The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

C615 – Shut up

“Mr. Qian, no matter how wealthy I become, I’ll never match up to you.”

“The old saying goes, ‘a fine sword is best bestowed upon a hero.’ This item, though valuable, is not my area of expertise. Its true worth can only be realized in your hands.”

“What do we have here?”

With that, Boss Ding opened the first box to reveal a Night-Luminescent Pearl.

It was as large as a pigeon’s egg, perfectly round, and utterly translucent, a thing of great beauty.

Bathed in the light, it emitted a radiant emerald glow.

“My goodness! A Night-Luminescent Pearl of this size and quality is quite rare indeed!”

The elder gentleman, visibly impressed, took the pearl and examined it with great care, clearly delighted. “Where on earth did you find such a fine Night-Luminescent Pearl, Boss Ding?”

“Haha! Mr. Qian, it was simply a stroke of luck! On a recent trip to the countryside, I stumbled upon it quite by chance.”

“The seller thought it was just an ordinary gem and not very valuable. I managed to acquire it for less than thirty thousand.”

Boss Ding couldn’t contain his joy, nodding and smiling broadly.

“Excellent! I’ll take it!”

The old man nodded approvingly, placed the pearl back into its box, and then proceeded to open the second box.

“Oh my! This is quite the find as well. This thumb ring… could it be…?”

Upon seeing the thumb ring in the second box, the old man was taken aback. It was clear that it had been lovingly cared for over time, evidenced by a subtle sheen of oil on its surface.@@novelbin@@

“Indeed.”

Boss Ding chuckled, “Mr. Qian, your discerning eye never fails. This ring once belonged to a prince during the Qing Dynasty!”

“Wow!”

Hearing this, the old man’s eyes went wide with excitement, and he slapped the table in a frenzy of delight. “What a treasure, truly remarkable!”

As the conversation flowed inside the room, a disgruntled voice suddenly interrupted from outside.

“Why are you up here? Were you eavesdropping on Mr. Qian’s conversation with our boss?”

The two men paused, taken aback, and turned to see Su Ming, bag in hand. Standing before Su Ming was the earlier waiter, looking decidedly on guard.

“Isn’t your second floor also a place of business?” Su Ming asked with a faint smile.

​”Indeed, it is a place for business, but I’ll have you know, our second floor isn’t just for anyone,” the waiter retorted. “Only those with framed landscape paintings come up here, and not just any paintings, but the top-grade ones!”

“Do you really need to bring that shoddy cross stitch up here?” he scoffed. “Just go out, turn right, and less than 30 meters away, there’s a small shop that’ll frame it for a few bucks. Don’t come here causing a fuss.”

The waiter scrutinized Su Ming, who was dressed plainly and wore a child’s watch on his wrist, looking every bit the part of someone without money.

“Oh? You’re certain you want me to leave?” Su Ming asked, his smile broadening.

​”What else? Am I supposed to keep you here to celebrate the New Year?” the waiter snapped back.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the staircase. A young boy, around seven or eight years old, came bounding up with a windmill in his hand, his face alight with joy. As he ran, he called out to Boss Ding, “Daddy!”

In passing, the windmill brushed against Su Ming’s plastic bag with a swish. Su Ming’s bag was flimsy, the disposable kind meant for trash—hardly durable. It was fine for holding something like embroidery, but anything else, or a brush with something sharp, and it would tear apart easily.

And just like that, the embroidery Su Ming was carrying gently tumbled out of the torn bag.

​”Hmm?” The waiter paused, then erupted into laughter. “Hahaha! And here I thought you had some precious treasure. That’s what you call embroidery? It doesn’t have a single stitch on it. You’re framing a print on fabric?”

Old Qian and Boss Ding paid little attention to the incident, merely glancing over before continuing their conversation, particularly entranced by the thumb ring the elder was holding. It was a thing of beauty, truly top grade.

“Hmm?” Suddenly, something caught the old man’s eye in his peripheral vision.

Whipping his head around in a hurry, he caught sight of it.

Wow!

Could this be…

The elder sprang to his feet, his eyes ablaze with fervent light, fixated on the plastic bag in Su Ming’s hand and the embroidery strewn across the floor.

“This, this, this…”

The old man’s mouth hung open, his body quivering with excitement, as the thumb ring slipped from his grasp.

“Clatter!”

It shattered into two pieces!

“Oh no!”

Boss Ding was in a frenzy. ‘What’s happening here? That cost me a pretty penny, and you just smashed it?’

Boss Ding was no fool; he quickly realized the old man must have stumbled upon something extraordinary. He stood up and peered in the same direction as the elder.

Wow!

Could this be…

Could this be the fabled…

“Did you hear me? Pack up your stuff and beat it,” the waiter said, face stern as he ushered Su Ming away.

​”Be quiet!”

In that instant, the elder bellowed, and with a burst of unexpected strength and speed, the septuagenarian charged forward, booting the waiter in the behind.

“Ah!!!”

Caught off guard, the waiter let out a yelp and stumbled forward, his face meeting the ground in an unfortunate encounter.

​”Oh dear! Sir, is this item yours…?”

The elder rushed over to Su Ming, shakily picking up an embroidery from the ground and inquiring with utmost care.

“Yes.”

Su Ming nodded.

“This, this, this… My goodness, I never thought I’d see such divine craftsmanship in my lifetime. Truly, this is Top Grade embroidery that captures the essence of nature…”

“I’m so incredibly fortunate…”

The elderly man cradled the embroidery, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Su Ming stood nearby, momentarily taken aback.

What was happening here?

Was this a case of a late-in-life child?

Crying is one thing!

But!

If you dare use my embroidery to wipe your nose, we’re going to have a problem!

At that moment, Boss Ding also came rushing out, took one look, and was flabbergasted: “Is this… could this possibly be the work of the finest embroidery technique known to the craft? My goodness, even the silk thread is luminous and transparent. It must have been Top Grade silk back in the day. Nowadays, with the environment compromised by industrialization, such quality is a thing of the past. We can no longer produce silk like this. This embroidery could very well be a one-of-a-kind national treasure!”

Boss Ding stood by, shaking his head in wonder and admiration.

Such a marvel, this is truly a remarkable piece!

So rare!

Incredibly rare!

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