Divine Eye Appraisal: Starting with a Lucky Pickup of a Beautiful CEO's Family Heirloom

The renovation team arrived at 7:30 the next morning.

The sound of the electric drill shook the entire second floor of the jade market.

Wen Zhaoye stood at the shop entrance, watching the renovation workers drill holes in the wall and lay wires, the dust floating in the air like mist.

Ma Guoliang arrived even earlier than him and had already polished the old stone-cutting machine in the backyard until it shone brightly.

"Boss Wen, this thing has been sitting for three years, it's still usable."

Wen Zhaoye walked over and took a look: "Use it if it works, replace it with a new one if it doesn't."

"No, no, no, it works." Ma Guoliang quickly waved his hand. "This machine has been with me for over ten years, it's more obedient than my own son."

The drill was so loud that the two of them had to shout to talk to each other.

Just as we were busy, a fat man suddenly walked in through the door. He was wearing a floral shirt and had a gold chain around his neck. As soon as he entered, he covered his ears and shouted, "Stop! Stop! Stop fighting!"

The renovation workers stopped drilling, and the entire second floor became quiet.

Wen Zhaoye turned his head and looked at the fat man at the door: "Who are you?"

"I'm the owner of the jade shop next door, my surname is Liu."

The fat man pointed to the next room.

"Your electric drill is running so loudly this morning, all my customers have run away! What kind of shop is this? You didn't even give me any notice before starting renovations?"

Wen Zhaoye glanced at the renovation permit in the corner of the wall: "It's posted there. The construction hours are from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., so it's compliant."

"What rules?" Fatty Liu's voice grew even louder. "Your noise shook the whole floor! I haven't made a single sale today, are you going to pay me back?"

Ma Guoliang put down the sandpaper in his hand, stood up and took two steps to block Wen Zhaoye's path.

Wen Zhaoye patted him on the shoulder, indicating that everything was alright.

"Boss Liu, right?" Wen Zhaoye's tone was quite calm. "The renovation permit is posted over there, and the construction time is within the regulations. If you think the noise level is too high, you can call the Environmental Protection Bureau and have them come and measure it."

Fatty Liu was stunned for a moment.

"If the test shows it's above the standard, I'll compensate you double." Wen Zhaoye took out his phone. "How about we call now?"

Fatty Liu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"What if the test results don't exceed the standard?" Wen Zhaoye continued, "Then if you don't do business today, will you compensate me?"

Fatty Liu's face flushed red, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer, "Don't give me that crap! Your shop wasn't this arrogant when Bao Dequan was around!"

Wen Zhaoye smiled and said, "Bao Dequan? Did you know he's in jail?"

"I...of course I know!"

"Then you should also know how I took over this shop from him." Fatty Liu shrank his neck.

Several merchants had already gathered around, some holding teacups, others carrying goods, all watching the spectacle.

"Old Liu, they have a certificate, so stop making trouble," someone shouted.

"That's right, it's home renovation, everyone's had one."

"Boss Wen didn't exceed the time limit, so what do you have to say?"

When Fatty Liu saw that the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, his face turned even uglier.

He pointed at Wen Zhaoye: "Kid, let me tell you, opening a shop in this jade market will bring you a lot of trouble!"

Wen Zhaoye nodded: "Okay, then I'll continue pretending."

He turned to the renovation worker and said, "Sir, please continue."

The electric drill started up again.

Fatty Liu cursed and turned to leave.

He turned back and glared at him as he walked out the door, but Wen Zhaoye didn't look at him; he was picking up the scattered wood chips on the ground.

"Boss Wen, who is this guy?" Ma Guoliang asked, leaning closer.

"Bao Dequan's friend."

"Then why didn't you...?"

"What is he saying?" Wen Zhaoye dusted off his hands. "Does he have a certificate? Is he in the right? If not, shut him up and save time."

Ma Guoliang was stunned for a moment before finally saying, "Boss Wen, I admire your way of handling things."

"What are you waiting for? Get to work."

The renovation work continued until 6 p.m.

The workers packed up their tools and prepared to leave work, while Wen Zhaoye checked the wiring and socket locations in the store.

The nail on the east wall where the wooden plaque was hung was still empty, so he nailed two more next to it, making sure it was secure before letting go.

Just as I was busy, a head poked in through the door.

He was an elderly worker in his fifties, wearing drab work clothes; he was Old Zhao from the renovation team.

He glanced around to make sure no one was around before lowering his voice and saying, "Boss Wen, I have something to tell you."

Wen Zhaoye put down the screwdriver in his hand: "Go ahead."

"I went downstairs to take out the trash just now and overheard Liu the Fatty's employee next door making a phone call." Old Zhao's voice was even lower. "I heard him say, 'I've done what Boss Bao asked me to do,' and he also mentioned 'testing the waters' or something."

Wen Zhaoye remained silent.

"I'm thinking that Fatty Liu is in cahoots with Boss Bao who got thrown in." Old Zhao said, then quickly waved his hand, "I was just saying, don't take it seriously."

"Thank you, Master Zhao." Wen Zhaoye took out his wallet, pulled out two hundred-yuan bills, and handed them over. "This is enough for you to have some tea."

"No, no, I am—"

"Take it."

Old Zhao took it, put it in his pocket, and turned to leave.

Wen Zhaoye stood there, staring at the empty nail on the east wall.

Even after Bao Dequan was imprisoned, things didn't calm down.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Qin Fei: "Bao Dequan is still outside directing operations. Fatty Liu came by today."

Within minutes of sending the message, Qin Fei replied: "Do you know who's relaying this message for him?"

"It's not clear yet, but someone is definitely acting as his messenger."

"Let me check." Wen Zhaoye put away his phone, bent down to pick up the wood chips on the ground, and rubbed them in his hands.

Although Bao Dequan went inside, the wire was still being pulled outside.

How many people are behind him?

Qian Bohong?

Or is it the Lin family?

He gripped the sawdust in his hand tightly.

The sawdust stung his palms, but he didn't let go.