The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 606 - 606 571 The Missing Gabriel

606: Chapter 571: The Missing Gabriel 606: Chapter 571: The Missing Gabriel Although Liu Hun had informed Xu Qingwei of his plans to visit, he arrived in Lion City a day earlier than expected, ready to surprise her.

After leaving the Lion City International Airport, Uncle Seven was punctually waiting for him outside with the car.

“Uncle Seven, I feel quite bad for troubling you to come out here personally every time,” Liu Hun shared his feelings with Uncle Seven.

Uncle Seven smiled and waved his hand dismissively, “It’s my pleasure!

By the way, Little Liu, there is a very important matter I need to discuss with you this time.”

“What matter, Uncle Seven?” Liu Hun inquired.

With that, Uncle Seven took a document bag from beside him, opened it, and handed Liu Hun a file.

After Liu Hun had carefully read through it, “Uncle Seven, are you planning to take Yanhuang Pharmaceutical public?”

“That’s right!

That’s my plan, but your opinion will determine whether Yanhuang Pharmaceutical goes public or not,” said Uncle Seven to Liu Hun, given that Liu Hun was the largest shareholder of Yanhuang Pharmaceutical.

With his previous experience dealing with the Brilliant Company, Liu Hun had also learned a bit about capital operations, so he understood what Uncle Seven meant by “going public.”

“Even though we currently have plenty of funds, once we go public on the Port Stock Exchange, we would have even more money, which would be highly beneficial for the company’s expansion,” Uncle Seven elaborated on his idea, “Take your time to think about it, no need to rush your answer.”

“Alright!” Liu Hun also planned to hear Xu Qingwei’s opinion since her experience was much richer than his.

Having talked for a while, Uncle Seven suddenly asked, “Little Liu, are you interested in jewelry and antiques?”

Liu Hun didn’t know why Uncle Seven would ask such a question, but he could tell from Uncle Seven’s expression that he was very interested, “Not bad, I just didn’t have the money to get into it before.”

“How about I take you to take a look, what do you say?” Uncle Seven sought Liu Hun’s opinion.

Liu Hun thought it wouldn’t hurt to go, and he might even spot something to buy as a gift for Xu Qingwei, so he agreed.

Uncle Seven immediately instructed the driver to turn around, heading straight for the port.

This jewelry and antique auction was unique, for it was held on a luxury cruise ship, unlike any before.

As soon as the two boarded the cruise ship, someone approached Liu Hun.

“Hey, looks like you’re here to enjoy the good life, I see you everywhere.”

Liu Hun turned to see that it was the profligate youngster who had lost everything in Australia City, “Truth be told, I really didn’t want to see you again.”

“It seems you two know each other,” Uncle Seven quickly interjected, noticing the awkward atmosphere.

“Oh!

Uncle Seven!

What a pleasure!

What a pleasure!

Is this your attendant?!” the profligate purposely taunted.

Uncle Seven laughed heartily and introduced Liu Hun while holding on to him, “This is Liu Hun from Mainland, a young talent.

If it weren’t for him, I’d still be in that old temple.” Pointing at the indulgent youth, he added, “This is Qu Jiarong, the young master of Liheng Group, the biggest real estate company in Lion City.”

Qu Jiarong and Liu Hun held deep grievances against each other, but out of respect for Uncle Seven, Qu Jiarong simply sneered and walked away.

“Don’t take it to heart, Little Liu, the young ones these days are very edge,” Uncle Seven said to Liu Hun, watching Qu Jiarong walk away.

“Thank you, Uncle Seven, I understand.”

Later, Uncle Seven introduced Liu Hun to a circle of well-known figures in the political and business world of Lion City, and Liu Hun also became known in the upper echelons of Lion City as the president of Yanhuang Pharmaceutical.

After making the rounds with drinks, Liu Hun felt a bit stifled, so he went alone to the deck at the bow to get some air.

By chance, he saw an old man fishing.

Liu Hun found it odd that someone would fish at such a high-class event and became curious enough to approach.

“Sorry to disturb you, are you fishing?” Liu Hun asked.

“Yes!” the old man replied with a smile, and just then, the rod suddenly bent.

As the old man reached out to reel in the line, Liu Hun immediately noticed the man’s hand shaking.

After carefully discerning the smell on the old man’s body, he quickly concluded that it was early-stage Parkinson’s disease.

“Let me help you!” said Liu Hun, and he proceeded to assist the old man in reeling in a large fish weighing over three pounds.

“Ha ha ha, young man!

We’ve had quite the catch!” the old man laughed heartily as he packed up the fishing rod.

“Are you Chinese?” the old man asked Liu Hun.

Holding the fish, Liu Hun replied, “Yes, Chinese!”

“Are you from the Mainland?” the old man asked again.

“How did you know?”

“Ha ha ha ha…

people from Lion City usually say they’re from Lion City.” The old man looked at Liu Hun, curious about how he would respond.

“Drifters without roots always try to grasp at something to showcase their sense of superiority, their arrogance, but one day, they’ll fall hard.” Liu Hun had a profound disdain for some people from Lion City, especially the so-called elite.

“Ha ha ha!” The old man really liked Liu Hun’s answer.

“Can you cook fish?

How about treating me to a meal?”

“No problem!”

The two chatted all the way to the kitchen where Liu Hun exchanged a few words with the head chef before rolling up his sleeves to start cooking.

Soon enough, a fragrant sweet and sour carp full of hometown flavor was ready.

The old man savored the meal with relish and said to Liu Hun, “I like your cooking!

How about I treat you to a meal after the auction ends?”

“It would be my honor to accept!” Liu Hun replied.

The auction took place in the most luxurious hall of the cruise ship, with hundreds of chairs that were occupied by the most powerful and wealthy people from Lion City, including the very person Liu Hun despised the most, Qu Jiarong.

“The first item is a piece of blue and white porcelain from the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty’s Jiajing period, with a starting bid of two hundred thousand!” The auctioneer briefly introduced it before signaling the start of the bidding.

“Two hundred fifty thousand!”

“Three hundred thousand!”

“Four hundred thousand!”

“…”

The porcelain was quickly sold for five hundred fifty thousand.

Many cultural artifacts and antiques followed, and Uncle Seven also successively won a few items.

“Young Liu, the value of these pieces, engraved with history and culture, lies not only in money.

You can start having your own collection from now on.” Uncle Seven didn’t say much, just simply conveyed a few sentences to Liu Hun.

Feeling somewhat ashamed, Liu Hun had only been considering selecting a gift for Xu Qingwei.

Perhaps due to his frequent stays in the Mainland, he wasn’t as deeply moved by culture and history as the older generation who had lived in the colonies for a long time.

“Today’s final highlight is a privately-owned item, a diamond weighing twenty carats!”

The auctioneer paused deliberately, leaving the audience in suspense, as everyone craned their necks hoping to glimpse the diamond hidden beneath the silk scarf.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The auctioneer’s voice rose as he placed his hand on the silk scarf, “This diamond is…” he exclaimed, yanking the scarf up, “the missing Gabriel!”

“Wow!”

The uniform gasps were testament to everyone’s envy for the diamond.

“The missing Gabriel starts at twenty-five million!” the auctioneer announced.

“Thirty million!”

“Thirty-one million!”

“Thirty-five million!”

“…”

As the price soared, Liu Hun’s desire to own the diamond grew, and he couldn’t help but raise his paddle, “Sixty million!”

Swoosh!

Suddenly, all eyes in the room turned to Liu Hun, as no one expected this young man to bid so impressively, raising the price by ten million in one go.

After a brief shock, the crowd started buzzing with discussions.

Thanks to Uncle Seven’s introduction earlier and such a generous bid, Liu Hun had now become regarded as a rising new aristocrat of Lion City, and quite a few married or single women had already begun to stir.

“Seventy million!”

Just when everyone thought Liu Hun was sure to take home the missing Gabriel, another voice suddenly rang out, drawing everyone’s attention together once again—Qu Jiarong!