"You have been deliberately avoiding your identity and your talent!"
Meng Yan fell silent.
"Do you really think that with your abilities, you won't be targeted?"
"Let me tell you, after the treasure appraisal meeting, your name has slowly begun to spread among the circles of our four major families. I, Jia Baiyuan, can suppress you for a while, but I cannot suppress you for a lifetime."
"There are countless people in the world who kill people and set fires in order to get rich. I can tell you as many stories as you want about the people who killed people and silenced them for a stone in our stone betting circle."
"Meng Yan, with your own ability, for those who want to get rich, you are worth more than gold and silver. Don't you understand? You have just been avoiding this fact." Jia Baiyuan said calmly.
"Let me make it clear to you. From the moment you picked up the first rough stone to pay for your daughter's medical expenses, you will no longer be able to go back to your ordinary life."
"When can you face up to your abilities? When can you face up to the fact that you are a descendant of Shi Zhongxian?"
Jia Baiyuan's series of questions silenced Meng Yan.
He looked at the palm of his hand, feeling indescribable sadness in his heart.
He is also a young man of only twenty years old, and he has also had dreams of standing on top of thousands of people, stirring up the world, and blaming Fang Qiu.
Deep in his heart, there was also a burning flame of a passionate man.
But he can't do it, he can't do it like this.
Ever since he was young, his grandfather and father had told him many stories about how he died because of gambling on stones, and they always warned him not to gamble on stones.
Although his grandfather also taught him the knowledge of Meng Yan's Xiangshi and the secret knowledge of the Demonic Eyes, he basically never let him touch the original stones except when he was studying.
I once secretly sneaked into the warehouse with them on my back to look at rough stones, but when I was discovered, I was severely scolded and beaten.
Deep down in his heart, Meng Yan didn't understand why his grandfather kept teaching him the skills of the magic pupil even though he and the others often nagged him in his ears that his talent for the magic pupil was very poor.
Why did they teach him how to look at stones every day, but also strictly prohibited him from seeing stones?
But there are no answers to these. When he was ten years old, they all died overnight, leaving only him, Meng Yan, alone in the world.
After that, he followed his grandfather's will and no longer thought about gambling on stones. He went to school, went to college, worked, got married, and married into the Zhu family.
God gave him such a lovely daughter, Duoer, and Meng Yan felt that it was worthwhile to live like this in this life, but she got leukemia, and the sky-high medical expenses suddenly tore his ordinary life to pieces.
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After all these experiences, Meng Yan has long developed a tough mind, does not like to show off, is thoughtful and considers the consequences, will not be easily affected by other people's emotions, is not competitive, and is very attractive to men of the same age such as money and reputation.
I also kept an attitude of keeping things at arm’s length.
The doubts that his grandfather left for him gradually faded over time and were buried deep in his heart, and were gradually forgotten by Meng Yan subconsciously.
But every year on the anniversary of his grandfather's death, Meng Yan would dream about his childhood in his sleep at night. Every time he wanted to go up and ask his grandfather these questions, he would wake up immediately after asking, and never got an answer.
"Okay, Master Jia." Meng Yan shook his head hard to get rid of all these distracting thoughts in his mind, and responded calmly.
"Stop talking about this, just tell me what I want to do."
Now, Duo'er's surgery fee is still important.
"Alas." Jia Baiyuan sighed when he heard Meng Yan change the subject, wondering why this child is so stubborn?
"Okay, then let's talk about this jade auction." Jia Baiyuan's tone contained a hint of displeasure, and he was disappointed with Meng Yan's continued evasive attitude.
"At this auction, I want you to use my principal to make ten million."
"I will transfer one million dollars to the Qinglong Card in your hand later."
Meng Yan was a little stunned when he heard this: "Master Jia, isn't a million principal a bit too difficult?"
If you want to convert one million into ten million, what is this but a lion opening its mouth?
"Could it be that what Jia Baiyuan said in advance was an attempt to give me chicken blood and pave the way for treating me like a beast later?" Meng Yan couldn't help but wonder in her heart.
But Jia Baiyuan didn't actually think about this, he was just a little angry at Meng Yan's evasion.
"Meng Yan, aren't you the heir to the Meng family's unique skills? You can help me kill the Shen family and win the chairmanship. How can you not do this thing that is only ten times greater?" Jia Baiyuan said angrily.
"Ten times? That's easy to say!" Meng Yan was speechless for a while. The kind of stone that can cost tens of millions with one knife is not cabbage on the street. If one million is doubled to ten million, God knows how many rough stones will be opened. Meng Yan can't
I can guarantee that I will be able to meet this requirement if I try my best.
Moreover, there will be a group of wealthy treasure appraisers competing with him for stones. He only has a capital of one million. Even if he expands his capital through snowballing, it may not be as good as the money brought by these people.
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If that rough stone is really a high-grade treasure, it will definitely show up on the sand. If there is really a high-grade emerald in the rough stone, a phase stone master can see the clues from the surface even without a magic pupil.
In other words, unless Meng Yan can pick out the rocks that are not selling well and have a lot of color, a group of people may be rushing to get those rough stones that perform well, leaving Meng Yan, a person with a capital of only one million, to join in the fun.
There may be people who want to snatch the second-rate goods that no one wants from Meng Yan.
"By picking up the leaks, one million can be doubled tenfold..." Meng Yan felt a little unsure.
"Meng Yan? Meng Yan!" As if sensing Meng Yan's hesitation, Jia Baiyuan's unquestionable tone came from the other end of the phone.
"Meng Yan! Have you forgotten what you told me in Su Shi? If you want to ask me for your daughter's medical expenses, you have no room to bargain with me!"
"Besides, do you have any other options?" Jia Baiyuan suddenly changed his tone and asked with a smile.
Meng Yan sighed, this million really pushed him to a dead end, and he had no other way to get the money together in a short time.
"Okay, Boss Jia, I promise you." Meng Yan replied.
"One million, I will raise it to ten million for you after the auction. You have to keep your word."
"Of course, have I ever broken my promise to you?" Jia Baiyuan responded with a smile.
"It's a deal." After Meng Yan said that, he hung up the phone angrily.
