Chapter Eighty-Seven: Back to Songjiang

  On the plane, He Ming opened a box, inside which were three things wrapped in layers of paper scraps, namely the Yuan Dynasty artifacts found in Chairman's backyard, which He Ming had taken away from Zhou Qingyun's home before leaving, and Zhou Qingyun had tried to persuade He Ming to stay by using every means possible.

  He Ming finally got rid of his wife and hastily boarded a military plane, flying to Songjiang at the fastest speed. It turned out that only three inferior gemstones were left in his pocket from the small bag of gems.

  With nothing to do, He Ming took a look at the Yuan Dynasty artifacts. The exquisite sheep fat white jade Qilin, the authentic works of Ba Si Ba, the noble seal of Huazhizi, were all extremely delicate and precious cultural relics. In the past, even if Mr. He Ming, who was poor, could only take a glance, but now, on this military transport plane, he had acquired even more precious and numerous high-quality artifacts, totaling 91 pieces. Both He Ming and Gao Tianyuan were connoisseurs who would not collect anything that was not of the highest quality.

  However, He Ming is even more ruthless. As soon as he gets a treasure, he wants to sell it and exchange the elegant and precious artwork for vulgar and low-grade RMB. But He Ming has magical glasses, so treasures are not a problem, what's important is making money, constantly exploring treasures, then selling them, and finally looking at the increasing amount in his bank account is truly delightful!

  He Ming got off the car in front of the company building, it was already 9:40. He first made a phone call to Xue Hu, informing him that tonight's training would be changed to Songjiang. Unexpectedly, Xue Hu replied lazily, "I've arrived long ago. The internal guards informed me before you boarded the plane that you were coming to Songjiang. I took a large military transport plane and arrived in Songjiang with everyone else. This is good too, after finishing training tonight, we are required by our superiors to undergo new physical tests, so be prepared."

  He Ming walked towards Ying Qun who was approaching him and said: "I know, I'm going to hang up now."

  "Little brother, you've grown taller and more handsome in just a few days. What have you been eating?"

  Ying Qun stared at He Ming, really couldn't believe it, He Ming had undergone a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering change in just a few days.

  He Ming shrugged his shoulders, and as for the changes in his body, even if he were the king of bragging, he couldn't think of a good way to explain it. It was only natural that a waste like him would need several years of hard practice to build up some muscle, let alone reach He Ming's level of robustness, which was as strong as steel. Just looking at him from afar would scare away even tigers. It was hopeless for his entire life. Just like how humans can't transform into tigers.

  "What can I do? I had no choice but to let out a loud cry and say, 'Actually, I don't know either.'"

  Yingqun laughed and patted He Ming on the back, then looked at the huge backpack behind him and said, "Are there good things inside? Aren't you afraid of crushing them?"

  He Ming shook his head and said, "It won't work. Go take a look at something good."

  He Ming couldn't explain this either, because the alien's tech backpack used unimaginable technology that wouldn't be damaged by weight. Plus it was waterproof, fireproof, shockproof, anti-theft and more.

  He Ming followed Ying Qun into her company, where a large group of employees came to greet them, about fifty or so. Looking around the hall, it was decorated in a Western style, with everything being high-end goods: yew wood flooring, Italian furniture, and luxurious lighting fixtures worth tens of thousands of dollars.

  In front of him was a golden sign with the words "Qun Yang Art Company" and four beautiful women bowed to him, saying: "Welcome, Master He Ming."

  He Ming waved his hand, and several MM recognized him, guessing that they had just used the computer to look at his super-bullish post. He Ming asked: "Ying Jie, it's almost 10 o'clock now, are you still working on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year?"

  "Hey, it's not that my company is always busy, but when business comes in, I'm required to work. Now a big deal has come in and I've been temporarily notified to come to work, with quite a bit of overtime pay. Little brother, you never disappoint me, right?"

  He Ming revealed a mysterious smile, "Wait and you'll know."

  Entering the spacious underground room, the lights were bright and the entire company's appraisal team of about 40 people was present. There were also more than a dozen professor-level experts from Huang Lao who couldn't stay idle, having long known He Ming's great name, and several dozen experts who came specifically for the Buddha's true relics.

  As soon as He Ming walked in, everyone surrounded him. He Ming had to exert a lot of effort before he could start putting his things on a table.

  "Shang Dynasty beast-faced tripod, can this thing be obtained? Although the country's management of cultural relics is chaotic, this thing is too shocking, well-preserved, basically no major damage..."

  "So many Western Han jade artifacts? Wow wow wow, so many ghosts and cultural relics, all of them are fine pieces. Did you rob the ghosts and the National Museum?"

  "The glaze of this tea set is truly beyond imagination, perfect in every way, a masterpiece, worth a whole city!"

  "Muramasa Warrior Sword? National Treasure-level Warrior Sword?"

  Everyone present was stunned and deeply shocked. After years of auctioning art, Yingqun, who had seen a lot and knew a lot, was also unbelievable. He didn't quite believe it at first, so Minghe asked many appraisal experts to prepare a large number of staff for cleaning, photography, and preparation for the auction.

  "How's that, I can guarantee that the route is completely problem-free, not stolen or robbed from underground. It was obtained entirely from a collector." He Ming said with a proud smile, thinking to himself that the little devil's divine fruit was indeed powerful.

  "It's indescribable, how much money did you pay?" Ying Qun asked.

  He Ming shrugged his shoulders, "Astronomical figures, so big that you can't even find them." Because not a single cent was spent, they couldn't be found at all.

  "When can it be settled? Auction as soon as possible? All labor costs, appraisal fees are on my head. Don't be like the Republic of China porcelain I gave you last time, which has not been sold yet."

  "Your Republic-era porcelain is in good condition, but it's not worth much. You might be able to sell it for a few million at most. This time, we have some truly exceptional pieces that could break records at auction, estimated to fetch over 10 billion. Since you're eager to move quickly, let's work through the night and get everything ready. We'll start advertising tomorrow or the day after, especially among collectors and enthusiasts. Hehe, it's going to be a great show!"

  He Ming nodded with a pleasant expression, "However, 20% auction tax is too high, isn't it?"

  Ying Qunbai smiled and said, "It's not clear on the phone, what I mean is that first we'll have our expert appraise the market price, which is 1 million. The auction price may be 1.1 million. The auction tax will be calculated at 20% of 100,000, which is 2 million in auction tax."

  He Ming was shocked to hear this and said, "So that's how it is! No wonder I still felt something was off. The auction tax is so high, who would still want to bid? So that's the case, then it's great that the market price is set a bit higher! Better to have no sale than to be scared by the tax!"

  Mr. Ying looked at the incredible fine art pieces, usually one piece would be astonishing enough, now there were so many, his company was going to make a name for itself. With a smile all over his face, he said: "I'll take care of this, I'll have my staff draw up a contract first, you're entrusting me with the auction of 94 fine art pieces, along with photos, all guaranteed authentic. Then they'll carefully clean them up, take pictures and create an auction catalog for promotion!"

  He Ming nodded and talked some more, during which he made a phone call. Of course, it was essential to let others appreciate the great Buddha's true appearance. Ying Qun's eyes lit up as he advised He Ming to make the Buddha's true appearance the main event for publicity, priced at 8.8 billion yuan.

  He Ming heard this price and immediately agreed, obediently nodded, my god, 88 billion yuan?

  He Ming didn't hold out much hope, but Ying Qun said: "This Beiyue Scripture is extraordinary and sacred, it's absolutely a true relic of the Buddha. There are over 800 million Buddhist followers worldwide, think about their potential purchasing power? A work of God? The domestic Buddhist exchange organizations have enormous financial resources, they will definitely make an offer. So, we must increase publicity and hype, the money will come from your auction fees, okay? This time I'll take a commission on the auction, no need to give me a share."

  "No problem, no problem." He Ming laughed so hard his face distorted. The cash in his bank still had over 300 million, an astronomical figure for others, but his craving for money was endless, after all the poor days in the past were too painful.

  He loves a sentence, Q signature is written like this: RMB is my blood, gold is my bone, diamond is my soul.

  "Great, great, everything is up to you, Sister Ying." After signing the contract, He Ming saw Old Man Ying excitedly admiring the Buddha's relic, his white hair and frail body, and a thought flashed in his eyes, "Your grandfather should be over 70 years old, right?"

  Ying was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "My grandfather is 85 years old."

  "A surprise for you and your grandfather."

  He Ming took out the Tianyuan chicken egg from his wallet, weighed it in his hand, and thought that he should repay Ying Qun's family for their help. After all, they had helped him earn so much money, and would soon be earning even more, astronomical amounts of money.

  Although Ying Qun didn't understand, he still called his own grandfather to a deserted room. He Ming placed the egg in the palm of his hand and said: "It may seem like a myth, but this is real. If you eat this egg, old people become young, ugly women become beautiful women, and disabled people become good people. What happens next, you must keep absolutely secret. I currently can't explain it, but you are a political family, maybe there's some news."

  After finishing, let the old Englishman eat this "egg". The old Englishman looked at it with a magnifying glass for half a day, and a playful smile appeared on his face. "Rejuvenation? Disabled people getting better? Hehe, the egg is not bad. Okay, I'm old, I'll try my luck."

  The British old man ate the egg and closed his eyes to feel the taste. "The taste is pretty good, similar to the meat of a large lobster, very delicious."

  Ying Qun watched all of this, and she vaguely had an astonishing idea. She understood He Ming, disliked pretending to be fake, everything he put out was genuine, but this matter was too absurd.

  But soon, Ying Qun took a few steps back, his eyes wide with an incredulous expression. He Ming also watched the entire process, and unlike Lan Jie's transformation into a normal person, Ying Lao simply shed his old skin without turning into a cocoon, slowly becoming younger from an elderly man, as if time was rapidly flowing backwards on this person's body.

  The English old man with a playful smile was shocked, how could he not feel the change in himself, his vision began to clear up, the noise from the next room became clear, the old skin on his hands fell off, his hunched back gradually straightened, and all the wrinkles, age spots, etc. completely changed!

  A few minutes later, Old Man Ying transformed into a man in his forties. Good heavens! Ying Qun had never seen her grandfather's youthful appearance before, but judging from her and Ying Yang's looks, she knew that Grandfather must have been a handsome guy too. Indeed, a very masculine and elegant middle-aged man appeared. The only thing was that the clothes he wore were a bit laughable, having become short, small, and tight-fitting.

  The Englishman was speechless, the old man looked at himself and his emotions were hard to express. He finally let out a bitter laugh and said: "It's good that my wife passed away early, otherwise she would have been scared to death seeing me like this."

  He Ming saw that everything was settled and wanted to leave. He said something about keeping it absolutely confidential, and casually added "You're too handsome, old English", then waved goodbye.

  "Ah, I just saw that weird post of yours," Ying Qun said lightly. "So you're looking for something like this? If you found it, then those people on the list must have gotten it too, right?"

  He Ming nodded and said lightly, "The chairman has become young again. And Vice Chairman Li Yun. Look at my first-class red medal, and there's another good news, I've been promoted to senior colonel, the same rank as your brother!" He Ming took out his first-class red gold medal from his wallet to show off.

  The English man showed no interest and let out a long sigh, saying seriously: "So you're saying you also have something that can restore a woman's youth?"

  "Of course, unfortunately, they were all snatched up by others."

  Ying Qun's face changed from surprise to anger, she said word by word: "Leave some for me! Ah La is your elder sister!"

  He Ming nodded repeatedly and finally left the Qun Yang Art Company, looked at his watch, it was already 10:50. He had originally wanted to go see Liu Xiaolian too. But rushing back to his Chun Zhi Yuan Hotel, he estimated it would be after 11 o'clock, and Xue Hu would come knocking on his door again!

  He Ming shook his head, too busy, really, took out his phone, and the free driver, Xue Hu's captain came immediately.

  A dark green military vehicle stopped in front of He Ming, the door opened, and Xue Hu, wearing a camouflage uniform, beckoned to He Ming, "Come on, get on the car quickly."

  He Ming got on the car, and inside were familiar faces, including his three subordinates, Lin Jiuzong boss, and Xue Hu Shangxiao. They all saluted him with respect and asked how he was doing.

  Xue Hu shrugged and said with a bitter smile, "You don't know what you're doing. The higher-ups agreed to let you have another handgun, so I'll give you the Colt M1911 you chose last time." He handed over a gun case and the corresponding firearm license. He Ming set his fingerprint, opened it, and saw an exquisite handgun.

  "Cool, the era of Double Guns He Ming has arrived." He Ming couldn't help but smile, closing the box and putting it into his backpack.

  Xue Hu and others found He Ming's abnormality again, this change was even more enormous and inexplicable. He Ming could only scratch his nose and pretend to be ignorant, as if my intelligence had regressed to that of a three-year-old.

  Xue Hu was at a loss, saying: "What the f**k did you do? You actually rose from middle school to high school in one go? From New Year's Eve to today, only five days have passed, brother, five days, from middle school to high school!"

  "He Ming smiled mysteriously and said: 'Have you seen my post? Don't tell me you haven't. I can't explain, but some unspeakable secrets have already been spoken.'"

  Agent Zhou Fung's thoughts were meticulous and he immediately said: "Captain, did you carry out some special tasks and achieve great merits, so you got promoted?"

  "Brilliant!" He Ming raised his thumb and said, "Brilliant, listen to the reason he gave for my promotion. It can also explain the reason why I became stronger."

  Xue Hu's face turned red with rage: "What are you talking about? Everyone knows you've done something big, the question is what exactly happened?"

  "What's wrong with you? Don't you know that state secrets need to be kept confidential? As a colonel, I'm ashamed to be on the same level as you. Your principle of confidentiality..."

  "I'd beat you to death, you little rabbit! Without me, you wouldn't even be an officer, right? You just crawled up to colonel and dare to pretend in front of me?" The car was in a mess for ten minutes before He Ming got out, looked around, and saw the distant lights shining brightly, forming a beautiful picture on the water's surface. Meanwhile, his side was in a military camp with only a few lights and searchlights.

  "Isn't this the Huangpu River?" He Ming asked, Xue Hu had a mind to retaliate against He Ming's attitude of asking three questions without knowing earlier, and deliberately put on an air of ignorance that He Ming often had, scratching his nose with a contemptuous expression, saying: "Huangpu River? Where is it? What thing, can you eat it?"

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  Explaining the problem of nouveau riche is really troublesome after being banned from speaking.

  I personally don't dislike nouveau riche, if someone throws money at me, I'll definitely like it.

  This is true, on this website, all authors will like a reader who throws them 100 million starting coins.

  To put it in a grandiose way, you haven't become the Monkey King because you haven't met the person who will give you seven tattoos.

  Similarly, you dislike nouveau riche because you haven't met someone who would give you one million dollars.

  It's like that, similarly, you think the protagonist is so stupid, maybe it's because my writing skills are not enough, after all I'm a rookie, never written such a long article, can't help but lose control, but if you really think he's stupid, then unfortunately, what a tragedy, my friend.

  Replying to A113, from now on, for similar questions, I can only shrug my shoulders.