Willie felt like someone who had dreamed of winning the lottery for a century, only to find himself suddenly hitting the jackpot not once, but twice in one morning.


    To put it inly, it was as if he had spent a lifetime purchasing lottery tickets, never managing to win even the smallest prize of five yuan. Yet, this very morning, he had first imed the grand prize in the double color ball lottery, and shortly after, he won the top prize in the big lottery.


    At that moment, Willie’s 156 years of life experience didn’t leave room for doubt; he didn’t question whether this was all a set-up.


    The absence of doubt stemmed from one simple fact: such urrences were rare and almost magical.


    Having worked alongside the Lord for many years, Willie had only ever received one magical item for self-defense, which he had not been given permanently; it was expected to be returned to the Lord upon his return.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Thus, if the British Lord was hesitant to part with one item, why would anyone deceive him into believing he could have two?


    Deep down, Willie felt utterly unworthy of such fortune.


    But without any doubt clouding his mind, only pure tion filled Willie’s heart.<fnadad> Chapters first released on find?novel</fnadad>


    He approached Zhang Ermao (Cade)’s stall with a calm demeanor, asking, “Are you Zhang Ermao (Cade), boss?”


    Zhang Ermao (Cade) nodded, responding casually, “That’s me. What can I do for you?”


    Willie offered a slight smile and said, “I just met your younger brother at the airport, and I noticed he was holding a wrench. So, I asked him about it and decided toe find you.”


    Zhang Ermao (Cade) eyed Willie with suspicion and remarked, “Oh, so you’re the one willing to pay three million for that finger puller?”


    “That’s me,” Willie replied with a nod, adding, “I’ll pay three million, no negotiations.”


    Curiosity piqued, Zhang Ermao (Cade) asked, “Are you fond of antiques?”


    Willie instinctively replied, “Yes, I really love them.”


    However, Zhang Ermao (Cade) frowned and probed, “If you’re such a big fan, you should know more about their value. That finger puller isn’t worth three million. If my brother asked you for that amount, are you truly willing to pay? You must be sent by Lei Zi to pull a fast one.”


    Willie was taken aback, momentarily speechless.


    Having spent years in seclusion, he was out of touch with the current antique market.


    Moreover, after being away from China for two decades, he was unfamiliar with the pricing trends.


    To be honest, a three million yuan price tag for a jade ring finger from the Qing Dynasty, especially one of average quality, struck him as quite excessive.


    Fortunately, he wasn’t short on cash and was genuinely eager to acquire that magical item, so he didn’t dwell on the price too much.


    Now, faced with Zhang Ermao (Cade)’s pointed question, he hesitated to respond.


    What surprised him was that while he held no suspicion toward Zhang Ermao (Cade), thetter was wary of him instead.


    After a moment’s thought, Willie said, slightly embarrassed, “Boss, you’ve misunderstood me. I’m an overseas Chinese who has just returned to visit family. I’m not joking. I genuinely want that jade wrench, and the price being higher doesn’t bother me.”


    Zhang Ermao (Cade) snorted and, with a smile, replied, “You don’t seem too young; how can you lie so easily? Who would believe you? Just a finger puller, and in the antique market, it would fetch around thirty thousand yuan. If you really like it, how about offering me fifty thousand? The three million price is only for someone like you, who knows nothing about antiques, to agree to!”


    Willie was left speechless by this revtion.