Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Chapter 190 If You Make It Up Again, I'll Hit You!

Upon completing the task, Song Yun left the City God Temple with a contented heart.

Now, even if he closed all his companies, the money on his books was more than enough for him to squander for dozens of lifetimes. To exchange such a trivial amount of money for such a useful function was a real bargain!

Having left the City God Temple, Song Yun hummed a tune, looking at the so-called antiques on the street stalls outside. Geez, most of the stuff these people were selling was just produced last week, and the price out of their mouths was in the thousands or even tens of thousands—a real lucrative business!

Just as he was planning to visit Liyu Pavilion first to see how his jade was progressing, he encountered a middle-aged man dressed like a migrant worker in front of him. The man was carefully peddling a wrapped item in silk, presenting it to everyone he met.

"My man, isn't your scam a bit too low-level? How is it that after so many years, this trick hasn't gone out of style?"

"Yeah, you're really taking people for fools!"

"Are you going to say that the item is a family heirloom, or you just dug it up from a construction site? Please, if you're going to lie, at least come up with a better story!"

The migrant worker was at a loss due to the few harsh words from the crowd, his face covered in dry wrinkles blushing with shame.

"This thing is really handed down from my ancestors! I'm not lying to you!"

"Sure, sure! Your ancestors must have been rich to know what this item in your hands would be worth if it were real. It could fetch millions!"

"Ah? Is this porcelain really so valuable?"

Passersby chuckled and answered, "This is a great treasure; you should keep it as a family heirloom!"

"I don't want to sell the things left by my ancestors... but I have no choice! My child's mother is still in the hospital waiting for the money to save her life!"

"Make up more stories, go ahead! Let me tell you, it's because of people like you that others look down on the antiques circle!"

"Yeah, get lost, or I'll beat you up!"

The migrant worker didn't understand why the people around him were so hostile. He squatted down in the corner with his head low, wrapping the porcelain and hugging it in his arms, his eyes filled with despair.

Just when the migrant worker thought he was going to return fruitlessly, a distinguished young man approached him.

"Big brother, may I have a look at the item?"

The migrant worker slightly lifted his eyes, smiled bitterly, and said, "Boss, you can look, but I'm honestly not a swindler. This treasure is really handed down from my ancestors!"

The person who approached was Song Yun, who had been watching from a distance for a while. Hearing these words, he teased with a smile, "Big brother, could it be that you had some big shots in your ancestry?"

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The Grand Councilor!"

"Oh?"

Song Yun was originally just curious to learn something new, but now he was genuinely interested.

He asked the migrant worker to unwrap the silk cloth, revealing a brand-new wine pot kiln vessel before him.

Song Yun activated his special vision ability, and the marking on the vessel indicated its era; it could actually be traced back to the Yuan dynasty!

Upon closer inspection, the entire glaze of the porcelain was white with a hint of green, the glaze glossy and translucent. Coupled with its perfect condition, just this wine pot alone could fetch nearly a hundred million at auction!

"What a fine item!"

Song Yun exclaimed in admiration.

The spectators around Song Yun watched with mocking eyes; the young man, clearly new to the trade, had fallen for a scammer's bait. A few of them called out with the intent to tease, "Little brother, since it's such a fine piece, hurry up and pay for it! This 'big brother' here says it's only for 500k!"

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right. I remember a similar wine pot sold at the Jas Auction House for over 90 million. You won't lose out if you buy it!"

"Young man, how long have you been in the business that you can't even spot such an obvious scam? Sigh, I advise you to leave quickly, lest this guy starts clinging to you!"

Song Yun had the construction worker set the wine pot on the ground and looked over it with a joyful expression, sure that he couldn't be mistaken!

You mortals, you don't understand the value of this item!

Such an incredible bargain, yet you see it as a fake. Are your eyes bad, or is my system malfunctioning?

Wait until I buy it and authenticate it—then you'll be the ones crying!

Just as Song Yun was about to inquire about the price, a dodgy-looking middle-aged man, with a woman in a super short skirt and heavy makeup on his arm, walked over.

His eyes weren't big, but they shone with a strong light. When he saw the wine pot, he became very excited, but his seasoned social experience quickly calmed him down.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he squatted next to Song Yun and asked, "Little brother, may I take a look at this item?"

"I haven't finished looking at it."

Song Yun didn't even glance at him. In the antiques circle, there was an unwritten rule: when someone is examining an item, others must not interfere. If he let the other person look at it, that meant the right of first purchase would shift to him.

The sleazy middle-aged man wasn't angry; instead, the gleam in his eyes grew stronger. Since childhood, influenced by his father, he had a natural love for antiques. After growing up and encountering several strokes of luck at stalls, he opened an antique shop at the great City God Temple with the treasures he'd found.

In this business, it's often said that you may not open for three years, but once you do, you're set for the next three. Plus, he had some dirty tricks up his sleeve to acquire genuine antiques, so over the years, he had amassed quite a fortune.

Today, he had only planned to check on his store, but he never expected to find supreme Yuan Dynasty porcelain in such an out-of-the-way place!

This must be destiny calling him to strike it rich!

The middle-aged man didn't take Song Yun seriously. What could a young guy have in terms of money? At worst, he thought he could just drive up the price later, flip the item, and become a billionaire himself!

"Big brother, how much are you looking to sell this treasure for?"

"500,000! Not a penny less, or I'm not selling!"

"Hmm, I heard earlier that your wife is sick, and this is emergency money, right?"

Upon hearing Song Yun's words, the construction worker's face fell; he thought Song Yun was using it to negotiate a lower price!

"Mind your own business about what I plan to do with it. Even if I blow it on booze and women, it's none of your concern!"

"No, you've got me wrong. I have some connections at the Huachuang Private Hospital in Magic Capital. If it really is about your wife being sick, I can help you with that. We can talk about the price of this piece after."

Song Yun honestly loved the porcelain. Having survived a millennium and still in such immaculate condition, no price would be too high.

"Boss, are you serious?"

The construction worker's eyes lit up when he heard this; he too wanted his wife to receive the best treatment. But being low in status and without money, he could only bear seeing her suffer in a district-level hospital.

"Buddy, Huachuang Private Hospital—you know, the top medical facility in Magic Capital! Do you think this young guy could really know such powerful people?"

The middle-aged man kept undermining the construction worker, "Besides, even if he gets you in, just the initial check-ups will cost hundreds of thousands. How long could your porcelain possibly support that?"