I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2752 - 1708: That Nasty Woman

"How much do you want? Just say it!"

"You came to me."

Martial Saint took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Five hundred million."

Xu Lun remained silent, his eyes darting, relieved that he hadn’t acted impulsively earlier.

This kid really has some strength.

"I don’t think we need to continue talking."

What is this?

Blatant contempt!

If this is a negotiation tactic, there’s no doubt the other party has succeeded greatly, as Martial Saint’s competitiveness was completely aroused, and he who was trying to save money for Boss Jiang suddenly became indifferent.

"One billion!"

Deafening.

Xu Lun, who was listening on the side, was left stunned.

Martial Saint’s words earlier made a lot of sense.

The so-called not-for-sale items are just that the offer isn’t high enough.

What does one billion mean?!

If this piece really belonged to him, as a master sculptor, Xu Lun was sure he would sign the contract without hesitation.

"You seem to have a lot of money."

Finally.

The other party felt Martial Saint’s strength.

"No. But I can still afford your Nine Carp Painting."

Martial Saint was somewhat modest, but not entirely so. He actually started to regret it a bit, but someone who fights for a breath like Brother Jiang Chen, with a broad mind, definitely won’t blame him. Even if he does, at worst, he’d go to his sister to get reimbursed.

What would his sister say about him buying a gift for their mom? What could she say?

"You still seem to be a minor."

Who knew if Xu Lun had gone to the side to explain just now, or if the person on the other end discerned it from his voice.

"Does it matter?"

"Have your parents come to talk to me. One fixed price, if you really like it, one hundred billion."

Martial Saint’s pupils dilated, almost unable to resist swearing.

One hundred billion?

This wasn’t just asking for an outrageous price; it was clearly never intended to be sold, just toying with him!

"What’s your name?!"

Considering the other side was a woman, Martial Saint held onto his manly restraint, but his chest was still burning with rage.

"If your parents can come up with one hundred billion, they can naturally find me."

"Beep—"

The call was abruptly cut off.

"Don’t smash it! It’s my phone!"

Xu Lun quickly shouted.

Martial Saint was furious, but he didn’t take it out on the innocent; he frowned deeply, still holding the phone tightly, slowly passing it back.

Xu Lun gave an awkward smile, realizing it wasn’t wise to stay longer.

"I’ll let you be."

The true owner of the Nine Carp Painting didn’t take this young man seriously, but Xu Lun, having overheard the whole call, didn’t dare, and began using formal titles.

In fact, he could easily have asked the arrogant, sharp-tongued woman’s identity, but that would be such a disgraceful way.

Think of the woman’s final words.

If your parents can come up with one hundred billion, they can naturally find me.

In Martial Saint’s mind, he could almost picture that nose-in-the-air, high-and-mighty ugly face!

So angry—!

Watching Xu Lun hastily leave, Martial Saint couldn’t help but throw a punch in the air, as if hitting that woman’s face, then took a deep breath, and turned around, still unable to completely manage his expression, his face dark as coal as he walked back.

"What’s up?"

Wu Guangjiang could obviously see his son’s unhappiness, "They aren’t selling?"

Martial Saint clenched his fists, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"What’s the matter? If they aren’t selling, so what. We have money; we aren’t afraid to not get good stuff."

Wu Guangjiang consoled indifferently.

It’s not about selling or not.

Martial Saint was filled with righteous indignation. He raised his head.

"They’ve gone too far—"

The Wus were taken aback, looking at each other.

"What’s going on?"

Wu Guangjiang asked curiously.

"Do you know how much that Nine Carp Painting costs?"

"How much?"

Wu Guangjiang didn’t mind being ignored by his son; he was used to it, continuing to ask.

Martial Saint turned his head, "Take a guess."

Wu Guangjiang found it difficult; this was testing his level of insight. He turned back, taking another look at the lush Nine Carp Painting, unconsciously rubbing his chin.

"At least this number, right?"

Pretending he knew, he extended two fingers.

is no problem.

But the unit?

Two yuan or two cents?

He was a pro; when asked to guess, he turned it back on them.

"Two what?"

Wu Guangjiang deliberately didn’t state a unit, just to cover up his own lack of knowledge, but Martial Saint didn’t catch on, determined to get to the bottom of it, granting his father no way to maneuver.

Wu Guangjiang, who couldn’t dodge, pondered and could only quote a number he deemed exaggerated enough.

"Twenty million should be about right."

"How much?"

Lan’s mother was shocked.

Her ceiling of imagination still couldn’t match her husband, Wu Guangjiang’s.

"Why are you making a fuss? Such a grand exhibition, and being the headliner, if it’s not even selling for tens of millions, might as well not bother organizing it."

Wu Guangjiang appeared knowledgeable, teaching his wife a lesson, and then he looked at his son.

"What price is that Xu guy asking?"

Martial Saint wouldn’t let him keep guessing, which would be a waste of time, but instead, he turned his attention to Jiang Chen.

"Brother, guess."

Could my guess be off?

Mr. and Mrs. Wu’s gaze also focused on Boss Jiang.

Having barely "resolved" yesterday’s misunderstanding, speaking now would only cause embarrassment again, so a certain person who was well-versed in social skills evaded answering, responding thusly: "No need to save money for me."

See.

Learn from this.

What is emotional intelligence?

A simple sentence took care of everyone’s dignity.

Martial Saint smiled bitterly, exhaled deeply.

"Brother, I wasn’t trying to save you money. But you definitely won’t accept this price."

Not mentioning Mr. and Mrs. Wu, upon hearing these words, Jiang Chen’s curiosity was piqued.

Martial Saint somewhat knew his "strength," so saying this was intriguing.

"What’s the asking price?"

Martial Saint stopped being mysterious.

"Ten billion."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The worst is when the air suddenly goes quiet.

Wu Guangjiang’s eyes widened, completely dumbfounded.

"What?!"

Lan’s mother was utterly astonished.

It’s not their fault.

Ten billion, completely exceeds the limits of a normal person’s understanding, even Jiang Chen couldn’t help but confirm it again.

"Ten billion?"

Martial Saint nodded slowly and seriously.

"Brother, tell me, I can’t let you play the fool, can I?"

Ten billion.

He believed, given his brother’s capability, he could come up with it, but whether it was worth it or not was another matter.

Having money allows you to be capricious.

But being capricious is not about being a fool.

Pulling up the country’s list of wealthy people, a net worth of ten billion, what rank could that get you?

"Damn it! Must be crazy for money!"

Wu Guangjiang, recovering from the shock, started cursing, pointing in the direction where the carving master Xu Lun had left, "I saw that guy with a scruffy beard just now, knew his brain must be off, probably has mental issues too!"

"It’s not his fault. That Nine Carp Painting isn’t his," Martial Saint said.

Wu Guangjiang stopped talking, "What?"

"He’s only responsible for the carving, meaning he was commissioned to create it, he’s only responsible for his craftsmanship, and as a reward, they agreed to let him submit the piece for judging."

Recalling the attitude of the woman on the phone earlier, Martial Saint’s emotions involuntarily roiled again.

"I talked to the true owner of the Nine Carp Painting over the phone. She said the piece was made of Dragon Stone Type and is priceless."

"What’s Dragon Stone Type?"

Wu Guangjiang was puzzled.

Dragon Stone Type?

Why does it sound familiar?

Boss Jiang quickly recalled, during the New Year in Myanmar, he was at the jade market betting on stones and ended up with a large piece.

"You know Imperial Green, Uncle."

Wu Guangjiang nodded instinctively, having come across it online, top-grade jadeite.

"Dragon Stone Type is a tier higher than Imperial Green, even rarer."

"But still not worth ten billion, right? Brother, that woman is definitely insulting us!"

Woman?

Jiang Chen’s eyes twitched slightly, looking at the furious Martial Saint, "A woman?"

"Yeah! I had that Xu guy contact her by phone, and it was a woman who answered, acting all superior..."

If that "woman" were in front of him, suspecting this kid would break his principle of not hitting women!

Jiang Chen felt a subtle sensation growing within him, waiting for Martial Saint to let off steam before speaking, "Did she say her name?"

"Nope. She had no intention of selling, insulted me, then hung up the phone, although her voice was quite pleasant, but definitely a Jurassic creature..."

A pleasant voice?

Jiang Chen remained calm, continued probing, "Did the voice sound familiar to you?"

Martial Saint was slightly stunned, instinctively pondering, then frowned.

"Now that you mention it, brother, that woman’s voice sounds a bit like Sister Yunxi’s. Ha, that’s the difference. Sister Yunxi is beautiful and kind, while this woman couldn’t even compare to a single finger of hers..."

Seems that dreadful woman truly provoked him, this kid was rambling nonstop.

Jiang Chen did not interrupt, nor did he respond, his gaze moving past the bustling crowd, focused on the Heavenly Craft Exhibition’s golden award forged from Dragon Stone Type, his expression unusually peculiar.