Zheng Zhiguang highly valued Yun Yan’s opinion, after all, he was just an ordinary person, with only a partial understanding of the affairs in the Martial Arts World, whereas Yun Yan was a genuine Martial Artist, definitely more knowledgeable than him.
Of course, most importantly, the calligraphy was produced by Ye Qingzhou!
Zheng Zhiguang wouldn’t dare underestimate such a mysterious young man like Ye Qingzhou.
So he directly picked up the phone and dialed the number of his "good brother" Yi Wantong: "Old Yi, Happy New Year... By the way, did you receive Ye Qianlong’s calligraphy?"
Yi Wantong was quite puzzled: "I received it, is there any issue?"
"What do you think of it?"
Zheng Zhiguang tentatively asked.
"I think it’s okay."
Yi Wantong’s response was sowhat perfunctory. Apparently, the gift he previously sent was very expensive, and Ye Qingzhou reciprocated only with a single character "sword". Although he didn’t say it outright, he felt a bit uncomfortable inside.
Businessn dislike "losing out" the most.
Of course, Yi Wantong wasn’t foolish enough to voice his dissatisfaction since he needed to curry favor with Ye Qingzhou, not the other way around.
So even if he felt shortchanged, he had to pretend to be happy and swallow it.
Zheng Zhiguang, who was a sharp character, imdiately understood that Yi Wantong hadn’t discovered the secret in the calligraphy. He confidently stated his offer: "I offer five million, sell it to , how about it?"
"Five million?"
Yi Wantong instantly beca wary and tried to casually ask, "You’re spending so much to buy a piece of calligraphy?"
"Old Yi, stop probing, ten million, sell it or not, be straightforward. I might as well tell you, I’m spending money on the calligraphy to ingratiate myself with Ye Qianlong. Once I get it back, I’ll say my niece Shuyi is a calligraphy enthusiast, and have her visit with it to seek guidance, creating an opportunity for the two to be alone."
"Damn, Old Zheng, are you for real?"
Yi Wantong believed Zheng Zhiguang’s nonsense and teased him: "I’ve heard, Ye Qianlong already has the daughter from our Linjiang Xu Clan by his side, she hails from a Martial Arts Family, is a beauty of great charm, with extraordinary martial arts talent. Spending so much, be careful you’re just fetching water with a bamboo basket in the end."
Within the Linjiang Comrce Association, there were countless people looking to form alliances with Ye Qingzhou, but most quietly retreated upon seeing Xu Yuebing with him and the Linjiang Xu Clan around.
This corner just can’t be dug!
Clearly, Yi Wantong was poking fun at Zheng Zhiguang for wasting money, thinking what a waste to spend ten million that way.
What if it angers the Linjiang Xu Clan, and when they suppress him, would Ye Qingzhou step in to stop it?
The thought seems utterly impossible!
In Yi Wantong’s eyes, Zheng Zhiguang seed senile.
Zheng Zhiguang couldn’t be bothered to explain; his intention was to mislead Yi Wantong deliberately, so he just pretended to be impatient: "Ten million, are you selling or not? If not, I’ll go to Old Liu."
"Sell! Only a fool wouldn’t sell!"
Yi Wantong quickly sold the calligraphy in his possession to Zheng Zhiguang, with Yun Yan coming to collect it personally, moving with such speed that even Yi Wantong was a bit surprised.
"Hello President Yi, I’m Yun Yan, President Zheng is my uncle."
"Oh, he ntioned you, the calligraphy is here."
Yi Wantong wanted to invite Yun Yan to stay for a al; after all, he was handso, reputedly a Professional Level Martial Artist, and was Zheng Zhiguang’s nephew, an excellent candidate for an alliance by marriage.
But Yun Yan, having already made it to a mid-level position at Heart Evil Stream, naturally didn’t fancy Yi Shuqi, nor the minor business of Wan Tong Logistics Group. What’s more, he was eager to head to Liu Jinhao’s place to get the third calligraphy piece, so he politely declined Yi Wantong’s invitation, promising to visit next ti.
Just as Yi Wantong was basking in the joy of earning ten million, he saw his daughter, Yi Shuqi, co downstairs, curiously asking, "Dad, who was the guest just now?"
"Oh, that was your Uncle Zheng’s nephew, a top student from Modu University’s Martial Arts Academy. Just three years after graduation, he’s already a Professional Level Martial Artist, with boundless prospects."
"Did he co to wish us a Happy New Year?"
"Haha, no, he ca to give your dad money."
After saying that, Yi Wantong recounted the earlier transaction, in which a single calligraphy piece sold for ten million. In his view, this deal was imnsely profitable.
However, Yi Shuqi’s expression changed after hearing this, and she exclaid in shock: "Dad, did you sell the calligraphy Ye Qingzhou gifted our family?"
"Yes, for ten million."
Yi Wantong said this with a certain pride.
Yi Shuqi sighed deeply and said, "Dad, do you know, just now, Yuan Jingfei was bragging in the group with us Zhicheng Middle School friends that Celestial Sword Sikong Jingming visited her ho to wish them for the New Year."
"What? Sikong Martial Saint! He actually arrived in our Linjiang City?"
Yi Wantong was extrely shocked, having been totally unaware of such news. He felt instant regret, imagining he had missed out on tons of profit.
But Yi Shuqi said, "That’s not the point. The key is, Sikong Martial Saint only took one thing after arriving at the Yuan Family, sothing he himself requested."
"What thing?"
Yi Wantong suddenly felt a vague sense of unease.
"It’s the ’sword’ character written by Ye Qingzhou."
"!!!"
Yi Wantong was not stupid. On the contrary, for him to expand his logistics business from a small courier station to a logistics group worth hundreds of billions, with his own warehouses and supermarkets in several cities in Xiang Province, this sufficiently proved his business acun and skill.
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