The car drove all the way west. The weather today was good. The afternoon sun was not as dazzling as noon. I opened the car window and soaked in the sun. It was like a young girl's soft hand, stroking my cheek.

"Drip" I felt a little wet on my face, "wow", before I could react, the sky seemed to be leaking, I quickly closed the window, and the rainwater was like broken beads, crackling on the car window.

The heavy rain came and went quickly. This kind of passing cloud rain didn't last long. It stopped as soon as we drove out of the city.

It was sunny after the rain and the air was particularly fresh. I opened the window and breathed in the fresh air.

"Brother, have you seen that house?" Han Qianshou said.

"Which building?" I drove the car without paying attention to the scenery outside the window.

"Look to your upper left corner and see, there is a separate path leading in, and there is a manor."

I looked in the direction Han Qianshou said and saw a self-built villa that looked like a European-style castle in a fairy tale. The outside was bright red and very festive.

"What's wrong with that villa? It looks domineering and spectacular. I wonder if a princess or a monster lives in it?"

"What?" Han Qianshou was confused for a moment, obviously not understanding my humor.

In European fairy tales, people who live in old castles usually have stories to tell, and in most cases they are under a spell.

If a princess lives there, she must be waiting for a prince or a warrior to rescue her.

If there is a monster living there, usually the monster is a prince, and they are waiting for a beautiful girl to lift the curse for them.

In short, either the hero saves the beauty, or the beauty saves the hero.

I suddenly thought about why in fairy tales, no princesses turn into monsters, only princes turn into monsters.

Could it be that the prince would run away when he saw the monster?

Or, if the prince sees the monster and stabs him to death with a sword, there will be no princess left.

Seeing that I was silent, Han Qianshou asked again: "Guess how much it cost to repair?"

I looked at that place and there was only one building. It should have been built by myself.

This part of the western suburbs used to be a wasteland. Later, when the city expanded, the land was sold out. Rich people would buy a piece of land here and build their own houses.

This place is just out of the city, so the price should be more expensive than in remote places.

I wasn't interested in that place, so I answered casually: "I don't have much money to build it myself. Maybe two to three hundred million?"

"wrong."

"Wrong?" I wondered, "Is it higher or lower? Is it just the money to repair the house, or does it include the land?"

"It's low. Please estimate the land, construction costs, and all other projects."

The car happened to reach a fork in the road, and I couldn't help but take a good look.

The house was very big and very high. I just took a quick look at it, but I didn’t know the specific situation at all.

My approximate estimate: "500 million?"

"wrong!"

"500 million is not right?" My voice rose, "Is it too high?"

"It's low! You dare to guess higher."

Low?

Do you want me to take a bold guess?

This is a bit surprising to me.

I stepped on the accelerator and the car sped past.

I boldly said: "One billion?"

Han Qianshou shook his head again.

"Then tell me, I can't guess it."

Han Qianshou joked: "No matter how good I am at appraising treasures, I can tell the price at a glance, but I can't tell the price no matter how I look at the house."

I laughed and said, "I'm not a builder. I'm a layman when it comes to houses. It's normal that I can't see it."

As I said this, I complained in my mind: I am not an alcoholic.

You can probably tell the alcohol at a glance.

Han Qianshou said again: "Guess again."

"Brother, just say it directly, I drove the car and only took a look at it. I really couldn't guess it."

I drove the car with safety in mind and was too lazy to guess with him.

"That villa is worth 2.5 billion."

"2.5 billion?" I was shocked. "2.5 billion for just one house? Isn't it a bit exaggerated?"

"That house has a total of 12 floors. It is said that the decoration inside cost hundreds of millions. There is all kinds of gold and jewelry, and the furnishings are all antiques and treasures. If you take them away, they will be priceless. The paintings worth millions can only be placed on the ground.

It takes tens of millions to hang on."

"Oh? A wealthy family!" I smiled lightly, "If you put it like that, I really want to see what they have."

I'm not interested in how much the house is worth. I'm interested in the antiques and treasures in his house. I really want to see what's there.

I asked again: "Whose house is it?"

"The Two Heroes of Youdu." Han Qianshou said with a hint of envy.

"The two heroes of Youdu?" I hesitated, "are they the treasure lords of the city you mentioned last time?"

"It's those two brothers."

"What are the backgrounds of the two heroes in Youdu? They are so powerful. It costs 2 billion to build a villa, so they must be worth at least tens of billions."

"I really don't know how much money their family has. However, their family is also a legend in the Youdu antique world. Everyone in the Youdu antique world knows their family's story, and even many people across the country know it."

"what story?"

"Do you know the famous story about a fortune in Youdu?"

“Don’t we all hope to make a million bucks when doing business?”

I don't know what Han Qianshou is going to say.

"Hasn't your master ever told you about the fortune of the originator of foreign trade in Youdu's antique industry?"

"I've heard of this." I suddenly felt like I had a sudden realization, "If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that it was him!"

"Yes, it's their home!" Han Qianshou said firmly.

"I heard from my master before that he made a batch of low-quality jade into high-quality jade and then sold it to foreigners. However, I don't know what happened specifically."

The human brain is a very flexible and elastic thing. Sometimes its storage space is infinite, and it seems that it can fit no matter how many things you put in it. However, sometimes it is limited and you can put too many things in it.

My brain can't stand this stuff.

Only those who know how to rest and live will work.

Therefore, I set a rule for myself. When I am not playing games, I don’t think about unnecessary things and just read about antiques.

Because the knowledge of antiques is so extensive and profound that it would take a few lifetimes to learn it all.

When playing a game, you must have a goal, and then get to know this person and his life well.

Human lifespan is limited. Even if a person lives to be a hundred years old, it will only be a hundred years. Just check it slowly when making a game.

"The two heroes of Youdu, the most powerful one is Xiong Wenqiang, who may be 50 years old this year. When he was 15 years old, he worked as an apprentice in an antique and jade shop on Youdu East Street.

At that time, there was only one shop in Youdu that could do business with foreigners, because no one else could speak foreign languages.

Everyone saw how easy it was to make money from foreigners, so they followed suit one after another. Later, there were more shops, more monks, less food, and less profits.

Business in Youdu is not going well, the shop owner has gone abroad, and everyone thinks the store is going to close.

Unexpectedly, he closed down the shop and continued to do foreign business.

He started his own business at the age of 20 and became the youngest antique shop owner in Youdu.

Xiong Wenqiang was originally an illiterate who had not graduated from elementary school. At that time, many people laughed at his lack of foreign languages. Who knew that not only did he know foreign languages, but he also made a lot of money from foreigners. This was his first pot of gold."
Chapter completed!