C616 – Isn’t This Mr Su?
Boss Ding and the elderly collector stood agape, utterly speechless as they beheld Su Ming’s items.
One was the proprietor of a framing shop.
The other, an avid collector with a passion for such treasures.
They were both connoisseurs when it ca to these items.
Upon laying eyes on the embroidery in Su Ming’s hands, they were practically glued to the spot.
“Fantastic! What a find!”
The collector’s hands shook and tears stread down his face. “Young man, are you selling this or not? Rest assured, I’ll buy it no matter the cost, even if it bankrupts !”
“Here’s what I’ll do, young man. I’ll fra it for you at no charge. I’ll use the finest wood. You retain ownership, but may I display it in my shop for a few days?”
Boss Ding eagerly interjected, having noticed the bounty of items in Su Ming’s pocket.
“Uh…”
Su Ming blinked. “This isn’t mine, is it?”
“Stop right there, lad. I get it, I completely understand!”
The old man cut him off, “500 million, how about that? Not enough? 1 billion, surely 1 billion will do?!”
“It’s not about the money…”
Su Ming scratched his head.
“Then 1.5 billion, young man. That’s my entire net worth!”
The old man spoke in haste.
“Um…”
Su Ming began to speak.
“I’ll add another five. 2 billion has to be enough, right?”
“Alright, just get out! What? You want to settle your wages? Forget it! As of today, I’m officially blacklisting you across the industry!”
Boss Ding chid in, while casting a nacing glance at the waiter.
The waiter had just picked himself up off the floor.
He was still reeling from the fall, dazed and confused.
Then he overheard the astronomical figures being thrown around.
And Boss Ding’s declaration.
He was utterly bewildered!
Holy smokes!
Is this guy so kind of ultra-magnate?
This level of secrecy…
It’s unheard of.
This isn’t right.
You don’t see tycoons carrying around their precious possessions in a tattered bag – that’s just entrapnt!
He had finally landed a job that was both laid-back and well-paying, only to be abruptly fired.
Missing out on a month’s salary was the least of his worries; the real blow was being blacklisted from the entire industry!
The waiter was well-versed in this line of work, knowledgeable about antiques and jade wares.
Working as a waiter, carrying plates in a restaurant, was one thing, but he was accustod to his old job. Switching careers so suddenly was jarring.
The significant difference in salary and benefits was too much for him to stomach.
It was all over!
Done for!
Yet, the waiter was rely a bit player, overlooked by the trio.
As the two were about to resu their conversation, Su Ming felt his patience wearing thin.
“Enough!”
Overwheld, Su Ming gestured frantically. “Calm down, let finish speaking.”
“This object, actually…”
Before Su Ming could continue, a sudden flurry of footsteps echoed from the second floor.
“Old Qian, you’re really not playing fair. Rumor has it you’ve got several treasures and sneakily delivered them to Boss Ding. Why not let us brothers have a look?”
“Exactly, you always tantalize us with a peek at your treasures. What have you got this ti?”
“We’re not going to shortchange you, Boss Ding, so don’t you dare compete with us for it!”
As the voices grew louder, several elderly gentlen descended from upstairs, their hair white with age, but their spirits undiminished.
They approached with beaming smiles.
Boss Ding and the old n glanced back and inwardly cursed their luck.
The competition had arrived.
These old tirs were venerable figures in the collecting world.
Recognizing the items, they were naturally inclined to vie for them.
“Goodness! Is that Mr. Su?”
“My, my! Mr. Su, it’s been ages since we’ve seen you!”
“Mr. Su, ever since my granddaughter t you, she’s been lovesick…”
“Cut it out. Just yesterday, your granddaughter polished off three roast chickens, five chicken legs, and ten pork buns!”
“You scoundrel!”
“My dear sir has long passed away. Are you suggesting you want to join him?”
“That’s it! I’ve had enough!”
In an instant, the old n were at each other’s throats.
Suddenly, wigs were flying everywhere, and white hair filled the air!
“Cough, cough!”
Boss Ding could no longer stand idly by. With a gentle cough, he caught the attention of the brawling elders.
Realizing that fighting might not be the best idea, they all released their grips on each other. Yet, they continued to glare, faces red with anger, wigs long gone, leaving a patchwork of red and white on their cheeks.
Their clothes bore the marks of the scuffle—footprints and fist imprints.
Behind them was a crowd of wealthy old collectors, accompanied by their grandchildren and a host of attendants. Upon witnessing the scene, they silently retreated to the ground floor as if nothing had happened.
[Continue, please.]
Your brawling is the secret to staying young and full of life!
Keep fighting, the more you do, the longer you’ll live!
“How do you not recognize him?”
The old n straightened out their attire and looked at Su Ming with blank and puzzled expressions as Old Master Qian and Boss Ding watched.
“This…”
Both n were sowhat embarrassed by their old friends’ reactions. Clearly, this young man was soone significant, yet they had no idea who he was.
“Oh my! You two almost missed out on eting a living legend. This is Mr. Su!”
“What? It didn’t click for . Let jog your mory.”
“Do you recall soone who sold a bunch of antique paintings in Antiques City recently? And soone who discovered a national treasure…”
At that, the two n suddenly rembered. As mbers of the antiques community, how could they not be aware? They had simply been out of town during that ti, and it’s quite normal for antique enthusiasts to travel all over the country, isn’t it?
“Damn! You’re that young man? No wonder the na Mr. Su sounded so familiar!”
“Quick, quick, quick! Bring out the tea! The finest Longjing tea!”
“My apologies, Mr. Su. I was too quick to judge. Please, don’t take offense at my ignorance.”
Boss Ding rushed forward, regretting his earlier indifference. When he had co downstairs, he hadn’t given Su Ming a second glance, nor had he intervened when the waiter mistreated him. What a shaful oversight.
“Please, Mr. Su!”
“Mr. Su, please take the seat of honor!”
“Please, Mr. Su!”
The cluster of elderly gentlen behind him followed Su Ming as respectfully and dutifully as their own sons would, with great deference.
Su Ming stood still for a mont and blinked in surprise.
I haven’t uttered a single word from start to finish.
You all are moving ahead rather quickly, aren’t you?
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