Chapter 8, a piece of jade is fifty million

Upon seeing the small Buddha beside Zhang Mei, the old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he began to scrutinize it carefully, causing the small Buddha to feel somewhat embarrassed. When the two explained their intentions, the old man casually took the piece of white jade.

The room was filled with a faint scent of a young girl's body fragrance, for this was Zhang Mei's boudoir. Xiao Fo had never been here before, and as he inhaled this unusual aroma, a wave of restlessness surged within him. Just as he was about to sit down, he noticed a pair of MOREASE underwear on the back of the sofa. Xiao Fo's face turned crimson with embarrassment. At that moment, Zhang Mei walked in, wrapped in a bath towel, drying her hair as she entered. She had just finished bathing, her face glowing with a rosy hue, and a hint of steam lingered around her.

Zhang Mei seemed to sense something and quickly pulled Xiao Fo aside, whispering: "Xiao Fo, don't let this old man deceive you. He made his fortune through collecting, and he knows you are not knowledgeable. He still wants you to set a price. Let him speak; if I don't nod, you must never agree."

"Speak, what is it?" Zhang Mei said decisively, "However, regardless of the matter, let us first treat you to a meal before proceeding with anything else"

"Where did you get this from? This jade is indeed good, but it lacks a bit of artistic sense. How about this: let's go back to the community and see my father's old friend, Uncle Meng. He is a prominent figure in the collecting world. How about we ask him to give you an appraisal?" Xiaomei didn't understand either, so she had to bring up her father's friend.

Xiao Fo was stunned on the side, thirty million? Although he knew that this treasure was not cheap, he never expected that a piece of white jade could sell for such an astronomical price, it is truly unbelievable

After the two individuals returned to the community, they went directly to another villa. Zhang Mei pressed the doorbell, and an elderly voice came from inside. Upon hearing Zhang Mei's voice, the door opened immediately. Once they entered, Xiao Fo noticed that the decor of this house was completely different from that of Zhang Mei's home. The screen at the entrance featured an antique Shandong painting, and the walls inside were adorned with numerous calligraphies and paintings. The furniture was all intricately carved from redwood, exuding a very classical style. An elderly man with a head full of white hair stood up, chuckling, "Mei'er, it's been a long time since you came to visit Uncle's house. What brings you here today?"

After the community security guard inquired, he allowed Xiao Fo's car to enter. It took nearly five minutes for Xiao Fo to find Zhang Mei's home. After pressing the doorbell, a woman's voice came from inside. When she heard it was Xiao Fo, the door opened with a loud click by itself. Xiao Fo looked at the mirror-like floor and gently walked into the living room

Zhang Mei heard the servant say that Xiao Fo had arrived, so she called from upstairs, "Xiao Fo, please wait for me in my room for a moment. After I finish my shower, we can talk again"

The old man, seeing the dazed expression on the young monk's face, assumed that the young monk found the amount insufficient. He extended his finger again, saying, "Fifty million, how about that? Moreover, you can take any of the antique calligraphy and paintings in this room, how does that sound?" The old man was determined to succeed, his gaze fixed intently on the young monk.

This is Meier's first time receiving an invitation from Xiao Fo, and she responded with a hint of surprise: "Sure, can you come to my house to pick me up? The address is ... ... "

When he saw that golden card, Xiao Fo felt a bit of pain in his eyes and a slight throb. Fifty million, with hundreds of elderly heads piled up in a cabinet. I remember a few days ago, there was a merchant online boasting about thirty million, which was enough to fill a small cart. Having saved money since childhood, just a few cents at a time, when could Xiao Fo ever imagine having so much money

Upon seeing the seal characters behind the white jade, Old Man Meng's eyes lit up again. He reached out to take a high-powered magnifying glass from the tea table and began to read carefully. As time went on, the old man's astonishment grew even more remarkable. In the end, he actually jumped up and exclaimed, "Heavens, is everything written here true? This, this is actually the seal of the old Qianlong! Quickly, bring me the best box of inkpad; I want to see if this is real." The old man called for the servant to fetch the inkpad from the study.

But who should I sell it to? Xiao Fo wants to find Zhang Mei first, as she must know wealthy people

No, not at all. Perhaps I am a bit nervous while driving, which is why I feel a bit hot

Zhang Mei said, "3,000 is too little, isn't it? Nowadays, good Hetian jade can go for over 10,000. You should add a bit more."

Xiao Fo thought the same way, letting Old Man Meng set the price. Old Man Meng, being a shrewd elder, certainly knew that they were not familiar with the market. He had a long-standing relationship with Zhang Mei's father as well. He held up three fingers to Xiao Fo and said, "This is the price; it will definitely satisfy you. What I value is not its price, but its historical significance. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fo was on the verge of exploding; was this not a blatant temptation? Although he knew that Zhang Mei liked him, how old could she possibly be!

"By the way, Mei'er, I need to talk to you about something. Do you have a moment?" Xiao Fo asked with a flattering tone

The next morning, Xiao Fo woke up early and stared blankly at the treasure chest. The items inside were truly astonishing, but he was troubled about what to take out and sell. Initially, he thought about selling two gold inlaid knives, but now with counterfeit goods rampant, there were not many who could discern the real from the fake. Moreover, Xiao Fo had never engaged in the business of collecting, and he couldn't find an expert in a short time. Faced with a chest full of treasures, he was at a loss about what to sell.

Well, it is somewhat related to the matter I have presented, so I kindly ask you to move your esteemed foot first, and we can discuss it in the private room. Little Buddha has now become relatively poor

Indeed, this is truly the seal of Emperor Qianlong. Look, it is definitely an authentic item!" The old man grabbed the little Buddha and exclaimed loudly, "Quickly tell me, where did you get this? You really have a knack for finding such things.

Hahaha, niece, what I am referring to is thirty million, you think I would use three thousand to buy this rare treasure? You believe it is not worth it, yet I still defend its value? You do not understand our industry, treasures must have their corresponding prices

Hehe, it's nothing, just in a good mood

Shaking his head, the little monk withdrew his gaze and replied: "No, it's fine, thank you for your kindness"

Soon, Xiao Fo woke up from his dream, grabbed Zhang Mei's hand, and said loudly, "Let's go, first eat seafood and drink Maotai, then, then..." Xiao Fo suddenly fainted.

Have you struck it rich? Why are you so generous today

"Whatever it takes, I will sell it." A person who loves money and another who loves treasures can definitely reach such a deal

Zhang Mei's bathrobe was somewhat large and loose, only cinched at the waist. At school, Zhang Mei was a relatively lively girl, and at home, she was even more unrestrained. She plopped down next to Xiao Fo, and as the bath towel loosened, a patch of her delicate, water-like skin was revealed, causing Xiao Fo to feel dizzy and his inner turmoil to intensify

"Mei'er, where are you?" Xiao Fo had a somewhat slick tone.

Without hesitation, Xiao Fo carefully wrapped the piece of white jade, which resembled a chunk of lard, in a small towel and placed it in the armrest compartment of the driver's seat

Xiao Fo had long thought it through, telling the old man that this jade was a gift from an old friend of his father during his business days. Unfortunately, his father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind only this piece of jade and nothing else, and he did not know the origins of this jade. Xiao Fo, being meticulous in his thoughts, certainly would not allow the old man to continue questioning, directly passing all inquiries to his deceased father, making it difficult for the old man to probe further. When the old man heard that Xiao Fo wanted to sell this piece of jade, he was almost beside himself with joy, loudly declaring: "Little brother, you are truly holding a golden baby while eating a corn bun! Come, come, name your price; I want this jade!" The old man looked at him with a hint of nervousness.

"Who dares to call me Mei'er? Do you not want to live anymore?" Did you not hear it?

OK, let's go, we are going, working hard like Missy Missy

Is that you? It doesn't sound like you!

"Go on, do you really believe that, you rascal?" Zhang Mei scolded in a playful tone

Xiao Fo's willingness surprised Zhang Mei; in the past, whenever it came to meals, Xiao Fo would always keep his mouth shut. When did he become so agreeable

He was really stabbed and knocked unconscious, let's wait for him to wake up before we fantasize about it

Flipping through the box, the piece of white jade in the compartment caught the little monk's eye. He knew that many people, especially the wealthy, liked such items, often hanging a piece of jade or something similar on themselves. Yes, he decided to sell this piece of jade to avoid letting others know he possessed so many ancient coins, lest they think he was a tomb raider. Although this piece of jade might not be very valuable, who doesn't have a couple of pieces of jade at home? Looking at his old computer, he thought it was time for an upgrade. Aside from reading novels and typing, this computer had almost no practical value left.

Little Buddha, you have come so quickly, why is your face so red? Are you coming down with a cold?

The maid, Zhang Ma, brought Xiao Fo into Zhang Mei's bedroom. Upon entering, they immediately saw a large portrait of Xiao Fo, nearly life-sized. On the bedside, there were also numerous photos of Xiao Fo playing with Zhang Mei. Unexpectedly, Zhang Mei, like a fan, had covered the entire room with pictures of Xiao Fo

The two individuals drove to a restaurant located at the edge of the community, requested a private room, and began to eat as the dishes were served. Over the past few days, Xiao Fo had been both exhausted and hungry, and thus indulged in a hearty meal, consuming a dinner that was quite meaningful.

When Xiao Fo arrived, he discovered that Zhang Mei actually lived in a luxurious villa. It was located in a picturesque villa area in Lanshan District. Upon seeing those small western-style buildings, Xiao Fo realized that Zhang Mei was not, as she claimed, the daughter of a foreman, because living here required more than just wealth.

"What are you looking at? Do you want me to pull it open a bit more?" Zhang Mei looked at Xiao Fo's dazed expression, seductively enticing him.

Hey, Xiao Fo, Brother Fo, my commission!" Zhang Mei shouted loudly, "Don't let this little bit of money get you all riled up.

Little Buddha quickly became serious and cautiously said: "Mei'er, it's me, Little Buddha"

Xiao Fo took out the piece of jade and showed it to Zhang Mei. Although Zhang Mei was not an expert, she could tell at a glance that the jade was as white as cream, with fine cloud patterns inside. It was being carved into a fierce flying dragon, surrounded by several celestial women. The back was engraved with a cluster of seal characters, exuding a very ancient charm, but it did not resemble an ordinary piece of art; rather, it seemed more like some kind of seal.