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Xiao Sun stared blankly at Old Zhao, who maintained a stern expression and unwavering gaze.
"Orchid Master!"
Gasps erupted from the crowd as they looked incredulously at Zhang Cuifang. They could hardly believe that this seemingly simple farmer woman was being referred to as "Master" by Old Zhao.
What does it mean to be called "Master"? Only those with profound knowledge or exceptional abilities in a particular field deserve such a title. For instance, Old Zhao, as the president of the Jianghe City Orchid Association, had earned the respect of many and was honored with this title.
To be called "Master" signifies a person of high moral standing and great respect. Yet here was Old Zhao addressing a farmer from a small village in such a manner!
Is this for real? The crowd widened their eyes, holding their breath in shock as they gazed at Zhang Cuifang.
Zhang Cuifang felt somewhat flustered under their peculiar stares, which made her uncomfortable. She had heard what Old Zhao had just said. However, she didn't understand what "Master" meant or the significance of the title; she was only concerned about the pot of orchids that Chen Xuan had given her.
"Did you take a look at this pot of orchids?" she asked softly.
"I did," Old Zhao replied quickly, his warm smile contrasting sharply with his earlier demeanor.
"Oh, can I have it back then?" Zhang Cuifang asked in a hushed tone.
Upon hearing this, Old Zhao hesitated. As others had mentioned, he was famously fond of orchids; whenever he saw one of value, he would buy it without hesitation.
And this particular pot was an exquisite specimen! No matter how much it cost, he would want to acquire it! There was absolutely no way he would return it!
Old Zhao cleared his throat, his gaze flickering for a moment as he feigned nonchalance. "I really like this pot of Orchid. I wonder if you would consider selling it to me? I assure you, the price will definitely satisfy you."
After speaking, Old Zhao looked at Zhang Cuifang with anticipation.
Sell the Orchid?
Zhang Cuifang frowned at his words. This was a gift from her son, and she cherished it dearly. How could she possibly sell it? Absolutely not!
With that thought in mind, Zhang Cuifang firmly rejected him. "I'm not selling!"
Not selling?
Old Zhao's expression instantly fell into disappointment. He gazed longingly at the Orchid in his hands, gritted his teeth, and was about to hand it back.
At that moment, Xiao Sun, who had been watching Old Zhao closely, felt a surge of excitement. He finally found an opportunity to redeem himself.
"Ms. Zhang, please reconsider," he said quickly. "Old Zhao truly loves your Orchid. Rest assured, the price will not disappoint you."
Hearing this, Old Zhao paused for a moment and looked at Zhang Cuifang with renewed hope.
Zhang Cuifang's face was filled with conflict.
Seeing her hesitation, Xiao Sun quickly cleared his throat and exchanged a knowing glance with Old Village Chief.
Old Village Chief understood the cue and hurriedly added, "Zhang Cuifang, how much could a pot of Orchid be worth? Old Zhao is a significant figure in Jianghe City. If you build a relationship with him, it could benefit Xiao Xuan as well."
At the mention of Chen Xuan, Zhang Cuifang's expression softened slightly, as if she was beginning to waver.
Xiao Sun seized the moment and pressed on. "Don't worry, Ms. Zhang. Old Zhao's offer will not let you down."
That's right!
Old Zhao felt a surge of joy in his heart; he knew Zhang Cuifang was reconsidering. He glanced at the Orchid in his hands and pondered for a moment before saying, "This pot of Orchid is an extremely rare gem that I also admire greatly. How about this: I'll offer three million. Is that acceptable?"
After speaking, Old Zhao looked at Zhang Cuifang expectantly.
Three million?
As soon as Old Zhao finished speaking, Old Village Chief's previously cheerful expression froze. His mouth dropped open in disbelief as he stared incredulously at Old Zhao.
Xiao Sun was taken aback. He had thought that Old Zhao would only offer around forty to fifty thousand at most, and he was already preparing to rush in to pay the bill. He never expected Old Zhao to open his mouth and say three million!
Three million?
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