The Dragon Slayer Sword was wielded perfectly, otherwise, he couldn’t have started from scratch to build such a vast fortune of nearly a hundred million US dollars.
The bald middle-aged man with glasses owns three pawnshops in Las Vegas, but he deals in high-end items, only recollecting the assets of the rich, such as diamonds, movie props, with high risks and high profits. Those he deals with are either company directors or the wives of CEOs, or retired athletes, celebrities.
Most of them are down and out, desperate for cash, either in debt, going through a divorce and splitting assets, or on the verge of bankruptcy.
Those who aren’t lacking money wouldn’t be going to him to sell things.
What he earns is essentially blood money.
He also owns several private properties in Clark County, with tens of millions of dollars at his disposal. He is the one leading the operation for the 17-carat pink diamond this time.
Clark County, ah! A land of Supermen and tycoons.
The General Sect Leader just recently acquired a little antelope, which was instantly bought by a rich guy from Clark County without even blinking an eye, a very memorable impression.
The slightly overweight man next to him also owns two pawnshops in Las Vegas, bringing his son over on a private plane to attend the auction. However, compared to the bald middle-aged man, his business is more low-end, much like old George’s, taking in anything.
From toys with a profit of a few dozen US dollars, bizarre nude art, animal limbs, to larger items like gold, fossils, porcelain jewelry with profits of tens of thousands of US dollars.
Another old man with a gloomy face, looking like he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep, was found to own five pawnshops in San Francisco, but business has been poor recently, resulting in one pawnshop closing down.
Compared to that, old George’s industry advantage seemed to have vanished. He doesn’t have a shop in Las Vegas and his income isn’t that high, likely because his Dragon Slayer Sword isn’t as sharp as these three, nor is his mind as dark.
Allen Zhang was very inquisitive as well, puzzled he asked: "You all already have assets close to tens of millions, you still care about a diamond ring business worth over ten million dollars?"
"The profit might not be large, but it’s certainly real money to be made," said the somewhat portly man Andrew, "Passing up the chance to make money is for fools. Mainly, I want to network at the gathering, in case anyone decides to liquidate their assets, we can step in."
"That guy recently bought a gold-plated Bodhisattva of Compassion from the Qing Dynasty, claiming it was a valuable piece from the last Emperor Puyi’s collection, from a friend in Chinatown. It looked very exquisite in color and condition, but turned out to be a fake. He spent over two million dollars on it and went utterly bankrupt," old George couldn’t help but gloat.
Allen Zhang puzzled, asked: "Are you sure it was the gold-plated Bodhisattva of Compassion?"
"Yes," old George nodded, "That stuff is too risky, I don’t dare touch it. Anything like blue and white porcelain is unreliable, but he thought he had strong backing and ended up getting burned buying it!"
Well, that’s not a problem...
Isn’t that Master Ye’s item?
Allen Zhang had some memory of it. It was the piece he and Sieg had dredged out of the sewer and sent back; also, the fake antique that Master Ye had scammed his friend with. Master Ye turned out to be quite a scoundrel himself, repackaging it and selling it for two million dollars!
This is really a set-up by fate!!
A friend of a friend turns out to be a sucker. Give you a little favor at first, then tell you my friend has some good stuff, and then reel you right into the trap, step by step.
You end up selling yourself and counting the cash for someone else.
Old man Ethan, hearing old George speak ill of him behind his back, also couldn’t help feeling indignant: "Can you blame me? Who would have thought a good friend of seven or eight years would deceive me for two million dollars! Fxxk! I will never buy any antiques from the Orient again! They’re all scammers! All fakes!!"
Unable to hold back his tears of sorrow.
Two million dollars, how many times would he have to engage in unethical deals to earn that back!
"Let’s go inside and find seats first," the bald middle-aged man Colson pushed his glasses and said, "I have also invited a female celebrity, Catherine Newton. I heard she and her agent are attending this auction to sell a personal item."
Allen Zhang was surprised, Catherine Newton? Wasn’t that the actress he met on a private island before? The actress from "Ant-Man 3"?
Her business must be really booming, networking and looking for resources everywhere.
Making money, no holding back.
The group agreed cheerfully and entered the auction together.