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

Everyone squeezed into the backyard.

"Excuse me, don't block my camera."

"My shoes! Who stepped on my shoes?"

"Boss, what about that fake jade from earlier?"

Wen Zhaoye asked the shop assistant for paper and pen, and leaned over the counter to write a receipt.

A piece of Mowan black leather, priced at 680 yuan.

Once the money and goods are exchanged, any price fluctuations or collapses on the spot are none of the seller's concern.

After he finished writing, he slapped the pen in front of Bao Dequan.

Bao Dequan gritted his teeth, "Why are you writing a receipt for a broken stone?"

Wen Zhaoye said, "You can turn a three million yuan piece of jade into five thousand. I'm afraid this six hundred and eighty yuan stone will turn into an ancestral heirloom material in a while."

Bao Dequan was humiliated and his ears turned red. He grabbed a pen and signed his name, saying, "Tch! Let's see what you can cut out of this."

Master Ma, who was cutting the stone, touched the stone and frowned. "There are many cracks and the skin is ugly. Young man, if you cut this kind of material, it will probably be reduced to scraps in one stroke."

Wen Zhaoye stared at the stone skin.

[First cut suggestion: Make a vertical cut three fingers' width from the left side of the crack]

He pointed to the left side of the stone with his bloodied finger, "Start cutting from here, slightly to the right."

Master Ma looked at him and asked, "Have you studied this?"

"I saw you cut it," Wen Zhaoye said. "I remembered some of it."

Master Ma didn't ask any more questions. He fixed the stone in place, boiled water, and pressed the knife down.

Wen Zhaoye stood beside the cutting table, his hands hanging by his sides, blood dripping from his fingertips.

The first cut has been made.

A thin green line was visible through the grayish-white stone.

The people around immediately fell silent, especially Bao Dequan, whose face looked extremely ugly.

Wen Zhaoye walked closer and took a look; pale gold lettering emerged from the green line.

【Bingyang】

He looked up. "Don't cut, wipe."

"learn."

Master Ma changed the grinding wheel and began grinding along the leather surface little by little.

The black skin was rubbed away, and the green color grew from a line to the size of a fingernail, and then slowly expanded to the size of a coin.

The larger the green area, the quieter the backyard became, and this quietness made Bao Dequan even more uncomfortable than the noise earlier.

He remembered that the stone had been pressing down on a money tree at the door for three years, and now green shoots were sprouting from inside.

Someone started bidding, "Eight hundred thousand, I'll take it!"

Old Sun turned around and yelled, "Are you a scrap collector? This water is worth 800,000?"

Another man wearing a baseball cap squeezed through the crowd, "Two million, transfer on the spot."

"Two and a half million!"

"I'll offer three million, stop cleaning it, I'll take the risk."

Wen Zhaoye was begging for 60,000 yuan yesterday, but today someone is bidding 3 million yuan for the stone he bought for 680 yuan.

Wen Nian squeezed next to Wen Zhaoye. "Zhaoye, I was really scared just now. Boss Bao said he was just trying to scare you and wouldn't really call the police. I was confused for a moment, please don't do this, okay?"

Wen Zhaoye looked at the green face without turning around.

"Excuse me, you're blocking the light."

Wen Nian froze. "I'll go to the hospital with you. I'm worried about Grandma too. We've been together for three years; we can't let this break us up, can we?"

Wen Zhaoye glanced at her.

"When I was pinned to the ground, you said you saw me steal the jade with your own eyes."

Wen Zhaoye asked, "Were you worried about your grandmother back then?"

"I've been taken away by the police, what will I do about the surgery fees? What will my grandmother do when she wakes up and hears I'm a thief? You haven't thought about any of this."

"Don't worry now, it's too late."

Someone nearby overheard this and couldn't help but chime in.

"Girl, you're too hasty in going back to your old flame."

"That necklace she's wearing, was it a gift from Boss Bao? It's pretty shiny, but it's probably fake."

Wen Nian subconsciously covered her necklace, and Wen Zhaoye also looked over, the pale gold characters flashing briefly.

[Item: Synthetic Cubic Zirconia Necklace]

Purchase price: 279

Upon seeing this line of text, he couldn't help but laugh.

Wen Nian felt uneasy at his laughter. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing?"

She became anxious, "Tell me! Explain yourself!"

Wen Zhaoye pointed to her neck, "Two hundred and seventy-nine."

"What?"

"Bao Dequan used a fake diamond worth 279 yuan to get you to testify for him," Wen Zhaoye said. "He bought it cheaply, and you sold it cheaply too."

Old Sun then leaned over for a look. "Zircon. The chain is also silver-plated. Girl, remember to take it off when you shower, or your neck will be green in a couple of days."

"Nonsense, you're all talking nonsense!" Wen Nian clutched the necklace, tears streaming down her face.

Laughter erupted in the backyard.

They love seeing this kind of plot twist.

"Wen Zhaoye, don't go too far!" Bao Dequan couldn't help but shout.

Wen Zhaoye looked at him, "You framed me for stealing jade, forced me to use my old house to pay off debts, and she helped you give false testimony. Now you feel sorry for me just because I mentioned a fake necklace?"

Master Ma suddenly shouted, "Stop making noise! ​​Prices have gone up!"

The black leather has been polished to reveal a green surface about half the size of a fist, with a vibrant color and good luster.

"This piece of material is quite large. If it holds its shape well, it could fetch five million."

The courtyard was in complete uproar.

"Four and a half million, I'll sign the contract now!"

"Five million. Give me the materials, and I'll bear the risks myself."

Bao Dequan suddenly lunged forward and pressed down on the piece of material with both hands.

"Not for sale!"

Master Ma was startled. "Boss Bao, what are you doing? The machine hasn't stopped yet!"

Wen Zhaoye walked over and said, "You've taken the money, and you've signed the receipt."

"I was just joking! This stone is an old piece from my shop, specially placed inside a money tree for good luck. Who told you to cut it?"

Boos erupted from the crowd.

"It was just waste material a moment ago."

"The live stream was recorded, and her attitude changed so quickly."

Bao Dequan ignored it. He pressed down hard on the fabric, the veins on the back of his hand bulging out.

"Five million worth of goods, and you think you can take them for six hundred and eighty? Wen Zhaoye, you're dreaming! If you dare to take this stone out of Yu Mantang today, I'll make sure you never leave the jade city!"

Yu Tinglan raised her hand, and two bodyguards stepped forward to separate Bao Dequan.

Yu Tinglan walked to the cutting table and looked down at the material.

"Six million."

Yu Tinglan looked at Wen Zhaoye, "I'll offer six million. Transfer the money now."

Five hundred and eighty to six hundred and forty, a fair price.

He nodded. "Deal."

Yu Tinglan handed her phone to her assistant and said, "Forward this."

Wen Zhaoye gave her bank card number.

Less than a minute later, a text message came in.

[Your account ending in 7813 has received a deposit of 6000000.00 yuan.]

Six followed by six zeros.

Grandma had an oxygen tube in her body last night, but she still managed to open her eyes and ask him, "Zhaoye, is it hard to make money?"

He said at the time that it wasn't difficult, and now he can finally cover up that lie.

Wen Zhaoye dialed the payment office of the Second Municipal Hospital.

"Hello, I'm paying the surgery deposit for Zhou Guilan in bed 37. Three hundred thousand yuan, please. Yes, now."

He reported all the information one by one, and only hung up the phone after the other party confirmed that the payment had been received.

Wen Nian stood to the side, and Wen Zhaoye held up his phone to show her the text message that the money had been deposited.

"You just said that I have no money, so I have no choice but to steal."

Wen Zhaoye said, "If I need money, I will earn it myself. I will not steal, nor will I sell out the people around me."

Bao Dequan, standing to the side with a gloomy face, suddenly sneered, "Make money? You're just a poor laborer who got lucky once and thinks you've turned your life around?"

A series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the store.

A young man in a floral shirt barged in with seven or eight people, a thick gold chain around his neck and a stack of papers in his hand.

"Who's causing trouble at my uncle's shop?"

Bao Dequan's eyes lit up. "Tiger, you've come at the perfect time!"

Bao Hu glanced around, his gaze finally settling on Wen Zhaoye. "It's you?"

He slapped a stack of papers onto the cutting table.

"Transfer the money out, keep the stone, and this too. Your grandma owes my uncle 200,000 yuan, which she mortgaged with the old house. We'll get the paperwork done today as well."

Wen Zhaoye looked at the paper.

He immediately noticed the first line: Witness: Wen Chengjie.

[Forged signature and fingerprints found on hospital payment slip]

Wen Zhaoye looked up at Wen Nian and asked, "Where's your brother?"