Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

The migrant worker brother thought about it and found it reasonable. He had heard of the Hua Chuang Private Hospital during his years working in Magic Capital; it was the kind of place where wealthy people went to get treated. He figured that even if he sold his treasure, his wallet would be emptied out before he could even get treatment!

"Buddy, let me tell you the truth. I feel like this item of yours... isn't genuine..."

The middle-aged man hadn't finished speaking when the migrant worker brother interrupted him excitedly: "Are you trying to say I'm a fraudster too? Get out!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant at all!"

The middle-aged man hastily waved his hands. If he offended the seller now, his path to becoming a billionaire would be cut off!

"What I mean is, your treasure is indeed an antique, just not as old as you think. It's a kiln porcelain piece imitated in the late Ming dynasty!"

Fearing the migrant worker wouldn't understand, he even made up, "But from the late Ming to now is still several hundred years. Your treasure is intact, and even as an imitation, it's worth quite a bit of money."

"So that's how it is!"

The migrant worker brother was somewhat befuddled but acted like he suddenly understood and asked eagerly, "So how much is this wine pot actually worth?!"

The middle-aged man prolonged the suspense and after thinking for a while, he put up one finger.

"Ten thousand?!!"

The migrant worker brother nearly fell to the ground with a thud from shock—the price drop was too great!

"You're mistaken, I'm saying it's worth a million!"

Hearing this, the migrant worker froze on the spot, goddamn, a million! How much money was that! Converted to cash, it could probably crush him to death, right?

"Boss, you can't fool me!"

The migrant worker grabbed the middle-aged man's hand excitedly and shouted.

A flicker of disgust passed through the middle-aged man's eyes, with the migrant worker's body splattered with dirt. If it weren't for the money, he'd probably be looking for a place to wash his hands right now!

"I, Huang Dabao, never deceive! If I say a million, then it's a million. If you agree, we can make the deal right away!"

"Deal! Deal! I'll listen to the boss!"

As the two chatted enthusiastically, Song Yun was left hanging on the side.

Song Yun stepped forward with a hostile look at Huang Dabao and said indifferently, "Bro, suddenly interfering with someone else's deal, that's not very nice, is it?"

"Ah? Young man, what are you talking about? Isn't it about who offers more money gets the sale?"

Huang Dabao feigned surprise and said, "Young man, you also fancy this treasure? Then you'll have to offer more than I have!"

He saw that Song Yun was in his twenties and doubted that he could even scrounge up tens of thousands.

"Heh, I'll offer 1.5 million, plus I'll cover all your wife's expenses at Hua Chuang Private Hospital!"

Hearing Song Yun's words, the migrant worker's face crinkled with joy. It seemed that his wine pot was indeed a treasure for two big bosses to be fighting over it!

"No way, can you really come up with that much money?"

Huang Dabao looked at Song Yun oddly, filled with suspicion.

"None of your business."

Song Yun retorted.

"How can you talk like that, young man!"

Anger flared up in Huang Dabao, and pointing at Song Yun, he said to the migrant worker, "Green behind the ears and unreliable to boot, do you really believe he has that much money? In my opinion, I'll give you 2 million! The wine pot is mine, if you agree we can sign the contract right now!"

"Two million?!"

The migrant worker felt dazzled by the rain of riches, goddamn, this money would be enough to build three large houses back home and even find a bride for his son!

"I'll offer 2.6 million!"

"Are you deliberately looking for trouble!"

Huang Dabao glared at Song Yun with a sullen expression. Although he was wealthy in assets, consisting of the value of antiques and various properties, he actually had just over two million in liquid funds.

If he bought this wine pot and couldn't sell it within three months, he would go bankrupt due to a break in his capital chain.

"Wasn't it you who said it goes to the highest bidder? Getting anxious now?"

"You!!!"

Huang Dabao snorted coldly and said, "Very well! 'May our green hills never change, our rivers flow forever'—we'll see!"

These threatening words did not concern Song Yun; in Magic Capital, it was his turf. It didn't matter whether it was a local snake or a dragon crossing the river, they had to coil up and behave!

Huang Dabao turned to the migrant worker with a look of resentment and said, "He's offering more money, right? Sell it to him. Let's see if he can actually produce that much money. I'll tell you this, if the deal falls through and you come back to me, the price gets cut by half!"

"This..."

One was a seemingly wealthy boss, the other a young lad; in truth, he had already made up his mind on who to choose.

"Brother, this money is literally lifesaving for me. Could we—"

"There's a bank nearby. I'll do the transfer right now, how about that?"

"Ah? You actually have that much money?"

"What else."

The migrant worker's eyes darted about; money was naturally better the more one had. Plus, the bank was just a few minutes away—there couldn't be any deception!

"Then my wife..."

"Rest assured, I keep my word. All expenses for your wife at Hua Chuang Private Hospital will be on me."

"Good, good, good! Let's go to the bank right now!"

The migrant worker cradled the wine pot carefully in his arms, walking gingerly on the smooth road. This was about his wife's life and their happiness for the second half of their lives—he couldn't afford the slightest mistake.

The spectacle ended, and the onlookers dispersed, leaving only Huang Dabao, grinding his teeth and hugging a woman.

Damn! He couldn't just let the opportunity slip through his fingers!

He knew some tough guys who dealt in risky business; these people would take on any job for the right price. Since dealing in the open didn't work, it was time to resort to shadowy measures!

Young man, don't blame me. If there's anyone to blame, it's your bad luck for being too rich!

Meanwhile, the transaction was completed at the bank under the assistance of the staff.

The migrant worker handed over the wine pot to Song Yun with reluctance, after all, it was a legacy from his ancestors. He felt like he had become a prodigal son today. When he met his ancestors in the hereafter, he was sure to be scolded!

"Brother, which hospital is your wife currently in? I'll arrange for Hua Chuang Private Hospital to send a vehicle to pick her up."

"She's at the third hospital in HP district!"

"Okay, do you want to go to Hua Chuang Private Hospital and wait, or follow the ambulance to transfer her?"

Upon hearing this, the migrant worker replied cautiously, "I'll go with the ambulance; my wife is timid and would be scared if she was transferred without explanation."

"Alright, let's wait for the ambulance together then."

Song Yun called the director of Hua Chuang Private Hospital to arrange for the vehicle.

Half an hour later, a luxurious Mercedes ambulance arrived.

A doctor in a white coat stepped out of the passenger side and respectfully said to Song Yun, "Director Song, good to see you!"

"Hmm. This gentleman's wife is being treated at the third hospital in HP district. She will now be transferred to our hospital, and all their expenses are waived. Understood?"

"Understood! We'll ensure the best treatment for the patient!"