The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 481 - I Think You Should Lower Your Voice

Shortly thereafter, Boss Qian received a phone call.

With urgency in his voice, Boss Qian announced, “He has arrived.”

Su Ming suggested, “Let's head out then. It's perfect timing; he and I can conduct our transaction in the parking lot, sparing him the need to come inside.”

Boss Qian pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Together, they made a beeline for the parking lot.

Upon their arrival, they spotted a black sedan.

Boss Qian approached the vehicle, and as the driver's door swung open, out stepped a man clad in a black suit, tie, white gloves, and sunglasses.

He briskly moved to the rear seat, opening the door to reveal another individual.

This man was on the shorter side, standing around 5'7″, sporting a mustache and dressed neatly.

As Lyu Jintao exited the car, he furrowed his brow and said, “Boss Qian, my time is precious. Where's the merchandise you mentioned? And you're seriously expecting me to make a deal with you here in the parking lot?”

Boss Qian quickly glanced at Su Ming for assistance, “Mr. Su?”

Su Ming gave a nod, walked over to the truck, and swung the door open.

Truth be told, Lyu Jintao's visit was motivated by the prospect of getting the better of Boss Qian. He recalled how Boss Qian had offered on the phone to give him something from his shop for free if he wasn't impressed with the merchandise.

Lyu Jintao gave Su Ming another once-over. Judging by Su Ming's plain attire and the dilapidated truck he drove, Lyu Jintao doubted there was anything of value to be had.

Lyu Jintao paid little attention to Su Ming, his expression one of disinterest as he gazed towards Boss Qian's shop.

With the truck door now open, Boss Qian realized Lyu Jintao's lack of response and felt compelled to prompt him, “Boss Lyu?”

Lacking patience, Lyu Jintao bluntly stated, “Let's be frank, I'm here today to claim the most prized possession from your store. Whatever treasures this truck may hold, even if they're of national significance, they won't pique my interest. Naturally, I won't exploit you—I'll purchase the most valuable item in your store at the price we previously discussed. I've got the money ready. So, where is it?”

Upon hearing this, Boss Qian blinked and said, “Honestly, if you're looking to buy the most valuable item in my store, I have no objections.”

Lyu Jintao was ecstatic. He hadn't anticipated Boss Qian's sudden change of heart. Just yesterday, Boss Qian had been adamantly opposed to the idea, no matter how much Lyu Jintao pressed.

“Great, let's head to your store then!” Lyu Jintao announced, making moves to depart.

Boss Qian quickly interjected, “Boss Lyu, please, patience. Remember our prior arrangement? If you're not interested in the item, I promised to offer you something else from my store. But you haven't even looked at it yet. It's not right to act this way.”

“Today, it doesn't matter what you show me; I'm certain I won't be interested. I'm only here for the most precious thing in your store,” Lyu Jintao declared, casting a disdainful glance at the truck's trunk. Suddenly, he froze in disbelief. “This is Gloomy Wood!”

His voice boomed.

The two chairs before him were indeed crafted from Gloomy Wood. Unquestionably, they were both carved from the same massive piece of Gloomy Wood. The wood must be incredibly thick.

Lyu Jintao's mouth hung open, so shocked that he found himself at a loss for words.

“Mr. Lyu, please lower your voice; there are many people around,” Boss Qian urged in a hushed tone. “If they overhear you, it could spell trouble.”

”It's actually Gloomy Wood!” Lyu Jintao exclaimed again, unable to contain his amazement.

“Boss Qian, you actually possess such a treasure!”

“Good heavens, everyone, look at this! It's Gloomy Wood!”

After Boss Qian's cautionary words, Lyu Jintao sprang up as if propelled by springs, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Su Ming watched the scene unfold, his brow furrowed in confusion. What had gotten into Lyu Jintao? Why was he so agitated?

“What's that? Did I just hear someone mention Gloomy Wood?”

“I heard it as well.”

“There's no way there's Gloomy Wood here, right?”

“I agree, it seems improbable that we'd find Gloomy Wood here.”

Several of the nearby workers paused, taken aback by Lyu Jintao's outburst, despite the din of their ongoing work.

They faintly heard someone mention Gloomy Wood.

But when they paused, the voices ceased.

The group of freight handlers shook their heads in disbelief. The idea of finding Gloomy Wood seemed ludicrous to them.

Gloomy Wood was far too pricey. How could they possibly have come across it? Many had never even heard of it.

“Maybe I had one too many last night and I'm hearing things,” one of the handlers suggested.

“Liar! You're just weak! I'll have to beef up your diet!” retorted another.

“Haha! You talk as if you're some kind of strongman,” a third chimed in.

The four handlers bantered and laughed amongst themselves. As they were gearing up to resume their heavy lifting, Lyu Jintao's voice, filled with astonishment, rang out.

“My goodness! This is actually Gloomy Wood!”

“Young man, is this Gloomy Wood yours?”

“What's the price? I want to buy it!” exclaimed Lyu Jintao.

The words left the freight handlers dumbfounded.

The Gloomy Wood they had dismissed was authentic.

Turning around, their astonishment grew.

Good heavens! They recognized that man!

When he had visited Antiques City a few days prior, he was a big-shot boss who spent money like it was going out of style.

Any treasure that caught his eye, he purchased on the spot.

In just three days, he had acquired all the prized possessions in Antiques City.

But now, that same boss stood there, his face flushed, hands outstretched, mouth agape, staring in disbelief at the trunk of the vegetable cart.

Could the Gloomy Wood be genuine? The four exchanged glances.

They approached the Gloomy Wood in silence, inspecting it closely.

“Good lord! This is indeed Gloomy Wood!” one of them exclaimed.

“I want to feel it!” another declared.

“Back off, who do you think you are?” a third snapped.

“If you damage it, you couldn't possibly afford the damages!” a fourth warned.

“Isn't that Mr. Su?”

“My god! It is Mr. Su. Are these two chairs also Mr. Su's?”