Chapter 378: Lao Wang Comes in Person

Tch, I knew you weren't that kind-hearted. Spill it—what kind of buyer does this thing usually need?

Hmm, ebony is usually used for furniture or coffins; many ancient nobles used it. Ye Cheng paused there.

By the way, has your old man prepared this? If not, you could be a filial son and buy it for him first.

Ye Cheng! Xiao Rou shouted sharply, "You're cursing my dad, aren't you? You'll pay!"

Having said that, Xiao Rou snapped the phone shut.

Ye Cheng shook himself, damn it, Xiao Rou's fighting strength is still strong; this Sound Wave Skill is even fiercer than the Six-Fingered Qin Demon.

With Xiao Rou's hot-headed temperament, Ye Cheng, after hanging up, immediately settled down—now that he's provoked this little miss, she'll come whether he likes it or not; he just needs to wait leisurely.

He dragged a chair into the yard, leaned back, and fell asleep—no choice, he'd only slept a few hours last night, was restless, and soon drifted off.

After who knows how long, Ye Cheng suddenly felt his nose itch; he scratched it, but it started itching again.

Damn, what the hell is this.

Ye Cheng flung his eyes open.

Whoa!

Holy shit, what the hell?

All he saw were two huge faces, each as big as a washbasin, right before his eyes.

"Ghost!" Ye Cheng yelled in fright.

"Cut the ghost nonsense, it's me." Xiao Rou said ruefully.

Only then did Ye Cheng realize, damn it, why shove your face this close for no reason—trying to steal a kiss?

He was about to make a couple of jokes when he saw Lao Wang standing nearby; he snapped his mouth shut—teasing someone in front of their own dad hardly seems proper.

Lao Wang, you really showed up—come take a look; if you use this after you're gone, it'll be insanely cool.

Lao Wang's face darkened; he stared at Ye Cheng, speechless.

So you're just wishing I'd kick the bucket, huh?

Yeah, Dad, I'm telling you—his tone on the phone this morning was exactly like that; I caught it, humph! Xiao Rou seized the chance to start tattling.

Ye Cheng scratched his head,

Oh come on, I was just joking—how'd you get here? I wasn't asking Xiao Rou to find me a buyer, was I?

What, I can't buy it? Lao Wang burst out cursing.

Sure, but you're really buying it to use as a coffin?

Exactly, a coffin! To hold you!

Damn it, Lao Wang was seething—this damned Ye Cheng, talking to him without any respect, not a shred of decency.

But this is actually nice—normally, as Chairman Wang, everyone acts like they've seen a ghost when they see me, all fake; this guy, though, is to my taste.

Fine, fine, dress up whoever you like—want to see the goods? Ye Cheng walked to the edge of the yard and lifted the plastic sheet.

The whole log of ebony lay before Lao Wang.

What kind of ebony is this? Xiao Rou rushed forward to have a look, "Wow, the texture is so special—it doesn't feel like wood at all."

Yeah, this forms after being buried underground for thousands of years, already carbonized, so it feels a bit like jade; you say using it for a coffin would be pretty awesome, right?

Yeah, Dad, if you use this, you'll definitely be the sharpest-looking guy at your funeral.

Lao Wang:...

Damn it, I'm already dead and buried—what do I need a sharp-looking guy for?

Ignoring the two youngsters' nonsense, Lao Wang squatted down for a careful look.

Xiao Rou checked the feel, while he examined the material and grain.

After looking, he went to one end of the log and tried to lift it—it was a bit heavy.

Hey Lao Wang, this thing's heavy—watch your back," Ye Cheng reminded him.

After giving it a try, Lao Wang gave up and nodded,

"It's definitely heavy, it's top-quality ebony—just not nanmu, just ordinary wood."

Who can easily get nanmu? Ordinary wood is already good enough.

Ye Cheng repeated the figures—he'd remeasured that morning: the thickest part is 60 centimeters in diameter, length 6.8 meters, weight unknown.

The stuff's good stuff—why not keep it for yourself?" Lao Wang glanced at Ye Cheng.

Seeing his expression, Lao Wang instantly got what he was about to say and cut him off right away,

I'm not telling you to make a coffin—making furniture or whatever is fine. Also, I need to correct you two: stop fixating on coffin materials; I'm still young, still young, okay?

These two kids, going on about coffins—don't they know the elderly consider that taboo?

Ye Cheng's eyes shifted, he looked at Xiao Rou and said in a smarmy tone,

Heard that? Your dad says he's still young—I get the feeling he's got other ideas.

Hearing that, Xiao Rou instantly went on alert, jumped up in a flash, pressed herself against her dad, voice threatening,

Lao Wang, you're saying—is there someone else out there?

When his own daughter pulled that stunt, Lao Wang immediately threw up his hands in surrender,

Oh my dear daughter, don't listen to his nonsense—am I really that kind of person?

Hmph, you wouldn't dare." Xiao Rou pursed her lips and went back to examining her ebony.

Lao Wang glared at Ye Cheng with hatred, "You little brat, just wait."

How about it, Uncle—buy it or not?" Ye Cheng didn't care about all that; selling the goods is the bottom line.

Lao Wang hadn't even spoken yet when Xiao Rou jumped in,

Dad, buy it—this feels really nice to the touch, and it has a faint fragrance; smelling it is soothing.

Fine, fine, buy it!" Lao Wang sighed, "I shouldn't have brought my daughter today, though I don't get to decide."

Ordinary ebony is only 50,000 per ton, I'll add a bit, how about 60,000 per ton? Lao Wang quoted a price.

60,000 per ton, Ye Cheng estimated this log could sell for seventy to eighty thousand, feeling it's a bit low.

"No, Lao Wang, take another look, give it a bit more; this absolutely has enough age, otherwise it couldn't be this heavy—I dragged it back from the sea, the boat is almost falling apart."

Ye Cheng wasn't just bluffing either; ebony also depends on age, this log being so heavy must be good stuff, although processing it later will be difficult, but that's none of my concern.

Moreover, this log is a single piece, can be made into large items; making a bed or table is certainly possible, and it's whole.

Then let's make it 70,000, can't go higher; it's just that such large material is rare on the market now, otherwise it couldn't fetch this price.

At 70,000, Ye Cheng is absolutely fine; estimated total will be around a little over a hundred thousand.

"Okay, but I don't have a vehicle to deliver it." Ye Cheng spoke frankly, such a big item, I can't find a vehicle to send it.

"I'll call a vehicle, but at noon I need to have lunch at your place, that's okay, right?"

"Having a meal is fine; for such a big customer, providing a meal is no problem for me—tell me, what do you want to eat?"

"I want grilled fish and crayfish!" Xiao Rou interjected.

"I'll just have some light fresh vegetables." Lao Wang is older and can't handle heavy flavors.