I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2748 - 1706: Heavenly Craft Exhibition (Part 2)

Wu Guangjiang slapped his thigh. Although he wasn’t the one suffering, he was still full of righteous indignation.

"Such a big company, and they’re short on such a small amount of money? They go to any lengths to cheat normal folks. Damn it, the outdoor unit of an air conditioner is a gift? This is the first time I’ve heard of buying a car without wheels. How can a car run without wheels?"

Even Lan’s mother sighed and shook her head.

Wu Guangjiang continued his tirade.

"These unscrupulous merchants focus all their efforts on scamming people. When Huang Laoer confronted them, they just said he didn’t read the disclaimer. Damn, there are so many terms and the words are like tadpoles. Forget Huang Laoer, a farmer, even most people wouldn’t understand!"

"So, how was it resolved later?"

Martial Saint asked.

"What else could be done? When dealing with such bastards, you just have to accept it."

"A single air conditioner isn’t a small expense for Huang Laoer, right?" Martial Saint said.

"No, it isn’t."

Wu Guangjiang said, "If it weren’t for his foolish son, he would never have spent this money in his lifetime. With his little piece of land, how much can he earn a year? If he couldn’t earn a bit from helping out in the village, that fool would never have grown up."

Who said harsh lands breed scoundrels?

Even though they kept calling him a fool, Jiang Chen detected a deep empathy.

The father and daughter were somewhat alike after all.

Tough on the outside but soft-hearted within.

"To avoid Huang Laoer doing something extreme out of despair, the village committee discussed and gave him an air conditioner."

"It wasn’t the same brand, was it?"

Martial Saint teased.

Wu Guangjiang laughed, "I heard that boss is also from the countryside. Really gives rural folks a bad name. If such a person was from our village, no matter how rich he was, his ancestral home would definitely be gone!"

"In the future, for electronics, you can shop at Speed. Speed’s direct stores. No matter how small the print or how many schemes, if there’s a quality issue and the manufacturer doesn’t handle it, Speed covers it."

What defines a great entrepreneur?

Advertising is indeed about finding every opportunity.

"Ha, all crows under heaven are black. What’s the point of claiming responsibility?"

Wu Guangjiang was dismissive.

"I own shares in Speed."

Boss Jiang humbly mentioned, ignoring the surprised couple, while driving and said, "Uncle can promote it in the village, Speed values the rural market greatly. Especially the vast countryside, not only worry-free after-sales but also home delivery."

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"..."

Silence filled the car.

Martial Saint’s mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but not daring to. But Wu Guangjiang, his father, said what he wanted to.

"You’re talented."

Wu Guangjiang set aside past grievances and honestly said, "For someone like you not to get rich, it would be unjust."

Lan’s mother didn’t speak, nor did she nod, but she deeply agreed.

With no pretenses, Comrade Jiang Chen, remained calm and said, "Every industry has its bad apples. Uncle, you shouldn’t generalize because you encountered a cheat. Some people play tricks on the public, but others connect heart to heart with them."

Wu Guangjiang’s lips twitched, looking at the guy in the rearview mirror, unsure what to say, finding it a mix of amusing and annoying.

"Where do you plan to take us?"

He looked out the window, judging from his tone, yesterday’s displeasure seemed to have passed.

"Uncle and Aunt made a trip here; gifts must be taken back."

"No need for that, really..."

Lan’s mother immediately interjected.

Jiang Chen, eyes on the road, unhurriedly said, "I know. Uncle and Aunt surely don’t mind, but back in the village, folks will undoubtedly ask..."

Wu Guangjiang said nothing, but his brows knitted unconsciously,

As if his words hit precisely his sore spot.

What does he care most about?

Reputation!

No matter how impressive his daughter was out there, returning empty-handed wouldn’t look good.

—No face to show.

"This is also for Pei Zhi. When Uncle and Aunt shine, so does she."

With those words, Lans’ mother hesitated, making refusal difficult.

"Brother, you’ve thought of everything!"

Martial Saint praised, "Who would dare say my sister isn’t filial now?"

Wu Guangjiang remained silent, feeling pulled in all directions, deeply uncomfortable.

Half an hour later.

International Exhibition Center.

The Maybach came to a stop.

"Heavenly Craft Exhibition?"

Martial Saint curiously looked out the window.

"Jiang, what’s this about?"

The grand setup outside made Lan’s mother a bit nervous even before getting out of the car.

"An exhibition, where sculptors from all over the country bring their designed works for display and evaluation, including gemstones, jewelry, and gold... Honestly, it’s not very different from a jewelry store, except things here might be a bit pricier."

Martial Saint understood.

"So it’s like ordinary people buy jewelry at stores, rich folks come here?"

Jiang Chen nodded and turned off the car, "Uncle, Aunt, take a look inside."

Those who have bought gold and silver jewelry know, besides the material, craftsmanship is a key factor in the price.

Just that in normal jewelry stores, craftsmanship fees aren’t high. For example, in gold, craftsmanship fees rarely exceed the price of gold itself; 10% is quite impressive. For instance, a ten thousand yuan necklace with craftsmanship fees of one or two thousand; but at this annual Heavenly Craft Exhibition, it’s a different story.

Heavenly Craft Exhibition.

The name says it all.

Ingenious creations.

No matter how much gold prices rise, without artistic processing, its value can only be akin to wiring for rich folks’ homes.

What’s truly valuable remains the boundless imagination and the skill of turning the mundane into the divine.

Upon entering the venue, Wu Guangjiang’s eyes were opened as wide as physically possible.

The exhibits here exceeded his understanding of jewelry.

"Wow!"

An exclamation sounded.

"What is that, a radish?"

Indeed.

Not just Martial Saint.

He saw it too.

A perfectly realistic radish!

But upon closer inspection, one could notice the details.

Such a place wouldn’t have an actual radish; it’s not high-class taste, it’s teasing the patrons attending the exhibition.

As for whether the patrons find it amusing, who knows.

"This is carved from jade, right?"

Lan’s mother showed hesitation, cautious about getting too close, watching the "green radish" in the glass cabinet from a distance.

"Aunt, you have a good eye. This should be carved from Jade, with oil applied, and polished at the base."

"Amazing, these people have such strong imaginations."

Even though he’s seen his sister’s private museum, Martial Saint was still awestruck.

"Do rich people really play like this?"

Wu Guangjiang glanced at the nearby information card, "Why isn’t there a price listed?"

"Craftsmanship is priceless. If you fancy a piece here, you can contact the artist directly. If the price is right, you can take it home."

"It’s done quite well, almost like the real thing. But it still can’t beat a real radish. How about this, I swap two real radishes for it, can you help me contact them?"

Boss Jiang remained calm and kind, his expression as pleasant as a warm spring breeze, "Uncle really likes this piece?"

"Jiang, don’t listen to him."

Lan’s mother hastily pulled her husband away.

"Wow, Martial Saint, come check this out!"

Not much further, Wu Guangjiang stopped again, his eyes glued to a display showcasing an all-black Lord Guan holding a saber defiantly, battle banners unfurled behind, with the unified colors of the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and the golden dragon base, radiating brilliance and grandeur.

The disparities of the world, the gaps between classes, embodied through each craftsmanship piece, shining through immaculate glass, were vividly presented in front of Mr. and Mrs. Wu.

Just like the radish, which they considered something that grows in the ground, meant for eating.

And Lord Guan, perhaps just a shrine statue worth a hundred or so.

"How much is this?"

Wu Guangjiang turned his head, asking someone, seemingly genuinely intrigued.

"Wu Guangjiang, the fact you don’t know its value proves it’s not for you."

Martial Saint understood why the piece featuring the golden dragon and Guan Gong caught his interest and quickly remarked.

Even the belt they didn’t desire.

"Hurry, there’s still so much to see."