Looking at the shop owner’s eyes and the way he protected the item, he seemed to cherish this ornament very much. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Mo Shu felt somewhat regretful, but since the owner was unwilling to part with it, he couldn’t force a sale.
Just as Mo Shu was about to continue browsing, Yu Siqiao directly asked, "How much did you buy it for?"
The owner, with a troubled expression, said, "It’s not about the money..."
Yu Chen had already checked clearly, stepping forward to explain, "Young Master Yu, this piece of agarwood was from a timber auction two years ago, and the final transaction price was six hundred thousand. I’ve asked about the carving work as well; it seems an old artist from the southern region did it, who retired two years ago and rarely produces pieces now."
Hearing the term "Young Master Yu," the owner felt it sounded familiar but couldn’t recall where he had heard it.
Yet, upon hearing Yu Chen’s following words, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, saying, "This gentleman is really amazing to notice that. Yes, indeed, I am reluctant to part with it, as Master Wang no longer works. It also took me a lot of effort to have him carve this piece, and money is a minor issue..."
"Three million," Yu Siqiao said coolly. "Would you sell it?"
The owner was stunned.
He clearly knew that the wood itself was only six hundred thousand, and even with the carving work, it wasn’t worth one million two hundred thousand.
This young man, right off the bat, offered three million!
The owner quickly added, "It really isn’t about the money. Mainly, I’m very fond of it..."
"Five million," Yu Siqiao spoke again, casually adding, "Just to make a friend."
"Just to make a friend."
A commonplace phrase that couldn’t be more ordinary, yet Mo Shu found it rather intriguing, looking up to give him a few more glances.
The owner’s face turned red, and he fell silent for a moment, looking like he was struggling tremendously as he said, "Alright."
The onlookers: "......"
What happened to it not being about the money?
The crowd wanted to look down on him, but they found they simply couldn’t, leaving them with nothing but envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Later, when the owner and the people around him found out who this ’Young Master Yu’ was, they understood just how precious his casual phrase "Just to make a friend" was, almost making them cry with jealousy.
In the end, Mo Shu touched the agarwood ornament, unable to let go, and said, "It’s so beautiful, I really love it."
It’s just that five million is too much.
Yu Siqiao, observing her adorable mannerism, smiled and took her hand, saying, "As long as you like it, let’s go."
Mo Shu watched as the ornament was packaged and asked, "Aren’t you picking one for Grandma?"
"I’ve already chosen."
"What did you choose?"
Mo Shu exclaimed, "How did you know my grandma likes paintings?"
"Just asked around a bit, what’s so rare about that?" Yu Siqiao looked at her dismissively, but finding her curious expression cute, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly and said, "Let’s head back."
Mo Shu huffed, "Then what gift did you pick for Grandpa? His birthday is coming up too."
Mo Shu thought about it and ventured, "My grandpa also likes wood, especially agarwood, and he likes collecting various chess sets. I think you would give him an agarwood chess set!"
She sounded quite certain towards the end.
However, Mo Shu quickly felt something was off, "It can’t be, it seems like you gave him agarwood last year, maybe you’ll choose something different this year?"