The desires of 851 people are insatiable

e trouble for Jiang Qiyun If it were someone else, Jiang Qiyun might just draw his sword and deal with it."Mu Xia Qiao," Jiang Qiyun suddenly said softly.I looked up at him, and all the Mu Xiaoqiao lo...In the private room, at the Eight Immortals table, sat a man who was two or three times wider than me.

He looked rather handsome, not the kind of man with a face full of flesh.

He had a short haircut, wearing a pair of glasses. He was clean-shaven and dressed in a traditional Chinese style shirt with shorts sleeves and trousers. He held a string of golden Bodhi seeds in his hand, slowly turning them over and over.

A palpable air of cultural merchants surrounds you.

The Seventh Senior Brother had two secretaries. One was a male who helped him with his work, and the other female secretary, Linlin, was specifically there to accompany him for meals, drinks, and socializing.

Women at the dinner table, either don't raise their cups or they are female overlords.

Seventh Brother had seen Linlin drunk twice, getting tipsy and forcing drinks on everyone she met. From then on, his dating standard included one more requirement: no smoking and no drinking.

But I always felt that Linlin was looking at my senior brother. He's such a dazzling single diamond man, young and although he's not exactly a handsome guy, he has a kind of refined business charm, able to make the little sisters in the company go crazy for him.

As soon as we entered, Linlin got up and smiled, pulling up a chair for Seventh Senior Brother. I could only do it myself.

That high-profile cultural businessman is quite close to the seventh senior brother. He has a heavy accent, probably from the north of China.

After briefly introducing himself, Seventh Senior Brother gently pushed Linlin aside and said, "Go order some food quickly. My junior sister is here, so order some things girls like."

Linlin agreed and went out.

Seventh Senior Brother grabbed his time and said, "Little Junior Sister, this is my old friend. His surname is Lu. Because he's sharp-tongued, only he haggles, never gives in, so the people in the Jianghu call him 'Lu Yi Dao'. You can call him Lu Ge, Lu Zong, Dao Ge, or Dao Zong."

He does business in jewelry in the capital city, his family mines jade in Myanmar and diamonds in Africa...he's basically a rich second generation who grew up eating rocks. I did some digging about amber before, he said it's too rare, he doesn't believe there's such a large strand. You should ask him to appraise it for you.

I couldn't resist my seventh senior brother, hesitating as I offered him my wrist.

That "Daozong" looked at me and smiled: "Miss, could you take it down for me to have a look"

"No way," I pouted. "Whose fault would it be if it broke"

He glanced at my seventh senior brother: "You little junior sister are quite sharp, aren't you So direct Don't you trust me"

Seventh Senior Brother took a sip of tea and said in a calm voice, "You'll get used to it. If you had nine Senior Brothers, six Senior Sisters, one younger sister, and were also beautiful with a good figure, you would be just as capricious. Try to understand."

"Hahaha." Daozong laughed, "This way you'll spoil the child."

"The tutor is good, he's well-behaved. Don't worry about this. Have a look quickly." The seventh senior brother urged.

Daozong was less than thirty years old, looking very composed. But when speaking with the seventh senior brother, he still had that carefree and relaxed air of youth.

However, I think he's very shrewd, the kind of person who appears broad-minded on the surface but is actually very astute.

He took out a pair of white gloves from his own bag and put them on, asking me to place my hands on the table. Then he took out an antique magnifying glass and a portable flashlight.

It seems pretty professional.

The seventh senior brother was a little nervous, reminding Dao Zong with a reminder: "Hey, this was sent by others. You need to be careful with your words, don't make my younger sister unhappy."

What are you afraid of That he'll say it's fake

Am I really this sensitive

Dao Zong was intently examining the beads on my wrist. There were nine of them, all quite large, and each one had an irregular shape. Individually, they would be more than enough to carve a pendant or something similar.

He examined it for a while, nodded, and smiled: “What’s the matter Afraid I’ll tell the truth”

Seventh Senior Brother was taken aback: "What do you mean Your tone, could this be from Xibei"

He smiled without speaking, narrowing his eyes to watch my reaction.

What is this person doing Doesn't he realize he's wearing a fake and acting like it's real

I wasn't planning on checking the truth or anything like that, nor was I going to assign a value to it... Seeing Mr. Dao approach this with the mindset of watching a play really rubbed me the wrong way. So I stood up and said, “Whether it’s real or fake, it’s mine anyway. Whether it's valuable or not doesn’t matter.”

"Hey hey, little junior sister, where are you going!" Senior Brother Seven was startled and hurriedly stood up to stop me.

"I'm going to open another table next door! I don't want to eat with him, you settle the bill later!" I said huffily to my seventh senior brother.

Business people are indeed cunning. Knowing that speaking directly would offend me, they used several emojis to tell me the answer.

I ran into the next room, and Seventh Senior Brother awkwardly followed in, saying, "Don't run around, alright We'll settle the bill together later. Senior Brother will send you home."

"Got it," I said, pursing my lips and beckoning the waiter over with my finger. I ordered a pot of tea and a few pastries for myself.

The waiter had also left, and I sat at the table, staring at the swirling steam from my teacup, lost in thought.

Isn't this necklace amber Could it be fake

Or maybe it's really gone, and this is a substitute

But I saw this thing taken out of the altar mechanism with my own eyes. It's impossible that Mu Wanchen would have gone to "stage props" before taking me there, right

"...Whether it's true or not, I don't plan to sell it. I'm happy to wear it, hum..." I muttered to myself softly.

The air in the room seemed to thicken, and as soon as I sensed something was amiss, I turned around to see Mu Wanchen leaning against the wall behind me, arms crossed. He had been staring at something for who knows how long!

I jumped up and instinctively tucked my wrist back.

He frowned slightly: "Did you just say that seriously"

I shook my head, momentarily at a loss for a kind lie. I was used to being arrogant and speaking without restraint; coming up with a seamless fabrication on the fly was too difficult.

Lily suddenly pushed open the door and smiled at me: "Second Miss, we're just next door. Just call if you need anything."

I nodded, she turned and left. Mu Wanchen asked, "Who was next door"

"...My seventh senior brother and his friend." I answered softly.

"Who bullied you" he asked.

I shook my head.

He snorted and turned to walk toward the door: "Putting on such a pathetic show."

"Hey, but it's really not someone bullying me—what are you going to do!"

I rushed out and grabbed his arm, just as the next-door private room started serving their dishes. The door separating us was open, and I could hear their conversation as soon as I slipped inside.

Dao Zong said in a low voice, "… This thing is real yiper, the value is hard to say. After all, in the past, officials and dignitaries, great dharma masters could have a pigeon egg-sized top-grade one as a holy object. If it were traded privately, it wouldn't be a problem to casually open up millions... Bring it to an auction house and tell a good story, several million, tens of millions are all possible."

Seventh Senior Brother let out a breath: "What are you trying to do! You scared me to death, I thought it was fake. My little junior sister treasures this thing very much!"

Daozong frowned and said, “……That's because this isn't just about Yipei, there's something else inside!”

Anything there

I looked up at Mu Wanchen in puzzlement.

Under a layer of gauze, he frowned slightly.

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