Name your price, Uncle Zhao guarantees no second guessing!

Once again, coal boss Zhao Qian demonstrated what it means to be loaded with cash.

But Ye Chen only smiled at this.

"Uncle Zhao, it's not about money. I already told Mr. He – I won't let them leave empty-handed. I promised to sell them a rare treasure, so I can only apologize!"

"I see!"

Zhao Qian still gazed longingly at that [sutra blanket].

He had two main reasons for buying antiques:

First, antiques not only retain value but appreciate, far better than real estate.

Second, they allowed him to indulge in elegance and flaunt his wealth.

Like this [sutra blanket], more precious than Emperor Qianlong's.

If he could acquire it, it would be like adding a golden feather to his cap!

But hearing Ye Chen's firm stance, no matter how much he coveted it, Zhao Qian had to let it go.

Still, he asked, "What if Wuji Group doesn't want it?"

"They won't refuse," Ye Chen shook his head with a smile.

"But what if they do?" Zhao Qian was unwilling to give up.

"Then name your price, Uncle Zhao, and take it home," Ye Chen replied.

"Haha, alright, it's a deal!" Zhao Qian laughed heartily.

Zhao Jiwei, standing beside him, was left speechless by his father.

"Mr. Ye, two hundred million – can you sell that [sutra blanket] to my Fusu Group?"

Su Enping's face paled as he swallowed nervously.

He couldn't care less about offending Zhao Qian now.

Before He Zhijun returned, he had to seize the chance.

Even though the odds were slim, he couldn't resist trying.

First, the price climbed from over three hundred million, now he was offering two hundred million directly.

Ye Chen couldn't help but be surprised – how deep were Fusu Group's cash reserves?

"Young Master Su, do you think it's your turn?" Ye Chen shook his head coldly.

This was the same wealthy heir who had previously slapped him.

Ye Chen had no intention of humoring him.

"Fusu Group can definitely outbid Wuji Group!"

Su Enping gritted his teeth. "I apologize for my past rudeness!"

"This isn't about money," Ye Chen said indifferently.

"Brother Ye, what happened earlier between you two?"

Hearing Su Enping's words, Zhao Jiwei narrowed his eyes.

"Just a minor incident, nothing important," Ye Chen smiled, clearly not wanting to dwell on it.

After all, he hadn't suffered any loss – Su Enping had taken a kick from him.

"Oh!"

Hearing that, Zhao Jiwei nodded but shot Su Enping a sharp look.

At that moment, He Zhijun returned hurriedly with his phone.

With an awkward smile, he approached Ye Chen.

"Mr. Ye, the chairman would like a word with you."

Ye Chen took the phone and greeted cheerfully, "Mr. Dong!"

Originally, he wanted to address him as Chairman Dongdong, but it sounded awkward, so he let it go.

"Mr. Ye, He just gave me a quick rundown – I can already imagine the situation. Thank you, truly, if not for you, had we made a mistake with those Yuan Dynasty vases, Wuji Group might have had to shut down overnight!"

Dong Qian, calling from Europe in the middle of the night, chuckled warmly.

Even though it wasn't confirmed if Fusu Group had misjudged the Yuan vases, Dong Qian chose to trust Ye Chen.

"Mr. Dong, you're too kind. It's just professional duty – no need for thanks," Ye Chen replied.

"Haha, no need to be so formal, Mr. Ye!"

After a laugh, Dong Qian's tone grew serious.

"Mr. Ye, He mentioned you found a [sutra blanket] from the Ming Dynasty – can you sell it to Wuji Group?"

"Aren't you worried it might be problematic?" Ye Chen teased.

He knew Wuji Group wanted the [sutra blanket], but he didn't expect Dong Qian to want it without even seeing it.

If it were worth only tens of millions, that'd be one thing – but this was a [sutra blanket]. Dong Qian wouldn't dare offer a low price.

"In my view, Mr. Ye has already proven his integrity and character," Dong Qian laughed again.

"How about this – for the [sutra blanket] and your previous fee, three hundred million. Deal?"

Three hundred million – subtracting the agreed twenty million fee left two hundred and eighty million.

That was Dong Qian's way of showing utmost sincerity.

Ye Chen thought it over.

Two hundred and eighty million – for the [sutra blanket] from Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang's era.

Not excessive at all.

This [sutra blanket] could reveal hidden historical truths, incomparable to Emperor Qianlong's version.

Moreover, if not for Wuji Group's commission, Ye Chen wouldn't have found the Ming silk so quickly.

After brief consideration, Ye Chen nodded.

"Alright, Mr. Dong, deal!"

"Great, Mr. Ye! I'll have He Zhijun handle the payment!" Dong Qian, now wide awake, replied cheerfully.

Ye Chen returned the phone to He Zhijun.

After receiving Dong Qian's instructions, He Zhijun excitedly ended the call.

"Mr. Ye, regarding the [sutra blanket]..."

"You can take it, He. I assume you still have my bank details from last time?" Ye Chen asked.

"Yes, I do! Thank you so much, Mr. Ye. Chairman Dong asked me to thank you repeatedly!"

Securing the [sutra blanket] was a milestone for Wuji Group, elevating its prestige.

If auctioned, it would be a global sensation.

For Wuji Group, this influence mattered more than the final auction price.