C160 – Are You Guys Buying Diamonds??
He tossed all the diamonds into the suitcase.
Even someone as desensitized as President Chen found his eyelids twitching at the sight.
Why did Su Ming look as though nothing was amiss?
Having followed Mr. Su for so long, President Chen had not only expanded his worldview but also deepened his knowledge.
Those he once considered formidable now seemed insignificant next to Su Ming, like a light rain.
President Chen was taken aback once more when Su Ming led him to the underground garage. He knew of Su Ming’s penchant for cars, but the sight of the luxury vehicles lined up left him in awe: the display was simply breathtaking!
Su Ming let out a sigh, startling President Chen.
“What’s the matter? Mr. Su, are you feeling unwell? Or has something happened?”
President Chen was visibly concerned.
“President Chen, do you ever find yourself extremely frustrated?”
“Yes,” he replied earnestly.
“And how do you deal with the issue that’s bothering you?”
“Just let things take their course...”
President Chen was puzzled.
“That’s a good approach,” Su Ming agreed with a nod.
“Mr. Su, may I ask what’s troubling you?”
President Chen was genuinely perplexed; he had no clue about Su Ming’s concerns.
Su Ming’s sigh was enigmatic, leaving everyone in the dark about its cause.
“With all these cars, which one should I choose to drive?” Su Ming mused aloud.
President Chen felt like he was going to lose it. All this time, Su Ming’s dilemma was simply choosing a car to drive.
Mouth agape, President Chen was at a loss for words.New novel chapters are published on
After pondering for a moment, Su Ming stroked his chin. “Never mind, I’ll stick with the usual method.”
With that, he picked up a pebble from the ground and tossed it forward.
The pebble rolled several meters before coming to a halt.
It was, after all, a coastal metropolis and a top-tier national city.
Su Ming was situated downtown.
The city itself was laid out like a disk, divided into four quadrants: north, south, east, and west.
Su Ming had spent time working and living in the East District.
Whether shopping or heading home, he always passed through the East District. The antique market he had visited was also on the outskirts of this area.
Now, he was venturing into the West City District, a region he seldom explored.
Walking the streets, he took in the somewhat unfamiliar architecture with a quiet sense of wonder.
Previously, Su Ming’s relentless work schedule left him no leisure to visit the West City District.
But now, with time on his hands, it seemed right to broaden his horizons. The city was vast, after all, and driving from one end to the other could take close to an hour.
Before long, President Chen pulled up to their destination.
Su Ming noted it was a clubhouse.
It boasted an expansive area, complete with a massive parking lot at the entrance.
The doors were wide open, with a steady stream of people bustling in and out. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars, a testament to the wealth that frequented the area.
“Mr. Su, this is the largest jewelry appraisal and trading center in Eastsea City,” someone explained.
“Only multinational corporations have the expertise to appraise jewelry here.”
“They won’t hesitate to acquire something valuable, even if it means borrowing money to do so.”
“The profit they turn after a second round of processing the jewelry is substantial.”
Su Ming simply nodded in understanding.
The arrival of a flashy red sports car turned heads. Good cars were common here, but most were worth a few million at best. A car with a price tag in the tens of millions was a rare sight indeed. The owner of such a vehicle was undoubtedly someone of significance, and onlookers couldn’t help but pause and stare as several people approached.
President Chen popped the trunk of his car and retrieved a worn suitcase, catching everyone off guard. Sellers in this market handled their wares with the utmost care; no one used a battered suitcase for precious jewels and jade. Could it possibly contain money? That seemed unlikely—cash transactions were a rarity these days, and the suitcase was too small to hold more than a million, a mere starting bid in this marketplace.
Unconcerned with the speculation swirling around him, Su Ming strode confidently inside alongside President Chen. The onlookers exchanged glances, certain that these two men were wealthy. What could possibly be inside that dilapidated suitcase? Curiosity was a powerful force, and several people, unable to resist, discreetly followed them.
President Chen led the way with Su Ming in tow. They ascended to the third floor by elevator and continued deeper into the building. Soon, they arrived at an expansive shop with a grand hall at its center, flanked by two attractive attendants.
Recognizing a familiar face, the attendants’ eyes sparkled with recognition. “President Chen, welcome back! We’ll notify the boss right away.”
“Make it quick,” he replied with a grin. “I’ve brought him a major business opportunity this time!”
The attendants hurried to accommodate, eager to please.