Chapter 7

Chen Xiaobei had penetrated the mysteries of the Eight Trigrams' evolution and could directly perceive the unusually vigorous aura surrounding the old man!

Even though the old man was already eighty years old, Chen Xiaobei still dared to assert that he had at least fifty more years to live!

In other words, if he lived to a natural end, this old man could reach over 130 years old!

This was simply shocking!

But what alarmed Chen Xiaobei even more was the Lan family!

For the old man to serve them, it was evident that the strength of the Qingteng City's top family was incredibly formidable!

"Uncle Qin, I want to buy some gold. Could you please get some money for me?" Lan Mengchen's tone was very respectful, as if she were speaking to an elder rather than a servant.

"Gold? Miss, you've never liked these things before. Can the old servant take a look?" Uncle Qin asked.

"Uncle Qin, please take a look." Chen Xiaobei did not dare to be negligent and immediately presented the small gold ingot to Uncle Qin with both hands.

"Hmm!"

Uncle Qin glanced at it casually and immediately showed a look of surprise: "Young man! Do you really want to sell this ingot?"

Chen Xiaobei was puzzled: "I do want to sell it. Is there a problem with that?"

Lan Mengchen also widened her clear, beautiful eyes; she had never seen Uncle Qin with such an expression before.

"This is a Tang Dynasty ingot, which is very rare now. One in such good condition is even rarer!" Uncle Qin held the small ingot, examining it carefully, almost unwilling to let it go.

Tang Dynasty!?

Chen Xiaobei was stunned, his heart instantly filled with joy!

It turned out that the second senior brother had not brought ordinary jewels, but a box of perfectly preserved—Tang Dynasty antiques!

This was the rhythm of getting rich!

"Uncle Qin, please give me an estimate. I am sincerely willing to sell it." Chen Xiaobei had no interest in antiques; turning them into red, soft currency was the right way!

"If you are determined to sell, I believe 600,000 yuan is the most reasonable price." Uncle Qin said.

What? 600,000 yuan?

Chen Xiaobei's brain short-circuited upon hearing this.

From 30,000 to 600,000, that was a full twenty times!

Ten small ingots would be 6 million!

What did that mean?

Apart from the village chief's family, the combined wealth of over a hundred households in Chen Village did not even reach 6 million!

Moreover, Chen Xiaobei still had three gold hairpins and three jade hairpins, which were definitely a much greater fortune!

Chen Xiaobei was completely stunned, his mind filled with only one phrase—five words floating in the sky, so refreshing!

"Young man, if you have no objections, please give me your bank account, and I will transfer the money immediately." Uncle Qin said solemnly.

"Of course, I have no objections!"

Chen Xiaobei shook his head to calm himself down: "I have nine more identical small ingots. Can Uncle Qin take them all?"

"What!? You have nine more?" Uncle Qin was directly stunned.

He thought that one small ingot was already rare, but he never expected Chen Xiaobei to have nine more!

"Take them! Such antiques are hard to come by. If you are willing to sell, I am willing to buy!"

Uncle Qin seemed to have a special fondness for these small ingots, even forgetting that Lan Mengchen wanted to buy gold.

"Alright! Let's settle it then!" Chen Xiaobei immediately took out the additional nine small ingots and provided his bank account.

Uncle Qin did not hesitate and transferred the money via online banking.

"6 million! Exactly 6 million... This time, I am really getting rich!" Chen Xiaobei was overjoyed, as if every pore in his body was celebrating.

The moment his account balance changed, he was certain that his life would undergo a tremendous transformation!

"Chen Xiaobei, calm down! If you go crazy with joy, you won't be able to spend the money!" Lan Mengchen smiled.

Seeing Chen Xiaobei's elated expression, she also felt much better.

Of course, while some were happy, others were in pain.

Shi Dafeng wished he could slap Shi Mingwei, the troublemaker, to death.

If not for this wastrel's interference, the ten small ingots would have been in Shi Dafeng's possession for 300,000 yuan.

Now, it had become 6 million, resulting in a loss of 5.7 million!

Forget the pain; Shi Dafeng felt like his testicles were about to shatter.

Yao Bingbing, who had no testicles, felt a strong urge to vomit blood.

Yesterday, she had just broken up with Chen Xiaobei, and today, Chen Xiaobei had obtained 6 million yuan!

According to Chen Xiaobei's previous feelings for her, she would have enjoyed at least half of the 6 million, but now, she could not even touch a single cent.

Thinking of this, Yao Bingbing regretted it bitterly.

Afterward, Chen Xiaobei and Lan Mengchen both prepared to return to school, and Chen Xiaobei naturally got a free ride in a Rolls-Royce!

"Why did you come to the jewelry store today? You don't seem like someone who likes jewelry." Chen Xiaobei asked curiously.

"Next week is my grandmother's birthday banquet. I was planning to buy her a birthday gift, but I couldn't find a suitable one." Lan Mengchen's bright eyes showed disappointment.

"What kind of jewelry does your grandmother like? You couldn't find a suitable one in so many jewelry stores?" Chen Xiaobei asked.

"My grandmother likes simple and elegant antique-style items, but the current jewelry designs are all too flashy. I really couldn't find a suitable one..." Lan Mengchen sighed.

"Ha! This is like a pillow meeting a sleepy head!"

Chen Xiaobei grinned and took everything out of his backpack: "Take a look, maybe you'll find something you like here."

Three gold hairpins and three jade hairpins, all from Gao Laozhuang, were absolutely genuine antiques! Absolutely simple and elegant in style!

"Master Chen, are you a part-time street vendor? Why do you carry these things with you..." Lan Mengchen smiled.

"Heaven! Tang Dynasty antiques!"

Uncle Qin, who was driving, glanced at them in the rearview mirror, his hands trembling, almost crashing the car into the green belt.

"Uncle Qin!?"

Lan Mengchen was greatly startled, her delicate face full of surprise.

Uncle Qin, known for his composure and nicknamed 'Stone Buddha,' had frequently lost his composure since meeting Chen Xiaobei, which was simply unbelievable!

"Everything in Master Chen's hands is a Tang Dynasty antique! The style! The carvings! There's no mistake about it!" Uncle Qin was extremely excited.

"All antiques?" Lan Mengchen's mouth formed an 'O,' her face full of surprise.

Chen Xiaobei grinned: "Absolutely not street vendor goods. Feel free to choose one."

"Okay, I'll take this white jade hairpin. The pattern is an ancient 'longevity' character, and the design and meaning are both good."

Lan Mengchen smiled contentedly and said: "Uncle Qin, please give me an estimate."

Chen Xiaobei waved his hand: "No need for an estimate. I'll give you this jade hairpin."

"No, that's too valuable." Lan Mengchen said.

"Take it!"

Chen Xiaobei pushed the white jade hairpin into Lan Mengchen's hand and took out a gold phoenix hairpin and a black jade hairpin, handing them over: "These two are for you and Uncle Qin. Thanks to you, otherwise, my small gold ingots would have been a huge loss."

"Young man! Don't be too impulsive. Do you know that the three items you want to give away are conservatively estimated to be worth over 10 million yuan!" Uncle Qin said solemnly.