I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2755 - 1710: In the Middle

"Bro, what do you think of this?"

A piece of clear white jade stood in the display window, its color like mist or gauze. Its size was longer than the Heavenly Craft Exhibition’s gold-winning piece, but narrower in width.

"The carving is also good, depicting our country’s splendid mountains and rivers, and people. There’s poetry on the back too. ’Green hills’ without ink, painting for eternity; ’clear water’ without strings, the eternal harp. Very cultured."

Martial Saint leaned in close, since no one was around, "And the price is suitable too. I just asked, it’s eight hundred thousand."

The Heavenly Craft Exhibition casts the shadow of the world’s distinct elements into today’s venue.

Eight hundred thousand, compared to prices that often start in the billions, is undoubtedly much more realistic.

Alright then.

For Mr. and Mrs. Wu, especially Lan’s mother, perhaps it’s not so realistic.

But people are like that.

After the baptism of the Nine Carp Painting just now, the price of eight hundred thousand doesn’t seem that hard to accept.

"What does Auntie think?"

Boss Jiang remained respectful to the elders.

"It’s, it’s quite good."

Lan’s mother wanted to refuse but dared not; eight hundred thousand was intimidating. The problem is, if you don’t take this one, the next might only be more expensive.

"Bro, I think that’s enough, no need to be too extravagant. Nephrite Jade isn’t bad either."

Not being a professional, how can one discern the material with the naked eye? Martial Saint could point it out only because it was written on the nearby information card.

Actually, the Nine Carp Painting earlier should also have the material labeled; it’s just because it won the gold award and had many followers, one couldn’t get close enough to see.

The most crucial part.

Aside from the artwork name, the design concept, product introduction, and font were just too damn small,

small text is harmful indeed!

If he’d known at the time it was made from the Dragon Stone Type, with Boss Jiang’s sharpness, he would have noticed something, becoming wary.

But saying anything now is of no use.

Time won’t flow backward.

"Then we’ll go with this one."

Even though the Nine Carp Painting provided a psychological buildup, when he saw Jiang Chen swipe the card on the spot, Wu Guangjiang still felt an odd sensation.

It was only yesterday.

He had thought buying his son a thirty-thousand belt was quite remarkable, but it turned out to be complete ignorance from living in a well.

He suddenly found it a bit amusing.

People from the village work a lifetime but can’t match a random ornament here.

This world is truly absurd, damn it.

"The money’s paid, can’t we take it directly?"

Seeing they had to fill in address information, Wu Guangjiang frowned.

"You can take it with you, but what if it gets chipped or bumped on the way? They’ll deliver it to your door, and you’re still not happy?"

Chipped or bumped.

Martial Saint, speaking casually, didn’t notice someone’s slightly somber expression.

"Alright. The service is quite considerate."

Wu Guangjiang immediately changed his attitude and went with Lan’s mother to register the information.

Coincidentally.

This world is so absurd.

Many exhibits were purchased on-site like ordinary people shopping at a market.

"Bro, don’t feel guilty. If you really put something worth billions at my place, Wu Guangjiang and my mom would instead lose sleep."

Martial Saint noticed someone’s mood seemed rather down and thought they felt the item was bought too cheaply, thus offering a considerate comfort.

"Whose is that Nine Carp Painting, bro? Did you find out?"

Buying it was impossible.

But it’s necessary to get clarity on its background; otherwise, sleep might elude him recently.

"Knowing too much isn’t good for you."

Boss Jiang, expressionless, seemed mysterious yet was actually offering a kind warning.

Sometimes, ignorance is a blessing.

Oh heh!

Martial Saint was greatly surprised.

He understood Jiang Chen’s implication.

Is it possible he really hit a nerve?

But with Brother Jiang Chen on the left and an older sister backing him, there shouldn’t be many tougher than him, right?

Things seemed to be getting interesting.

Martial Saint rubbed his hands, almost excited, "Yoshi! Looks like it’s not just showing off."

"Thunk!"

Boss Jiang immediately flicked him on the head, "Speak Chinese."

Martial Saint rubbed his head; despite moving from the countryside to the East Sea, experiencing the vast sky and earth, his inherently fearless character remained unchanged, enthusiastically asking, "Bro, tell me in detail, which street are they from?"

"From the same street as you."

Returning to Spring and Autumn Plaza doesn’t mean everyone takes the same route.

But Martial Saint couldn’t understand, nor did he receive the goodwill of someone concealing the truth, still probing.

"Bro, you say it, I can’t handle it, but my sister can."

Jiang Chen was dumbfounded, yet there was nothing to say.

They were siblings,

born to the same mother.

An older sister shielding her younger brother was only natural.

Just the situation was already so absurd, it couldn’t involve Lan Peizhi any further.

"Buy some gifts another day, apologize to Sister Yunxi."

"Huh?"

Martial Saint found it baffling, "Apologize to Yun Xi? Because..."

Suddenly.

He "had a flash of inspiration," his expression froze, his mouth gradually opened wide.

"My goodness!"

"Bro, you’re not saying that lady is really Sister Yunxi?!"

"Which lady?"

Martial Saint quickly covered his mouth, indicating he said nothing, yet couldn’t suppress the turbulent emotions inside.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

He cursed thrice, realizing the matter had blown up.

"Bro... this isn’t..."

He didn’t know what to say; incredulous while deeply wronged.

The woman on the phone—proud, caustic, harsh, and venomous—what resembled Sister Yunxi?

"Do you think it shouldn’t be the same person?"

Boss Jiang seemed to see through his thoughts, Martial Saint nodded repeatedly.

"That’s because you haven’t married a wife yet. Women have many faces, you’ll know later."

"Bro, you haven’t married a wife either."