Chapter 140

C140 – Good Gift

Boss Zhu was initially furious, but the sight before him made him rise to his feet in an instant.

Lee Tiankuo quickly brought the item over and after examining it intently for a while, he let out a sigh.

“You’re truly impressive.”

Truth be told, everyone present knew the reality of the situation, even without Lee Tiankuo’s acknowledgment.

Having worked on Antique Street for many years, their judgment was sharp.

Boss Zhu was on the verge of tears.

He had hoped to turn a profit and perhaps gain a friend in the process. Instead, his predicament had only worsened.

Zhang Tao was equally taken aback.

A heavyweight in the capital, he wielded considerable status and power.

Yet, even for someone of his stature, the unfolding events were startling.

The sophistication of the forgery was remarkable, but it had been exposed by the young man. They had been outsmarted by someone much younger.

The forger had been clever, indeed.

The bowl was so thin and delicate that most would refrain from handling it too much.

Hence, the adhesive used wasn’t very strong.

It only needed to maintain a semblance of integrity.

But the forger likely never anticipated that today, a young man would shatter it outright.

The thought still sent shivers down Zhang Tao’s spine.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Zhang Tao replied with a smile, giving President Chen a reassuring pat on the shoulder. His attention then shifted to Su Ming. “Young man, you have an impressive eye for detail. Without you, I might have been duped today.”

Lee Tiankuo chimed in with a grin, “I’ve always prided myself on my discerning abilities, but I must admit, I pale in comparison to this young man.”

Laughter filled the air, dissipating any lingering discomfort from earlier.

He promptly left the parking lot in his car.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Tao, Su Ming and Zhang Tongtong exchanged contact details before heading their separate ways.

President Chen had initially planned to join Su Ming in the fields for some work, but after a moment’s hesitation, he refrained from asking. Su Ming had, after all, told him not to come today. With a heavy heart, President Chen returned home, while Su Ming made his way back to the fields.

Upon his return, Su Ming observed that the construction workers had nearly completed the perimeter wall. At this rate, the job would be finished within two days. Yet, Su Ming noticed another group of laborers busily working on a small patch of open ground just beyond the area.

Su Ming didn’t dwell on the construction noise, chalking it up to likely being a city-planned project that had no bearing on him. Yet, no sooner had he entered the courtyard than the sound of a car engine drew his attention to the gate. Turning around, Su Ming spotted a black car that seemed vaguely familiar.

As he pondered its origin, the car door swung open, and out stepped Wang Guohui.

“Mr. Su,” Wang greeted, approaching with a congenial smile.

Surprised, Su Ming queried, “Mr. Wang, what brings you here?”

Wang Guohui’s chuckle left Su Ming feeling slightly uneasy.

“Mr. Su, I’ve heard about the underground garage you’ve built, housing hundreds of cars,” Wang began. “I imagine refueling them all could be quite the hassle.”

“Therefore, I’ve constructed a gas station right next to your property. Rest assured, it’s exclusively for your use.”

With that, Wang Guohui produced an oil card from his pocket, offering it to Su Ming. “Please, take this.”

Blinking in astonishment, Su Ming couldn’t help but be impressed. It was clear why Wang was the chairman of the Angel Group. The oil card, while of modest value to someone like Su Ming who wasn’t concerned about money, addressed the sheer inconvenience of refueling his extensive collection of vehicles. He was genuinely pleased with the gift.

“I’m aware that money isn’t an issue for you, but convenience can be when you’re on the go. Moreover, this card is a supreme VIP card from the Business Alliance,” Wang continued. “I registered it under your name. With it, you’ll enjoy significant discounts and top-tier service whenever you patronize any Business Alliance hotel or shopping center.”

Wang then handed over a sleek black card, placing it into Su Ming’s hand. This gesture was yet another that Su Ming found immensely gratifying. Wang Guohui’s talent for ingratiation clearly outshone that of President Chen. The gift might not have been extraordinary, but its utility was undeniable.