"How many gold coins are there approximately?" Huang Kunlun asked with a hint of surprise.

"About a few thousand!" Wang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to overestimate. In reality, he had hundreds of thousands in his Sumeru Ring.

"So many? Where were they dug up?" Huang Kunlun asked again.

"I really don't know. People won't tell me either. Such matters are quite secretive, you understand?" Wang Xiaoqiang knew these coins weren't from Earth, so he did not dare to speak recklessly, just used vague words to brush it off.

"Yes, I understand, I understand... Sorry, I was too presumptuous." Huang Kunlun said, "Then, Mr. Wang, I'll accompany you to Jiadé Auction House tomorrow. I'm quite familiar with the people there."

"Thank you for your trouble," Wang Xiaoqiang replied.

"Not at all, Mr. Wang, if you choose to use my service, it means you think highly of me," said Huang Kunlun.

The next day.

Wang Xiaoqiang and his son, True Person of Taiyi, and Huang Kunlun took a car to Jiadé Auction House.

Huang Kunlun first handed over the gold coin given to him by Wang Xiaoqiang to the appraiser for a look.

The appearance of the gold coin amazed the antique appraisers and auctioneers at the auction house. First of all, the coin was made of pure gold. Its design was very peculiar, and its reliefs were vivid and extremely exquisite.

However, none of the appraisers had ever seen such a coin. Surprised, the appraisers gathered around the coin as if they were grandmasters diagnosing a patient, and immediately began a careful and diligent appraisal. Their caution stemmed from having never seen such a coin before, nor being able to identify its era or place of origin.

Ultimately, the appraisal concluded that the coin was not a forgery, and judging by the engravings on it, it should have high historical value, being very rare and precious!

"Tut-tut, this coin could be from the Xia Dynasty..."

"Absolutely not Xia Dynasty, it should be even older."

"I don't think it's from our country; it looks a bit like Ancient Egypt..."

"Mr. Huang, could you please tell us the origin of this coin? And the quantity of the coins..." a familiar appraiser asked Huang Kunlun.

"The origin is unknown, as for the quantity, there are over a thousand..." Huang Kunlun replied.

"To further appraise, it's best to bring out all the coins," the appraiser suggested.

"This would greatly benefit the auction."

"Alright," Huang Kunlun told Wang Xiaoqiang about this. Wang Xiaoqiang took out a thousand gold coins to be presented.

The appraisers examined each coin with magnifying glasses, studying them, and exclaimed with admiration, "Amazing, the engravings on each coin tell a story, whether a scene, a ritual, or a piece of history..."

"Indeed, these coins surely relate a segment of history."

The appraisers became very interested. Discussions were endless.

However, after researching for half a day, they still couldn't trace the coins' origin and era.

"What should we do? We need to classify them somehow; otherwise, how can we auction them?" The appraisers expressed confusion and helplessness one after the other.

After some discussion, the auction house staff negotiated with Wang Xiaoqiang, proposing these suggestions: One, describe the coins as Ancient Egyptian currency; two, set the base price of each coin at ten thousand RMB.

Wang Xiaoqiang found the proposition feasible, ten thousand per coin, for a thousand coins, that would be ten million. He estimated the coins in his Sumeru Ring numbered no less than five hundred thousand. If auctioned all at that price, it could amount to fifty billion.

Fifty billion would be a colossal fortune, potentially rivalling his global assets.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoqiang felt quietly excited and pleased, with the "Light of Joy" within him shining brightly and growing larger, with potent force.

After agreeing on the auction price, Wang Xiaoqiang left a thousand gold coins behind; he decided to auction off a thousand first; too many might arouse suspicion and attract widespread attention, causing trouble eventually.

On the day of the auction, many people attended. With the wave of a collection craze in society, antiques, jade, jewelry, paintings, and calligraphy... have gradually become the focus of collectors; of course, ancient coins are no exception, remaining a hot topic in the collecting circle.

That morning, at Jiadé Auction House, reporters from major Hong Kong TV stations, newspapers, and websites poured into the auction hall,

The auction hall was crowded with antique collectors and experts in this field, men in suits and impressive brows, women with exquisite makeup and extraordinary temperament, elderly white-haired folks, occasionally flashing rare and expensive watches causing amazement... These people's backgrounds were unknown, but they surely weren't impoverished.

At nine a.m., this unprecedentedly grand auction proceeded as scheduled, in full swing.

"White Kinam Agarwood, 3 grams, starting price three million,"

With the auctioneer's loud shout, an attendant placed a piece of agarwood onto the stage.

"I'll bid three hundred thirty thousand."

"Three hundred fifty thousand."

"Three hundred eighty thousand."

"Four hundred thousand."

"Four hundred fifty thousand."

"Is there a higher bid... Four hundred fifty thousand once, four hundred fifty thousand twice, four hundred fifty thousand thrice... Sold... White Kinam Agarwood, sold for four hundred fifty thousand."

The auctioneer's hammer struck down heavily.

...

Merely 3 grams of agarwood was finally auctioned for four hundred fifty thousand.

"A Thousand-Year Wild Ginseng weighing seven pounds... Starting price ten million, now the auction begins..." the host shouted as an attendant placed a large chunk of ginseng onto the stage.

This ginseng didn't appear as a whole piece, rather a combination of four ginseng roots, fused together. Although the size was stunning, it appeared somewhat inelegant.

The bidders were still many:

"I'll bid eleven million."

"Twelve million..."

"Thirteen million..."

"Sixteen million," a white-haired elder boldly shouted.

"Eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand!" exclaimed a businessman-like fat man, secretly pleased, "Damn, picking a lucky number... Good fortune next year."

After the fat man's shout, silence ensued. Further bids would exceed the estimate.

"Is there a higher bid... eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand once, eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand twice, eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand thrice... Sold!"

The sound of the hammer sealed the auction!

Various herbs, antiques, paintings, and calligraphy took turns appearing, each being auctioned off, now reaching the auction's conclusion. The auctioneer suddenly paused, seeming to prepare emotionally, then shouted with a loud voice and exaggerated expression: "Ancient Egyptian Gold Coins, one thousand pieces... starting price ten million."

As the words were shouted, an attendant beside him struggled to carry a tray, on which a thousand gold coins were neatly arranged, shining brilliantly, dazzlingly magnificent. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to cast your recommendation and monthly votes on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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