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Hearing Zhou Pingyong's words, Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle.
"It should be said that it's not our bad luck, but rather yours. If this Shi Da Xiao's superior is who I think it is, I might know them," Jiang Chen said with a smile. He speculated that Shi Da Xiao's superior was most likely someone from the Dragon Martial Institute, possibly even Zeng Xianyi. Even if it wasn't Zeng Xianyi, Jiang Chen had at least seen someone from the Dragon Martial Institute before; even if he didn't remember them, they would certainly remember him.
"Heh, maybe you know someone, but they don't know you," Zhou Pingyong sneered.
"Let's just wait for him to come over," Jiang Chen replied casually.
"I hope you can remain this calm when he arrives." Seeing Jiang Chen still exuding confidence despite the situation, Zhou Pingyong's smile grew increasingly cold.
"Brother, look at this Golden Buddha; it's so beautiful! I wonder how much it costs?" Jiang Lu tugged at her brother's sleeve, pointing to a Golden Buddha encased in glass nearby. She was unwilling to let her brother waste time talking with Zhou Pingyong and decided to change the subject.
Jiang Chen turned his attention to the Golden Buddha. It emitted a faint aura of Buddhist light and contained a significant amount of spiritual energy, likely accumulated over many years from the influence of a High Monk and the devotion of believers.
"It's quite nice. Do you like it? If you do, we can buy it," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"How about we buy it as a gift for Guan Waipo?" Jiang Lu suggested playfully.
"Sounds good," Jiang Chen nodded in agreement.
"You shouldn't spend so much; this Golden Buddha must be quite valuable, and Guan Waipo shouldn't accept it," the elderly lady interjected quickly.
"Don't worry, Grandma; my brother is very wealthy," Jiang Lu said with a grin.
"Even if he has money, he shouldn't spend it recklessly. A custom-made Golden Buddha in pure gold would only cost hundreds of thousands, but if it's an antique, it could be worth millions or even tens of millions. It's not worth it," the elderly lady expressed her concern for money.
Although the Zhou family was relatively well-off, their disposable cash was limited, and they couldn't afford antiques.
"Miss Yue, please help me secure this Golden Buddha. After the auction ends, we'll settle the bill together," Jiang Chen instructed, showing no concern for money when buying things.
"You really shouldn't; Guan Waipo doesn't need it. By the way, Miss Yue, don't listen to my grandson," the elderly lady insisted.
"Zhou Laotai, I can't go against Mr. Jiang's wishes. The collectibles displayed here are worth at least several tens of millions; Mr. Jiang's gift to you certainly won't be concerned about price—please rest assured," Yue Hui replied with a smile.
The elderly lady could only remain silent in resignation.
Yue Hui called over some staff and inquired in detail about the Golden Buddha. The collectibles on display were indeed for sale, but they had fixed prices that were often higher than auction prices. This particular Golden Buddha had a fixed price of twenty-five million.
To be honest, that price for a Golden Buddha was indeed steep. Yue Hui's company was a jewelry group and could also customize Golden Buddhas; however, since this was something Jiang Chen wanted, the price didn't matter at all.
"Alright, twenty-five million it is. Just leave this Golden Buddha for me, and I'll make the payment after the auction ends," Yue Hui said.
"Understood, President Yue," the staff member nodded. Given Yue Hui's status, there was no need for a deposit if she intended to purchase the Golden Buddha.
"Hold on." Just as the transaction was about to be finalized, an unpleasant voice suddenly interrupted. A group of young people approached, and at the forefront was a young man, around thirty years old. He wore red pants and a checkered suit, his hair slicked back and dyed yellow. Sporting sunglasses, he exuded a strong scent of cologne even before he arrived. It was he who spoke.
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