"You think quite beautifully, but you can't always cultivate in my ring,"

"I can transform, my body can change size at will, don't believe me, watch." Sea Dragon said, and whoosh, it turned into a beast the size of a tiger.

This indeed startled the two of them, the transformation was too drastic. It had turned from a pet to something so small.

"Can you get any smaller?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked hopefully.

"Sure, watch this!" Sea Dragon cried out loud.

Whoosh, it turned into the size of a cat.

Qiao Zhi clapped her hands and said, "That's awesome, it's like a pet..."

"Well, it can be kept as a pet then," Wang Xiaoqiang said. "Actually, there's no need to keep it in the Sumeru Ring, this is quite nice."

Wang Xiaoqiang beckoned with his hand. The Sea Dragon jumped onto his hand and said, "Master, Sea Dragon is now your pet, ready to enjoy the prosperity of the land with you."

"However, Sea Dragon, you're too peculiar. If there are other people around, you'll still need to stay inside my ring,"

"No problem, master, I understand. Rest assured."

So, Wang Xiaoqiang took Sea Dragon ashore with him.

That evening, in a hotel private room, Wang Xiaoqiang ordered a table full of dishes, took out a jar of wine from the ring, and then released Sea Dragon from the ring. Together with Qiao Zhi and Sea Dragon, they tasted the fine wine from the sunken ship.

The moment the wine was opened, a rich aroma filled the air, incredibly enticing, even someone with a nasal condition could smell the extraordinary wine. Wang Xiaoqiang poured a glass, dabbed some wine with his finger, and with a flick, a bright trail of liquid appeared.

Wow!

Both Qiao Zhi and Sea Dragon exclaimed, this wine must be at least a thousand years old.

They started to drink, and the jar was soon emptied. After finishing the wine, Sea Dragon went to sleep in the Sumeru Ring, and Wang Xiaoqiang also went to sleep with Qiao Zhi.

The next day, Wang Xiaoqiang and Qiao Zhi returned to the villa and then Wang Xiaoqiang decided to take a piece of Yuan Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain to the auction house to be sold. The main thing was still to find out what that fabric was, asking experts to appraise it.

Hong Kong Baoyuan Auction House is a well-known and long-established auction house in Hong Kong.

When Wang Xiaoqiang brought the silk to Baoyuan Auction House, he immediately shocked the appraisers and auctioneers there, for it was not ordinary silk but rare Green Silk, made by a special kind of silkworm. This kind of silk doesn't rot in water and can remain preserved for a thousand years without decay. They had never seen such silk before, and amazed, the appraisers gathered around the silk like grandmasters diagnosing a patient, cautiously and seriously conducting their appraisal. They eventually confirmed that it was indeed that rare Green Silk—a very precious find! Even the experienced and steady appraisers let out a cry of astonishment. On the auction day, with the rise of a collectible craze in society, antiques, jade, jewelry, paintings, and even herbs gradually became the focus of collectors. On the morning the auction was to begin, journalists from all major radio stations, newspapers, and websites flocked to Baoyuan Auction House. The scene was full of avid collectors and seasoned experts, men in suits looking distinguished, women with exquisite makeup and elegant demeanor, and white-haired elders exposing world-famous luxury watches on their wrists... These people's identities were unclear, but they were certainly not the poor.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the auction began grandly and was in full swing.

"White Kinam Agarwood, 3 grams, starting at three million."

As the auctioneer shouted, a waiter brought a piece of Agarwood onto the stage. "I bid three million three hundred thousand."

"Three million five hundred thousand."

"Three million eight hundred thousand."

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"Four million."

"Four million five hundred thousand."

"Any higher bids...four million five hundred thousand for the first time, four million five hundred thousand for the second time, four million five hundred thousand for the third time...sold...the White Kinam Agarwood, for four million five hundred thousand."

The auctioneer's gavel came down with a thud.

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A mere 3 grams of agarwood was ultimately sold for four million five hundred thousand.

"Thousand-Year Wild Ginseng, weighing seven jins..., starting at ten million, we begin the auction..." As the host called out, the attendant brought a large ginseng root to the stage. The ginseng looked not like a single root but rather a conglomeration of four roots fused together; although its size was quite impressive, it seemed somewhat unseemly.

The bids came from many:

"I bid eleven million."

"Twelve million..."

"Thirteen million..."

"Sixteen million," a white-haired old man shouted vigorously.

"Eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand!" a rotund businessman dressed in merchant attire blurted out, secretly proud, "damn, going for an auspicious number...for good fortune next year."

After the stout man shouted his bid, the room fell silent. The price had exceeded the estimates.

"Any more bids...eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand for the first time, eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand for the second time, eighteen million eight hundred eighty thousand for the third time...sold!"

With a bang of the gavel, it was decided!

At this point, the auction was nearing its conclusion. The auctioneer suddenly paused as if to gather momentum, and then he called out with a loud voice and exaggerated expression, "Yuan Dynasty Blue and White Jar Depicting Guiguzi Descending, with a starting price of 200 million..."

This Yuan Dynasty Blue and White Jar Depicting Guiguzi Descending was naturally the auction item brought by Wang Xiaoqiang. Those silks, Wang Xiaoqiang would not auction off, because that was a treasure no longer found in the world, priceless and irreplaceable.

"I bid two hundred and fifty million..."

"Two hundred and ten million..."

"Two hundred and twenty million..."

"Two hundred and fifty million!" a middle-aged gentleman in the front row called out, thinking this bid should deter any further competition.

Indeed, no one made a bid for quite some time.

The auctioneer too thought the bidding war had ended and announced, "The gentleman here bids two hundred and fifty million, is there anyone willing to bid higher?"

"I bid two hundred and eighty million!" A young lady raised the bid by thirty million. Upon close observation, one would discover that although she was young, she was neither a local nor a pure-blooded Z country citizen, but a blue-eyed, sharp-nosed woman of mixed heritage. Those who attended the previous auction still remembered this exceptional lady, who had boldly secured the Agarwood Bed for five billion. Later, it was said she made a profit of one billion when she resold it. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to cast your vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com).

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