Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 217 - 217 217 Precious Gift

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Precious Gift Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Precious Gift Last time Jiang Shao returned, he brought with him land deeds and years of built-up connections, naturally making him a person many sought to befriend.

Now, Jiang Zhang’s family, by virtue of their proximity, had the opportunity to curry favor first and had prepared generous gifts as a precaution.

“We should carefully choose something,” Gu Jiaheng said.

“I know you have knowledge about this field. You used to accompany Old Master Gu here often, and I trust your judgment won’t be wrong,” Jiang Fanyue said, full of trust in him.

It was for this reason that Jiang Zhang and Liang Jinlan felt reassured letting them take care of this matter.

If they managed to win Jiang Shao’s favor, the road ahead for Jiang Zhang’s family would certainly become much smoother.

The two of them strolled and chatted as they went along.

Qin He, on his part, had been looking around for quite a while, and although there were many fine items, he found himself at a loss for what to buy.

He was quite conflicted about what to purchase.

Jiang Zhe asked, “What does your older brother’s father-in-law like?”

“He only likes antiques; he has no interest in anything else.”

“Oh, what about the budget?” Jiang Zhe inquired.

“That doesn’t really matter. My dad didn’t specify. But whether it’s a bit more or less, it’s for my brother’s wedding, so if it’s expensive, I’ll just consider it my gift to him,” Qin He said generously.

Jiang Zhe hummed thoughtfully, “Then you should look around some more.”

Qin He came upon a purple clay teapot and said softly, “This seems quite nice, it looks rather old.”

Hearing Qin He’s remark, the shop owner immediately came out and said, “Sir, you have a good eye indeed. This purple clay teapot is a fine piece from the Ming Dynasty. Look at its pristine condition, its full shape, and its smooth touch to the hand – it’s one of the finest from the official kilns. We brought this back from abroad after much effort; it was originally lost to foreign lands from here, and we’ve only just managed to bring it back.”

Qin He reached out to touch it and felt that it was quite fine, and it didn’t seem like a fake.

Indeed, by its appearance, it was a superior quality.

“Shopkeeper, how much are you asking for this teapot?” Qin He asked.

“Sir, you really have an eye for treasure. This purple clay teapot, look at it, it has Tang Bohu’s seal and authentic handwriting on it. At an auction overseas, it reached eight figures. We’ll let you have this one for just two million since it seems you’re destined for it,” the shop owner replied.

Qin He hesitated, “Tang Bohu’s seal and authentic handwriting? On a purple clay teapot?”

“You might not have heard this story. Back when Tang Bohu was alive, he was already famous. But there was one time he lost his purse on the road, leaving him in a very sorry state, hungry and traveling on foot. He came upon an old man selling teapots and begged him for something to eat in exchange for promising to sell his teapots.

The old man, out of kindness, gave him a steamed bun to satisfy his hunger. After eating, Tang Bohu wrote on one of his teapots, stamped his seal, and went on his way. The old man thought he was just a freeloader, but soon after, someone saw the writing underneath the teapot and immediately bought up all his goods. These purple clay teapots are from the batch that Tang Bohu personally wrote on.”

The shopkeeper told the story with vivid enthusiasm.

Although Qin He knew the story was fabricated, he found it quite captivating.

Besides, the handwriting on this teapot looked just like Tang Bohu’s, almost indiscernible from the real thing.

He turned and looked at Jiang Zhe, “Miss Jiang, could you give me your opinion?”

Just as Jiang Zhe was about to speak, Jiang Fanyue’s voice rang out, “Shopkeeper, I would like to buy this purple clay teapot.”

When Jiang Zhe and Qin He arrived at the shop, Jiang Fanyue and Gu Jiaheng had also reached the place.

They had wandered for a while without finding anything particularly appropriate.

Having heard what the shopkeeper just said, and seeing Qin He’s interest in this purple clay teapot, Jiang Fanyue thought it indeed seemed quite good.

Since Qin He was still hesitating, it wouldn’t be too much for her to buy it.

The respectable great-grandfather loved drinking tea and had a passion for antiques; thus, such an item was undoubtedly the best choice for a gift.

Jiang Fanyue and Gu Jiaheng approached Jiang Zhe.

Seeing how close Jiang Zhe and Qin He seemed, Jiang Fanyue felt a hint of contempt—had Jiang Zhe changed men again so quickly?

Gu Jiaheng sized up Qin He and discovered he was taller than himself, and not lacking in looks either, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhe, dressed in a school uniform standing in front of Qin He, had a cool and captivating presence that made Gu Jiaheng take a few extra glances.

Only then did he realize, Qin He appeared rather submissive in front of Jiang Zhe; Gu Jiaheng thought, no wonder they hit it off so easily.

“Jiang Zhe, are you here to buy something for a friend?” he asked.

The tone was somewhat unfriendly.

As a result, Jiang Zhe not only ignored him, but she didn’t even bother to lift her slightly drooped eyelids, acting as if she hadn’t heard his question.

Qin He, who had heard of these two, said indifferently, “Miss Jiang is here to accompany me to buy something. Do you gentlemen need something?”

Being ignored by Jiang Zhe amplified Gu Jiaheng’s displeasure.

Jiang Fanyue smiled gracefully, “This purple clay teapot, the owner mentioned it’s two million? That price is actually quite steep, I think, why not let me make the purchase instead?”

Seeing Jiang Fanyue’s generous offer, the owner naturally rejoiced and said to Qin He, “Sir, what do you think?”

The reason Jiang Fanyue was so certain is because Gu Jiaheng had frequented this store before and had picked up some good finds.

She had quietly checked with Gu Jiaheng just now, and after receiving his nod of approval, she thought of buying it.

She really took a liking to this purple clay teapot, thinking that her granduncle would definitely love it.

Qin He then asked Jiang Zhe, “Miss Jiang, what do you think?”

As long as Jiang Zhe spoke up, he would accept her decision, whether to buy or not.

Jiang Zhe said, “Buy it, if you like it, then go ahead and purchase.”

“Then, owner, two million—I’ll take it,” Qin He said.

Jiang Fanyue watched as they, who had been hesitating just moments ago, immediately decided to buy once they heard she wanted it, clearly doing this in opposition to her.

“Owner, I’ll raise the offer, by one hundred thousand,” Jiang Fanyue said, genuinely liking the purple clay teapot.

She was carrying her parents’ credit card that day, full of confidence.

As for Jiang Zhe, Jiang Fanyue did not believe she could fork out that much money.

Today Jiang Zhe had her eye on this purple clay teapot, perhaps with the intention of buying it to later present it at their granduncle’s home, where, weighing the two, Jiang Fanyue then suggested raising her bid.

Qin He glanced at Jiang Zhe, and with a slight raise of her eyebrows, she signaled him to also raise the bid.

“Oh, then I’ll add one hundred thousand as well,” Qin He said, keeping his composure.

Since Miss Jiang had spoken, he was fine with anything.

“I’ll add two hundred thousand!”

Seeing Jiang Zhe raising the bid, Jiang Fanyue felt she was right, Jiang Zhe must be purchasing it as a gift, so she followed with a higher bid.

“I’m adding two hundred as well,” Qin He was relentless.

“Three hundred!”

“I’ll add four hundred!”

Watching the two argue, Gu Jiaheng did not know how much of it was for the purple clay teapot itself and how much was because of him.

But in any case, Jiang Zhe was not without ripples in front of him.