Chapter 60

In the evening, the family happily ate dinner. 520 official website

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Sister's mood had improved a lot. Perhaps it was because she had cried last night, and the words in her heart had been vented, or maybe her husband had done something. Anyway, as long as her sister was happy, that was fine.

As everyone was eating dinner, Ye Yuan's phone rang. He saw that the caller was Lao Er (the second brother).

He answered, and the other side spoke with a somewhat apologetic tone: "Lao Si (the fourth brother), there's a small problem on my end. I let it slip about the阴沉木 (sinking wood) you gave me."

"Huh? What happened?"

Ye Yuan didn't blame Lao Er too much for this. After all, the thing was salvaged from international waters, and he still had the video. He wasn't afraid of anyone saying anything.

"It's like this. Didn't I use the sinking wood you gave me to make a tea tray for my dad? Who knew that he would show it off to everyone he met."

"One of my dad's 文玩 (cultural play) circle friends took a liking to it and wanted to buy it. But my dad refused to sell it and ended up betraying me. That person insisted on asking about the origin of the sinking wood. I didn't say anything at first, but a few days ago, after drinking too much, I let it slip that it was a gift from a friend of mine. He became very interested and insisted on finding you to buy a piece."

"Originally, I didn't plan to reveal you, but this person is very close to my dad and is helpful to our family's business. I can't afford to offend him. I'm sorry, brother."

Lao Er explained the whole situation in one breath, feeling very embarrassed.

Ye Yuan thought for a moment and asked, "How much does he want to buy?"

"He didn't specify, but he probably just wants a piece for a display, so it shouldn't be too big," Lao Er explained on the other end.

"Alright, just this once. You didn't tell anyone how much I have, right?"

Ye Yuan was really worried that Lao Er might have revealed that he had a lot of sinking wood.

"No, no, I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I just said I'd try to help ask. If you want to sell, I can help you contact him. Anyway, that old guy isn't short of money. If you want to sell, you can charge him a lot," Lao Er said.

Ye Yuan thought that if it wasn't a lot, giving Lao Er some face wouldn't be a problem. He still knew Lao Er well; if he could avoid it, he would. The fact that he called Ye Yuan meant he had no choice.

"Then bring him over one day. I just got back, and I'll be going out to sea again in a few days," Ye Yuan thought for a moment and agreed.

"Alright, I'll bring him over as soon as possible. Don't worry, I won't delay your trip to sea," Lao Er said.

Ye Yuan suddenly remembered that he had a piece of 龙涎香 (ambergris) in his possession. He wasn't sure if it would sell, but since Lao Er's father had friends in the cultural play circle, there should be a market for it.

"By the way, I have a piece of ambergris. Can you help me sell it?" Ye Yuan asked, hoping for a positive response.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Lao Er asked uncertainly, "How big is it? Are you sure it's ambergris? That stuff is very rare these days."

"Five and a half pounds," Ye Yuan directly stated the weight of his ambergris.

"......"

For a moment, there was no sound on the phone. Ye Yuan thought the call had dropped, but just as he was about to hang up, Lao Er's voice came through.

"You're the big brother, you're really the big brother. That stuff is measured in grams, right? How did it end up being measured in pounds with you?"

Lao Er's low growl echoed in Ye Yuan's ear. Ye Yuan instinctively moved the phone away from his ear.

"Anyway, it's that big. See if you can help me sell it," Ye Yuan said, not wanting to talk to this guy any longer, and hung up the phone.

......

A thousand kilometers away from Ye Yuan, in a villa in X Province.

Zhang Wujin sat in his study, his hand still in the position of holding the phone.

After a long time, he realized the call had been disconnected.

Zhang Wujin stared at his phone, wondering if he had just hallucinated. When did ambergris start being sold by the pound like cabbage?

He walked into his tea room, where two middle-aged men were sitting opposite each other, sipping tea.

The one behind the tea tray was fat, with the most distinctive feature being his large earlobes. If he were shirtless, from a distance, he would look like the Maitreya Buddha.

The one sitting opposite was a thin middle-aged man, who looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair and glasses, giving off a refined and elegant aura.

Seeing Zhang Wujin enter, the thin middle-aged man asked, "How is it? Does your friend have such good goods?"

He pointed to the tea tray in front of him.

Zhang Wujin nodded, "Yes, but not as big as this one."

"That's fine. I'm not as wasteful as you, using such good material for a tea tray. I just want to use it to make a Buddha statue, about 30 centimeters should be enough," the thin middle-aged man said with satisfaction.

"Um...," Zhang Wujin didn't know how to start.

The thin middle-aged man, somewhat worried, said, "Is your friend unwilling to sell? If it's about the price, don't worry, I won't let him down."

Zhang Wujin shook his head helplessly, "No, when the sinking wood arrives, you can talk to him yourself. The piece you want should be no problem. He has another item he wants me to help sell."

Zhang Wujin looked at the fat middle-aged man, who was his father, Zhang Decai. Both middle-aged men were surprised.

Zhang Decai asked, "What is it?"

"Ambergris," Zhang Wujin replied, and his father's eyes lit up.

"Great, you don't need to help me find it anymore. It came to us on its own," he said to the other man with a relaxed tone.

"Good, but I need a large amount. You all still need to keep an eye out for it," the two middle-aged men continued their conversation, ignoring Zhang Wujin.

Zhang Wujin knew that this Uncle Wang was someone even his father respected. His family owed a lot to him.

This man, Wang Xuehong, was one of the first to become wealthy in China. When China first allowed individuals to contract mines, he contracted several metal mines. After several decades, his net worth was unknown.

He originally wanted his children to return and inherit the family business, but both of them had their own careers abroad and were unwilling to come back. He had no choice but to hire professional managers to run the business.

He spent his days like a leisurely cloud, traveling through domestic and international antique markets. It was said that the antiques in his home were more numerous and of higher quality than those in some museums.

"Uncle Wang, how much do you need?" Zhang Wujin asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

"At least 1000 grams," Wang Xuehong replied proudly, his face beaming with satisfaction.

"Would you want more?" Zhang Wujin asked mischievously, looking at Wang Xuehong's proud expression.

Wang Xuehong's expression froze, and he looked up at Zhang Wujin.

"How much does your friend have?"

"Actually, it's not that much, only five and a half pounds," Zhang Wujin repeated calmly.

PS: Thank you, Mei Niu, for the chicken leg you sent to Dabai. I'll pass on your thanks to Dabai.