As Chen Xiaobei observed the mysterious old man, Qin Bo, he couldn't help but marvel at the extraordinary strength emanating from the elderly figure. Despite the old man appearing to be around 80 years old, Chen Xiaobei sensed a vitality that surpassed his age by at least 50 years. The Lan family's ability to retain such a remarkable individual in their service spoke volumes about the family's formidable heritage.
"Qin Bo, I'd like to purchase some gold, and I'd appreciate your assistance in handling the transaction," Lan Mengchen respectfully requested, her tone indicating a relationship that transcended mere employment.
"Gold? Hasn't Miss always expressed disdain for such possessions? May the old servant have a look?" Qin Bo inquired.
"Please, Qin Bo." Chen Xiaobei promptly presented the small gold ingot for inspection.
Qin Bo examined the ingot, and to both Chen Xiaobei's and Lan Mengchen's surprise, his expression shifted to one of astonishment. "Young man! Are you truly intending to sell this ingot?"
Perplexed, Chen Xiaobei questioned, "Is there a problem with selling it?"
Even Lan Mengchen widened her eyes in curiosity, unfamiliar with Qin Bo's unusual reaction.
"This is a Tang Dynasty ingot, an exceedingly rare find today. Its exceptional preservation makes it even more valuable," Qin Bo remarked as he carefully examined the artifact.
Tang Dynasty! Chen Xiaobei's heart skipped a beat with excitement. His seemingly ordinary jewelry from Brother 2 turned out to be a well-preserved collection of Tang Dynasty antiques. This unexpected revelation promised a significant fortune.
"Qin Bo, please appraise its value. I genuinely wish to sell," Chen Xiaobei stated, considering exchanging the ancient artifacts for more modern currency, the red soft girl coins.
"If you're certain about selling, I believe 600,000 is a fair price," Qin Bo proposed confidently.
Six hundred thousand? Chen Xiaobei felt as though his brain had short-circuited. This seemingly insignificant ingot, initially valued at thirty thousand, was now estimated at six hundred thousand—a twentyfold increase!
The concept was staggering. Ten such ingots would amount to six million! The implications were mind-boggling for Chen Xiaobei, who realized that his seemingly humble possessions held immense wealth.
Overwhelmed with joy, Chen Xiaobei agreed to the deal and revealed that he possessed an additional nine identical ingots. Qin Bo, initially taken aback, eagerly agreed to acquire the entire collection.
As Qin Bo transferred six million to Chen Xiaobei's account, reality set in for the young man. The sudden windfall promised a dramatic change in his life.
"Calm down, Chen Xiaobei! Don't let the money drive you crazy!" Lan Mengchen advised, watching his elation.
Attempting to steady himself, Chen Xiaobei responded, "I still have nine more of these ingots. Could Qin Bo collect them all?"
"What!? You have nine more?" Qin Bo exclaimed, momentarily forgetting Lan Mengchen's desire to purchase gold.
"Collect them! Such antique treasures are rarely found. If you're willing to sell, I'll gladly accept them!" Qin Bo displayed a genuine appreciation for the artifacts.
Ecstatic with the unexpected turn of events, Chen Xiaobei handed over the additional nine ingots. As Qin Bo initiated the transfer, Chen Xiaobei realized that his life was about to undergo a remarkable transformation.
Meanwhile, Lan Mengchen and Chen Xiaobei decided to return to school. With Rolls-Royce as their mode of transport, the luxury vehicle became an integral part of their journey.
"Why were you at the jewelry store today? You don't strike me as someone who's into jewelry," Chen Xiaobei inquired.
"I planned to buy a birthday present for my grandmother next week. Unfortunately, I haven't found the right one," Lan Mengchen explained with a hint of disappointment.
"What kind of jewelry does your grandma like? There are so many shops; it shouldn't be that hard to find," Chen Xiaobei suggested.
"My grandmother prefers elegant antique objects, but the current styles are too extravagant for her taste," Lan Mengchen sighed.
"Hah! This is serendipity!" Chen Xiaobei grinned, revealing the contents of his backpack. "Take a look; perhaps you'll find something you like."
Three gold urns and three jade urns, acquired from Gao Laozhuang by Brother 2, were authentic antiques with a simple and elegant style.
"Oh my God! Tang Dynasty Antiques!" Qin Bo, driving the vehicle, exclaimed from the rearview mirror, nearly veering off the road.
"Qin Bo!?" Lan Mengchen exclaimed, concerned about the sudden change in her usually composed driver.
"Mr. Chen's items are all Tang antiques! The style, the craftsmanship—there's no mistaking it!" Qin Bo expressed his excitement.
"All antiques?" Lan Mengchen's eyes widened in surprise.
Chen Xiaobei, grinning, assured her, "Rest assured, these are genuine. Feel free to choose one."
"Well, then I'll choose this white jade cymbal. The pattern on it reflects ancient life, and its meaning and style are appealing," Lan Mengchen decided.
Chen Xiaobei handed Bai Yuchen to Lan Mengchen and presented Jin Fengyu and Mo Yuyu to Qin Bo, expressing his gratitude. "These two are gifts for both of you. Thanks to your help, I avoided a loss with my little gold ingot."
"Young man! Don't act too impulsively. The three items you're giving away are conservatively valued at more than 10 million!" Qin Bo warned sternly.