Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

The three final lots are a priceless set of jade jewelry, a large Song Dynasty Jun porcelain jar, and a thousand-year-old peach wood sword.

Wang Xingyu had no knowledge of jewelry, but he could tell that this set of jadeite was crystal clear, full of spiritual energy, and was definitely a masterpiece among masterpieces.

Huang Qingyang commented: "Jewelry made by He Yao, a master of jadeite, using the finest imperial green jade, would be worth at least 500 million on the market."

Five hundred million!

Damn, no wonder he was the last one!

Wang Xingyu was secretly shocked and asked, "Who is He Yao?"

There were three or four women around the jade jewelry store. When they heard Wang Xingyu's words, they all looked at him.

Huang Qingyang said, "Xia Guo's most famous jade craftsman is renowned in the industry. According to the introduction, this jewelry set is his final work. Originally, the jewelry was worth 500 million, but it could have been increased by at least another 100 million."

Wang Xingyu exclaimed, "Amazing!"

"He doesn't even know who Master He is; what a country bumpkin."

A woman wearing a white dress and a Daji mask mocked.

Wang Xingyu wasn't about to indulge her. He said, "Wearing a tight skirt with a barrel waist? Does she really think she's a beauty? It's ridiculous."

The woman is about 1.65 meters tall. Although she can't be called slim, she's not quite at the level of having a barrel waist.

Wang Xingyu was just deliberately provoking her.

As expected, Daji flew into a rage and retorted, "Who are you calling a barrel waist?"

Wang Xingyu said, "Whoever asks, ask."

Daji got even angrier and shouted, "Old Zhan, someone is bullying me!"

A real man with a barrel waist walked over, wearing a "Zhan Zhao" mask.

"What happened?"

"Daji" pointed at Wang Xingyu and said, "He called me a barrel waist."

"Zhan Zhao" sized up Wang Xingyu and said, "Brother, we're all men of status and position. Don't you think it's shameful to argue with a woman?"

Wang Xingyu asked, "Is she your wife?"

Zhan Zhao nodded and said, "Yes."

Wang Xingyu put on airs and said, "In over thirty years, this is the first time I've been called a country bumpkin. Your wife is quite something, at least she has more courage than others. I just don't know if you have the strength to withstand my wrath?"

What a pretentious act!

Huang Qingyang and Zhao Yuan exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile in their eyes.

Zhan Zhao took two steps forward and said, "Are you kidding me?"

Wang Xingyu suddenly unleashed a powerful killing intent, sweeping out like a raging storm.

"Your surname is Zhan, right? I'll remember you two. Within a month, I'll find out your true identities and send you to have tea with the King of Hell. Then you'll know whether I was bluffing you or not."

The chilling killing intent was like a Siberian cold wave, making Zhan Zhao instantly realize that the person in front of him was no ordinary person, and that he had at least dozens or even hundreds of lives on his hands.

Otherwise, such a powerful killing intent could not have been generated.

As the saying goes, the soft fear the hard, and the hard fear the reckless.

The wealthy are most afraid of these kinds of desperate criminals, and "Zhan Zhao" is no exception.

"You want to kill us over a single argument? Don't you think you're being too domineering?"

Wang Xingyu glanced at the security personnel approaching them, suppressed his murderous aura, and chuckled, "Mr. Zhan, don't take offense, I was just trying to scare you. I'll invite you for tea in a while."

Zhan Zhao sensed that the Sun Wukong before him was unpredictable and no ordinary person, so he said, "Alright, I'll wait for your tea. Wife, let's go."

Daji said with dissatisfaction, "Is that all?"

Zhan Zhao didn't answer. He grabbed her arm, walked out, and then gave her a severe scolding.

"Do you know what it means to 'get into trouble with your words'? Everyone who gets into this exhibition hall is someone of high status and influence. Why are you provoking people like that when you have nothing better to do?"

"His clothes are all cheap, low-quality stuff. Why are you afraid of him?"

"Can someone without money even come in? This guy exudes a murderous aura; his hands are definitely stained with blood. If you think you're going to live a long life, you can keep arguing with him. But if you don't want to die too soon, you'd better tone down your temper."

After saying that, Zhan Zhao stormed off.

"Wait for me."

Daji quickly followed.

Zhao Yuan, a master of innate skill, relayed the conversation between the two outside to Huang Qingyang.

Huang Qingyang chuckled and said, "Zhan Ming was able to build the Tuohai Group, worth nearly 10 billion yuan, in ten years. Besides relying on his father-in-law's influence, he mainly relied on two advantages: a cautious personality and a keen eye for business. It's just a pity that his wife isn't very good, which has detracted from his image. Now that Zhan Ming's father-in-law has retired and is in poor health, if his wife doesn't rein herself in, their marriage may be coming to an end."

It turns out that Huang Qingyang had already recognized the identities of "Zhan Zhao" and "Daji".

Wang Xingyu had heard of Tuohai Group, a real estate company that had built three or four Tuohai residential communities in Haijiang.

Zhao Yuandao asked, "Mr. Wang, you're not really going to lay a hand on Zhan Ming, are you?"

Although Wang Xingyu never showed anything to them, Zhao Yuan and Huang Qingyang both knew who he was going to deal with, and basically no one could escape him.

Wang Xingyu laughed and said, "How could that be? I'm a law-abiding citizen. I was just trying to scare him."

Wang Xingyu had absolutely no interest in jewelry.

Even if he had money, he wouldn't buy it.

He thought that people who spend huge sums of money on jewelry must be mentally ill.

Like Wang Xingyu, Huang Qingyang wasn't particularly interested in jewelry; his target was the large Jun porcelain jar.

The three walked up to the large jar, and Huang Qingyang took out a magnifying glass and carefully examined it, not missing a single detail.

Clearly, this old guy has a genuine love for antiques and porcelain; he's not just playing around with them.

Because his divine sense could see the fluorescent light emitted by antiques, Wang Xingyu had been cramming on a series of antique-related knowledge during this period.

He only needed one glance to determine that the large jar was a Song Dynasty Jun porcelain piece, and its condition could almost be described as perfect.

The only downside is that it's too expensive; most people simply can't afford it.

To verify his judgment, he used his divine sense to examine the large jar.

Depend on!

Wang Xingyu cursed out loud.

The large jar was indeed glowing, except for a small section at the bottom that was dull.

In other words, this Jun porcelain jar is not perfect and may have a minor flaw.

A particularly brilliant guy used modern technology to smooth out this minor flaw, making it completely invisible from the outside.

Wang Xingyu squatted down and carefully observed it.

Even with his keen eyesight, it took him a full minute to spot the tiny crack; the other person's skill was truly superb.

"What do you think?"

Wang Xingyu nudged Huang Qingyang.

Huang Qingyang's eyes never left the large jar as he said, "Flawless."

Seeing his fascinated expression, Wang Xingyu couldn't help but whisper, "I think I see a very fine line on the bottom right side of the jar."

Huang Qingyang was startled and immediately pointed the magnifying glass at the spot Wang Xingyu had mentioned.

I looked left and right, but I couldn't see anything.

He looked up at Wang Xingyu suspiciously and said, "Why didn't I see it?"

"Keep watching."

Wang Xingyu channeled a wisp of magical power into the Shenmen acupoint on Huang Qingyang's wrist.

Huang Qingyang felt a warm current enter his eyes, and then his vision increased exponentially, allowing him to see even the smallest dust particles in the air clearly.

He knew that Wang Xingyu had used supernatural powers on him, but he didn't expect the effect to be so amazing.

"Don't just stand there, use a magnifying glass."

Hearing Wang Xingyu's words, Huang Qingyang snapped out of his daze and looked over again.

With the help of magic and a magnifying glass, Huang Qingyang finally spotted the crack.

He raised his head and uttered two words: "Awesome."

It's unclear whether it's referring to Wang Xingyu's amazing abilities or that person's amazing repair skills.