Chapter 70: The Mundane Person's Gift

  When Xu saw Wu Rui hang out another 'fresh' ginseng, she was stunned on the spot and asked: "This ginseng won't be fake, will it?"

  It's not just her who suspects, the three beautiful nurses next to her also nodded vigorously. This hundred-year-old ginseng is already rare and hard to come by, being able to get one is like a blessing from the ancestors, how can Wu Rui be so exaggerated as to sell one root and display another?

  Wu Rui was actually quite pleased with himself. Who on earth could have as much confidence as him? He smiled and said, "Of course it's real, do I look like someone who sells fake medicine?"

  “...Hard to say.” Xu Xiulan muttered a sentence, but actually she already believed it was true, because in her impression, this young man had always been reliable, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to be Wu Rui's agent. Having come to this conclusion, Xu Xiulan changed her previously questioning attitude, put on a smiling face and enthusiastically climbed onto Wu Rui's shoulder saying: "Brother, ginseng is not as good as..."

  "This ginseng is not for sale!" Wu Rui directly interrupted Xu Niang's daydream, and put on an unyielding expression.

  "You... you won't buy it, I'll steal it!" Xu Nuang gritted her teeth.

  "Whatever!" Wu Rui smiled and shrugged, looking nonchalant, but his things weren't that easy to steal.

  "Hmm!" Xu Xianglei let out a dissatisfied hum, but didn't say anything. Since there were no patients yet, she shifted her gaze to the gift boxes on the counter and asked Wu Rui with blinking big eyes: "Can I open them?"

  "Whatever!" Wu Rui didn't care.

  "Consider yourself lucky." Xujie raised her fist and then pounced on the gift box, quickly untying the red ribbon and opening the first exquisite red gift box. Her eyes sparkled as she covered her mouth in surprise: "A check!"

  "A check?" Wu Rui found it strange and walked over, but in his heart he was muttering: Is it popular now to give checks as gifts? It seemed like he had already received several.

  "This red envelope is too big, right?" Seeing the check amount, Bai Qing muttered to herself, wondering what kind of person her boss was, as the congratulatory gifts she received were all so valuable. Moreover, the identities of those who came to congratulate them weren't simple either, were they? If she remembered correctly, the first one was Li Qiang, the richest man in E City.

  "Oh my goodness!" Chun Zhu covered her rather large bosom and exclaimed, feeling a bit short of breath.

  As for Chen Bingxuan, where had she ever seen so much money? She was already speechless, her mouth agape for a long time, unable to close it.

  "An Ge's apology gift? Hmm, not bad, the people on the road are quite reasonable." Wu Rui was quite satisfied. Although he had avenged his previous grievance, wasn't there still a loss? As for the current Shan Long Gang, as long as they didn't provoke him, Wu Rui wouldn't bother them at all. This 20 million came just in time.

  Apart from the two million cash vouchers, there was also a golden man in the "gift" of Shanlong Gang, which was Li Shizhen's golden elephant, placed on the medicine cabinet shining brightly, quite interesting, although Wu Rui didn't believe in Master Li Shizhen...

  "Huh, why did Lai Qiang give me a broken bowl?" Wu Rui thought to herself as she looked at the gift box opened by Xu Niang. The Shanlong Gang usually gave checks or gold bars, but this richest person actually gave her a broken bowl - who knows what era it's from? Although it still looks nice.

  "This isn't some broken bowl, it's an antique, a treasure! Look, there's even a certificate!" Xu Niang corrected with a smirk, pulling out the appraisal document and reading aloud: "Ming Dynasty Xuan De era imitation of Song Yuan blue and white small bowl, appraised by Liu Zhi, Deputy Director of the Palace Museum."

  "Is it expensive?" Wu Rui asked directly.

  The three nurses also cast their eyes on Xu Niang, they were the same as Wu Rui, ordinary people, judging the value of antiques was just looking at the price, if you told them about collection value, historical value, interest value and so on, they would probably be dizzy.

  Compared to them, Xu Niang was actually more vulgar, with eyes that were completely fixed on the renminbi, so it was rare for her not to take advantage of Wu Rui's misfortune. Instead, she smiled and said: "The price of antiques can fluctuate greatly, relying on those who follow the trend to hype them up. The value of this small bowl is probably around 2-3 million yuan now!"

  "Wow..." Another cry of surprise.

  "Two or three hundred million? Alright, sell it!" Wu Rui waved his hand expressionlessly, actually he would have preferred two or three hundred million more in checks.

  "Wu Rui, isn't this a bit too much? They just gave it to you." Chen Bingxuan tactfully reminded her, the other girls also looked at each other with strange expressions. It seemed that Li Qiang hadn't returned home yet, and before he even had a chance to settle in, she was already trying to sell the gift they had given her. This was indeed impolite, and if Li Qiang found out, he would definitely be furious.

  "There's nothing wrong with it, can't you just keep the rice bowl? Sell it!" Wu Rui didn't have such concerns. Do cultivators collect antiques? Isn't that a huge joke? Cultivators themselves are 'antiques', they can easily live for over a hundred years, and those who live for hundreds or thousands of years are not uncommon. Antiques are meaningless to these people.

  It was because of Wu Rui's words that, a month later, at an auction, Li Qiang bought a small blue and white porcelain bowl from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty for 35 million.

  "Calligraphy and painting? Li Qiang is being a bit too pretentious, isn't he?" As they opened the second gift box, even Xu Niang couldn't help but think to herself, but she still carefully unrolled the scroll with Chunzhu.

  It's a piece of calligraphy, the ink marks are slightly damp, it must be newly written. The font is majestic and powerful, with the four big characters "Shennong Clinic". In the left corner, there are a few lines of small text: "Congratulations on the grand opening of Shennong Clinic, Li Qiang presents, Wang Mingcang writes."

  "Is it Wang Mengcang?" Seeing the written name, Xu Xianger was slightly surprised.

  "Is this Wang Mingcang very famous?" Lin Chunzhu asked curiously.

  "One of the four great calligraphers in China, highly respected by people, with a single character worth thousands of gold, it is said that asking him to write something costs tens of millions, even over a hundred million, and you still need to have connections." Xu Niang boasted about her noble recognition.

  "It looks pretty good, let's hang it on the wall!" Wu Rui nodded and then gestured to look at the next gift.

  Jade, emerald carvings and so on, the next gifts are not cheap, but fate is equally disappointing. Those that can be placed are placed in the clinic's hall as decorations by Wu Rui, while those that cannot be placed are directly handled by Xu Niang. In fact, Li Qiang spent a lot of thought sending these treasures, it would be better to write a check for millions as a gift, Wu Rui might like it more.

  Li Qiang was also very wronged, after all, he's a doctor! And not just any doctor, but a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, isn't that a refined profession? So he put in a lot of effort to get these gifts, only to find out they didn't suit Wu Rui's taste. In the end, they were all sold at a high price at an auction house a month later, and it's hard to describe how suffocating he felt inside.

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