Chapter 415: Confirmation (Happy New Year's Day)

Wu An found an antique shop with customers inside and, pulling Gu Anran, was about to go in.

Gu Anran held him back: "A An, what are we doing here?"

"What do you want to buy? Tell me first."

The last time Wu An, without a word, took her to buy a lot of gold ornaments; although she was delighted when buying them, in the end those ornaments all proved useful.

But she doesn't want to do it again.

Thinking that way seems a bit like taking advantage and then pretending to be meek, yet she still feels lingering fear.

Wu An has spent too much money on her.

Wu An patted her hand and laughed, "We won't buy anything this time."

"It's to sell something."

Wu An, while speaking, took the smallest piece of Ambergris from his bag and continued, "I plan to sell this, then we'll go look at cars."

Whatever price we get for this today, that's the amount of car we'll buy.

"What is this?" Gu Anran looked curiously.

Wu An said, "You'll know in a moment."

"Oh." Gu Anran was curious but didn't press further; she's just that understanding and doesn't put too much pressure on people.

She shifted her gaze from the strange stone in Wu An's palm and said, "You said to look at cars, what kind of cars?"

Wu An replied, "I can't take you to see electric cars; of course it's sedans."

Gu Anran stared, "We just left driving school!"

Wu An nodded, "You're right."

"It was my miscalculation."

"I should have bought the car home earlier."

"That's right... huh?" Gu Anran slightly opened her mouth and said, "I didn't mean that!"

Wu An laughed heartily, "No more teasing."

"We go look at cars today, set a date, but we might not be able to take delivery on the spot."

"Let's not chat at someone's doorstep."

"Going inside to enjoy the air‑conditioning is fine too."

Gu Anran followed him inside.

The shop was small; a middle‑aged man who seemed to be the owner was attending to a middle‑aged couple.

The couple were dressed in gold and silver, examining jade.

Wu An, without greeting, turned around by himself first.

He didn't see the Ambergris.

That's normal.

He searched Baidu; Ambergris is very precious, ordinary antique shops wouldn't have it.

If you want to buy it, you can go to an auction house, but that also depends on luck.

Wu An did manage to contact an auction house online, but they first asked him to pay a deposit.

He decisively ran away.

Nothing to be done.

In his whole life he never dealt with this; he asked Gao Qiangqi, but the latter was too busy to accompany him.

He also felt embarrassed to trouble them.

So he just decided to go fetch water himself first.

After waiting a few minutes, the couple put down their items and left.

The owner escorted them to the door, turned back toward Wu An and called, "Handsome, what would you like to buy?"

Wu An said, "I'll just look around."

"Owner, besides selling goods, do you also buy?"

The owner went to the display case, lifted a teacup and took a sip, then calmly said, "We do buy."

Wu An took out the Ambergris, spread his hand to show it, and said, "Will you buy this?"

The owner, wearing glasses, adjusted his frames and stared at it.

Gu Anran was also watching.

She was a bit nervous.

She looked left and right; no matter how she looked, it seemed just an irregular ordinary stone.

But Wu An said selling this could buy a car.

She feared Wu An might have misidentified a good item, leading to empty joy, and perhaps the owner would kick them out.

The owner glanced and recognized it; the handsome guy's palm held a piece of Ambergris.

Running into an antique shop to sell Ambergris?

It didn't look like something a family collected.

Then it must be something he happened to obtain.

Whoa!

Such good luck!

The owner looked at the Ambergris, his mind already racing to assess it.

He smiled.

"Handsome, lucky you, this is a piece of Ambergris." The owner, who had been seated, stood up, leaned in to examine, and brought a tray lined with cloth.

Wu An secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Don't judge by his calm exterior; though he didn't react when the boss said this was ambergris, inside he had been doubtful.

Although everyone says this is ambergris, even the old man has only ever seen someone obtain it.

Nor is anyone an expert.

His purpose for this trip was first to confirm whether this is ambergris.

Now, the big stone in his heart has finally settled.

Next, it's simple: just need to sell it.

In short, when out and about, it all comes down to acting.

He placed the ambergris on the cloth and asked, "Boss, what's the quality like?"

Gu Anran looked astonished.

Ambergris?

Is this the legendary ambergris?

Anyone who grew up in the fishing village knows what ambergris is.

The village elders always talk about who got lucky and found ambergris, and how much money they made from selling it.

In her mind, finding ambergris is just like winning the lottery.

No wonder Wu An said selling this piece of ambergris would let him buy a car.

Maybe he could really buy a car, and even a decent one!

The boss took a magnifying glass, had a look, shook his head and said, "Brother, I'm a straightforward person—good ambergris is white; yours is gray and also small."

"I'll be blunt: the quality isn't great."

After speaking, he still shook his head with a look of regret.

Wu An furrowed his brows: "Name your price."

The boss picked up the ambergris, examined it left and right, shaking his head, frowning, sighing, showing his hesitation; after a while he said, "To be honest, normally I wouldn't take this—it's easy to end up losing money on it."

"However, you managed to find it, so you must live near the sea."

"Making the trip to the county seat must be quite a hassle."

"How about this: I'll buy it for one thousand."

"That's enough money to buy your girlfriend a new outfit."

Gu Anran glanced at herself.

No wonder the boss said that.

Her clothes are indeed a bit worn; the floral dress has faded in places from washing.

So the boss probably misunderstood, thinking she had never seen much money.

And it even made Wu An look lowly in his eyes.

Gu Anran picked up the ambergris and put it away, saying, "A An, I'm angry."

"He's treating us like beggars to get rid of."

Wu An smiled: "Then let's go."

The boss panicked and shouted, "Hey hey hey, the price isn't right—we can negotiate!"

Gu Anran wasn't having it and retorted, "There's nothing to discuss with someone like you."

Anyway, we won't be dealing with each other again, so there's no need to be polite.

After saying that.

She pulled Wu An toward the exit.

Gu Anran pushed the door.

Wu An, on the other hand, was quite polite, smiling and waving at the boss: "Boss, you said all this, you've made my wife angry—no deal now, huh?"

"If you'd just offered ten thousand or so, this deal might have gone through."

"Hey hey hey, don't see me out, just stay."

He's certainly not polite.

Those words really were a heart‑stabbing insult.

The glass door closed.

The boss's face was red and ugly, his thighs almost bruised from slapping them!

Feeling blue!