interruption point be missed.

Pressure, an invisible weight, fell on Ye Tian's shoulders.

He needs to demonstrate superhuman precision in observing specific objects without revealing his X-ray vision.

His questions cannot be too specific and reveal his weaknesses, nor can they be too general and lose their impact.

This requires him to have a reasonable guess based on the existing knowledge framework regarding the special structure of the rough stone sample seen through X-ray.

"The pressure is nothing, it's better than watching Xue'er being bullied by them."

My eyes are good at looking at stones; that's my old profession.

Energy fields and the like may sound mysterious, but ultimately they are just external manifestations of the properties of matter.

I'm confident that what I've seen is enough for me to concoct a story that sounds convincing and will confuse them.

Ye Tian's tone carried a confidence that came from the depths of his soul.

Murong Xue and Wang Yuyan both looked at him at the same time.

"it is good."

Murong Xue made the first decision, and every word she uttered was resounding.

"Then let's do it your way. I'll bring the raw stone samples, and I'll manage the stage."

"Now that it's time for the evaluation phase, let's see how you, the consultant, can surprise everyone with your insightful remarks."

Murong Xue reached out and hugged Ye Tian tightly, making a gesture of surrendering herself completely.

"Anyway, my reputation and the future of the Murong Group have long been entrusted to you."

Seeing this, Wang Yuyan immediately wrapped her arms around Ye Tian's neck and looked at him:

"My Wang family will provide you with all the support and pave the way for you in secret."

At least make sure that when you ask a question, you are not immediately interrupted or driven away by irrelevant people.

The rest depends on your quick thinking and resourcefulness, honey.

Ye Tian looked at the two stunningly beautiful women before him with eyes full of trust.

His voice was deep, yet clear and distinct, reaching the ears of the two beautiful women beside him: "Tonight, we'll show them what true 'seeing is believing' really means!"

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The car engine hummed softly as it merged into the endless stream of traffic at night, speeding towards Tingtao Pavilion.

The neon lights of the sea of ​​clouds left long trails on the car window.

Ultimately, it condensed into a warm and reserved halo in front of Tingtao Pavilion.

This place was once the villa on the cliff of a former official, but it has now been transformed into a top-tier private gathering place open only to a select group of people.

Between the blue bricks and gray tiles flows a precious scent accumulated over hundreds of years, mixed with the sea breeze.

Passing through the corridors and waterside pavilions, the atmosphere of the main hall is overwhelming, so luxurious it takes your breath away, yet as oppressive as the sea before a storm.

The enormous crystal chandelier cast a thick, honey-like light, illuminating the dust particles suspended in the air and the faces below—some reserved, some scrutinizing, some greedy.

The air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the whispers of voices, but all the outward elegance could not conceal the undercurrents of competition and espionage that were almost tangible.

This place is home to many well-established local families in Yunhai.

There were wealthy businessmen from Hong Kong, Macau, and Southeast Asia, as well as several elderly men dressed in Zhongshan suits with dignified bearing.

They often sit in a corner, occasionally talking in hushed tones.

But each time his gaze swept across the room, it caused a barely perceptible commotion.

The treasure appraisal session at the Yunhai Jade Exchange Meeting is one of the highlights of the evening.

All parties, whether intentionally or unintentionally, bring out some "hot potatoes," both as a way of showing off and as a test.

It also provides a stage for those with ulterior motives to engage in open competition.

When the host mentioned in a melodious voice:

"Tonight at the Yunhai Tingtao Pavilion Jade Exchange Meeting, we are honored to have Murong Xue, President of the Murong Group, bring a mineral rough stone with a mysterious aura and great value for discussion to the stage."

At that moment, the background noise of the buzzing discussion in the room instantly dropped eight octaves.

The spotlight, like a cold searchlight, shone on Murong Xue, who had just stood up.

Tonight, she wore a dark green velvet suit with only a simple pearl necklace around her neck, which made her skin look as white as snow and her expression as cool and aloof as the moon.

She carried a custom-made, silver-white, high-tech safe and walked steadily toward the central display stand.

Wang Yuyan sat in the VIP section, while the seat next to her, belonging to Ye Tian, ​​the owner of the antique market, was empty.

Because Ye Tian was sitting in an inconspicuous corner on the other side of the back row.

His current identity is that of an advisor to the royal family; he is not showing his true identity.

There was no communication between the two, only the occasional faint electrical sound from the tiny receiver inside Ye Tian's ear canal, which was almost blended into his skin, representing encrypted messages.