I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2751 - 1708: Stinky Woman

"What are you laughing at?"

Martial Saint was still very frugal. The other party asked for three billion, so he offered three billion, not a penny more, even if it wasn’t his money.

Perhaps this was also why Master Xu Lun was laughing,

"Young man, I have said many times, it’s not for sale. It’s not about the money."

Although his appearance was unconventional, he had a generous demeanor, even if being dragged here, he showed no impatience up till now.

Three billion might not match the value of the Nine Carp Painting, but a young man who could easily offer such a price deserved some tolerance and patience.

"Three billion and ten million."

Martial Saint was forced to raise his bid.

The other party was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Young man, there are still many masterpieces on site, why not take another look..."

"Three billion and fifty million."

Martial Saint continued to up the ante, rudely saying, "If you won’t sell, you won’t leave today."

He not only inherited his father Wu Guangjiang’s emphasis on face but also had a bit of his sister’s style, actually starting to buy and sell by force.

See.

Blood ties are indeed powerful.

Master Xu Lun might have been encountering such a situation for the first time, anyway, he was quite helpless.

"Young man..."

Martial Saint fundamentally ignored his nonsense.

"Why don’t you just name a price, how much will make you sell?"

The look in Martial Saint’s eyes was full of murderous intent, as if reminding him to watch his words.

Xu Lun sighed, Scholar meeting a soldier, reasoning was futile, not knowing the other party’s background, he couldn’t rashly offend him, after thinking it over, he said helplessly, "To tell you the truth, this Nine Carp Painting isn’t mine. I’m just responsible for the carving, so I don’t have the right to sell it."

If Boss Jiang were here, he would have thought of this layer long ago.

No matter how skilled one’s craftsmanship is, to put it bluntly, they are just a "craftsman." How could they get their hands on such a rare treasure as the Dragon Stone Type?

Boss Jiang surely knows about the Dragon Stone Type.

The pity is, Boss Jiang isn’t here.

"If it’s not yours, then whose is it? Are you fooling me?"

Martial Saint didn’t believe it or rather didn’t bother to think much about it, carrying forward his sister’s spirit, "Since you put it out on display, it doesn’t belong to you anymore. Take the opportunity to cash it in, you should understand what I mean."

This was a meeting with robbers.

Or rather.

Encountered a tough character.

Having mingled with celebrities and aristocrats, Xu Lun’s mind turned rapidly, he surely had a temper, a young man being so aggressive inevitably stirred some negative emotions in him, wanting to confront him head-on, yet reason reminded him, when you retreat, the sea and sky are boundless.

Precisely because he had seen the vastness of the world, he knew more about his own insignificance.

If he won, besides feeling a bit comforted, there’d be no substantial benefits,

But if he lost?

Some people can’t be offended.

It’s like a one-way street with no chance to turn back.

Making a mistake and there would be no opportunity even to regret it.

"If you really love this Nine Carp Painting, then you have to contact its real owner."

Xu Lun restrained his smile.

"Who is its owner?"

Martial Saint responded without hesitation, his handsome and youthful face full of determination.

"I can’t disclose who she is. Entrusting the Dragon Stone Type to me to create something, and agreeing to let me submit it for an award, is a huge trust and favor to me, Xu Lun. One must have basic principles."

Martial Saint acknowledged the reason but saying this much was like saying nothing at all, wasn’t it?

He even suspected whether the other party had fabricated this so-called owner out of thin air.

"Fine, I won’t make it hard for you, give me the contact info, and I’ll get in touch."

"No."

"Is this also against your principles?"

"This is personal privacy."

How could a number count as privacy?

Martial Saint frowned, not completely unreasonable.

"How about this, you make the call, and I’ll talk, will that do?"

Xu Lun pondered, knowing that further refusal would likely lead to an outburst, so he nodded.

He took out his phone and deliberately walked a bit further away, making it all seem quite mysterious.

About half a minute later, he walked back and handed the phone over.

Martial Saint took it and spoke directly.

"Is that Nine Carp Painting yours? I’d like to give it to my mom as a gift, could you part with it?"

There was no response from the other end, after a while, Martial Saint couldn’t help but wonder if anyone was there and looked toward Xu Lun.

"No."

Finally.

A sound came from the other end.

This carving master wasn’t playing him.

Martial Saint was suddenly taken aback.

It wasn’t the firm rejection that stunned him.

Unexpectedly, the other side was a woman, and moreover, her voice was very pleasing, even to say like heavenly music would not be an overstatement, even if there wasn’t much emotion, even if processed through a radio wave and slightly distorted.

Of course.

Whether male or female doesn’t matter.

There are plenty of wealthy women in this world.

"Four billion."

Skipping any emotional appeal or reasoning, it was embarrassing, Martial Saint shot straight, his boldness made Xu Lun in front of him have a strange expression.

How come he bid one million at a time just before?

Only goes to show, still young, discovering the other side is a woman and getting carried away.

A beautiful voice doesn’t mean she’s beautiful, come on.

"Voice card warriors" abound.

There is no logical connection between voice and appearance.

"So this is your strength."

This time the response came quickly and was accompanied by a faint chuckle, but Martial Saint found it wasn’t pleasant, instead feeling like a drill digging into his eardrum, piercing straight to the heart.

Alright.

Now all his blood rushed to his crown, fortunately, he was young and could hold out, if it were an old guy, ensuring they’d have a stroke.