Chapter 476: Double, super double

Elder Zhang took over the conversation: "Call him Young Master Liang."

"No no no." Liang Rong gave an embarrassed laugh and said, "Elder Zhang, please don't tease me."

"Just now my attitude was bad; I reflect, I admit my mistake."

Elder Zhang snorted.

Just now Liang Rong wasn't even willing to introduce himself; not only did he look down on Wu An, but he also refused to give him face.

He didn't get angry.

It's not that he has a broad mind; it's just unnecessary.

Why?

Having spent a lifetime in this line of work, I've seen all kinds of demons and monsters; most spoiled rich young masters have this attitude.

Liang Rong looks down on ordinary people from the bottom of his heart.

This disdain is engraved in his bones, dissolved in his bloodline.

Liang Rong's visit seemingly was to purchase ambergris, but actually, from the moment Liang Rong arrived, at that moment in his shop, he had no choice but to sell.

Not selling to Liang Rong is a trivial matter.

Not giving the Liang family face, future trouble is inevitable.

For this reason.

That's why he had to reluctantly give it up.

Liang Rong still extended his hand: "I'm Liang Rong, from Jiang-Zhe."

"You look younger than me; I'm 24."

"I'll call you A An, you call me Rong Ge."

"Just now it wasn't aimed at you; it's just a habitual reflex, sorry."

He apologized with his words, but his posture wasn't low.

Gu Anran watched, his brows involuntarily furrowed, thinking this person is really arrogant.

Even his apology was delivered with righteous confidence.

Wu An shook his hand: "Rong Ge, I don't mind."

"I just turned 20."

"You as an older brother truly deserve the title."

Saying that with his mouth, but to claim he feels no resentment at all would be a lie.

But he also doesn't have much anger.

Liang Rong appears lacking in cultivation; the two words "arrogant" are written on his face.

Others also explained clearly: he is just that kind of person.

After all, he's a rich second-generation; he understands.

The most important thing is that the ambergris in his hand is likely to be sold to Liang Rong.

Although he doesn't need to beg anyone, it's also not good to lose face and cause a scene.

If they become enemies, then selling anything would be pointless.

If it were his previous life, he probably wouldn't even bother with this high-and-mighty guy before him.

But now, he naturally wouldn't be so childish.

Harmony brings wealth.

More friends, more paths.

This path must keep getting wider as we go.

What he likes to do most now is make friends.

The instructor also said, make enemies few and friends many.

Friends.

A true maxim!

Having lived two lives, he may not have many other talents, but his ability to reconcile with himself is probably unmatched.

In plain terms, he has matured.

Hearing Wu An speak like that, Liang Rong's smile naturally grew.

"A An, you're not bad; I accept you as my younger brother."

His tone was still as arrogant as ever.

Wu An smiled and nodded.

Actually, people whose arrogance is superficial are rather easy to get along with.

For example, now.

Let him be arrogant; when we discuss business later, I'll definitely benefit.

Elder Zhang was somewhat surprised.

Just now he took over the conversation voluntarily, actually fearing Wu An would slight Liang Rong.

In that light, he was overthinking.

Wu An is several years younger than Liang Rong, but his demeanor is far more mature.

Earlier he thought Wu An picking up ambergris was really good luck.

But now he thinks Wu An's good luck is secondary; being tolerant and capable of handling matters is his true talent.

Someone like that, mixing in society, cannot fail to succeed.

Elder Zhang kept praising Wu An in his heart, and thinking about Wu An's grievance, he pondered that later he'd help make up for it on the money side.

Elder Zhang didn't realize that at this moment his and Wu An's thoughts coincided.

In fact, it was inevitable that their thoughts would be the same.

If it weren't for the money, who wouldn't want to unleash a burst right then?

Everyone knows, stepping on Liang Rong underfoot is the most satisfying.

Liang Rong didn't realize he had already been schemed against by Wu An and Elder Zhang in tacit agreement, and he proactively said: "Elder Zhang, A An, just now you said you were going to get the ambergris? You're worried someone might snatch it—I guess it's not small."

Where is it?

Let me open my eyes.

Wu An led the way.

Soon.

Wu An carried the ambergris out of the car, got out, and Gu Anran hurried over to help support it; seeing how large the ambergris was, Liang Rong was startled.

Could something this big be ambergris?

Is it really ambergris?

Elder Zhang...

Elder Zhang coughed, looked left and right, and said: "Stop the nonsense, let's go back first."

The group hurried back to the shop.

Closed the door.

Locked it.

Wu An placed the ambergris on the table with a "bang," Elder Zhang was furious, stroking his beard and glaring: "Be careful!"

Wu An said: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Although he had applied medicine when prying open the white butterfly clams, and his condition improved day by day, the aftereffects remained; his arm occasionally lost strength.

Elder Zhang saw a bit of foam fall and said: "This is perfect for testing whether something this big is really ambergris."

He used the same procedure as before, and soon smoke filled the air.

Liang Rong immediately leaned in to sniff, took a deep breath, then showed an enraptured expression: "Yes, yes, yes, that's the scent, it's ambergris!"

Goodness, we've been searching for ambergris for years, even traveled abroad to many places, but this is the first time we've seen one this large!

This time I'll really get to show off.

Hahaha.

After saying that, he burst out laughing, as if the ambergris before him already belonged to him.

This... is great.

Those in business know well: the easiest customers to swindle are those who walk in, immediately pick a product, and put on an air of "I must buy this, it's mine."

Liang Rong is exactly that.

Wu An narrowed his eyes, smiling at Liang Rong, and asked: "Brother Rong, you say you've never seen one—could it be that you're poorly informed?"

Is an ambergris this big really that rare?

Liang Rong glared and shouted: "I'm poorly informed?"

Brother, you're really looking down on your Brother Rong.

I've seen ambergris before—maybe not a hundred, but several dozen—and they're basically all this size.

He said as he spoke.

He waved his hand, letting one of the bodyguards take out the ambergris they had just bought.

Ambergris weighing a few dozen grams is mainstream and common.

To Liang Rong, this size is too common—like a chicken rib, a pity to discard, tasteless to eat; even if taken out, the old man would at most glance at him a little more.

Liang Rong later realized his reaction had been overly excited, and he earnestly explained: "It's not that I'm overreacting as an older brother; it's truly that rare."

Wu An suddenly understood: "Ah, that's how it is."

Actually, he wanted to laugh himself crazy inside.

The ambergris he intends to sell keeps increasing in value.

Raise the stakes.

Crazy to raise the stakes!