Chapter 113: Ren Yang Is a Clown

Jiangnan's voice was calm, his gaze steadfast.

The manager gave Jiangnan a deep look, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He had observed countless people, yet had never seen such a distinguished young man.

"Sir, the Crystal Heart is our headquarters' prized treasure, priceless."

The manager's voice was steady, with a hint of probing.

"If you truly wish to purchase, we need to consult headquarters."

"Fine."

Jiangnan's voice remained calm, his eyes showing no ripple.

The manager nodded, turned aside, and picked up the phone to dial.

The other patrons in the shop collectively held their breath, awaiting the outcome.

They knew this would be a high‑stakes gamble.

Ren Yang's complexion darkened, a trace of unease flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected things to develop to this point.

Yet he quickly steadied himself, and his face again showed a swaggering expression.

"Hmph, I wonder how long you can keep up the act."

Ren Yang let out a cold snort, his tone full of contempt.

Jiangnan suddenly turned and looked toward Ren Yang,

"Aren't you quite rich? Dare you make a bet with me?"

Ren Yang slightly frowned, but as the Ren Family Eldest Son, he never loses face, and moreover he looked down on this guy in front of him. So he immediately said:

"What do you want to bet? Young Master will see it through to the end!"

"Simple: we bet on who can buy the Crystal Heart. Whatever extra price you're willing to add, I'll be ready."

A hint of mockery flashed in Jiangnan's eyes; after a pause, he continued:

"Whoever loses must, like a dog in public, crawl out of here!"

Ren Yang never imagined Jiangnan could be so ruthless.

But on second thought, looking across the entire Qingzhou Province, none are richer than his family. Moreover, a mere Jinghai City?

So he nodded and said:

"Bet it, you think Young Master would be afraid of you?"

Time ticked by second by second, the shop's atmosphere grew extremely tense.

Finally, the manager hung up the phone, a trace of shock on his face.

He walked to Jiangnan's side and bowed deeply.

"Sir, headquarters has agreed."

The manager's voice trembled, tinged with excitement.

"But it requires you to pay a deposit of two hundred million."

As soon as the manager finished speaking, the surrounding crowd erupted.

Two hundred million as a deposit is no small sum.

Even for those wealthy magnates, it is a huge amount.

Everyone's gaze focused on Jiangnan, awaiting his response.

Ren Yang's face showed an unmistakable smug smile.

He silently scoffed, two hundred million—let's see how this country bumpkin produces it.

Murong Wan's palm exuded fine beads of sweat; she tightly grasped Jiangnan's hand, her fingertips icy.

She didn't know how much Jiangnan truly had, but two hundred million was, to her, an astronomical figure.

Jiangnan remained expressionless, as if everything around him were irrelevant.

He pulled a Black Card from his pocket and handed it to the manager.

"Swipe."

His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.

The manager took the card with both hands, examining it closely.

The card was entirely jet black, bearing no pattern or text, only when viewed from a certain angle could a faint dark‑gold vein be discerned.

The manager was startled; he had never seen such a card.

Yet years of experience told him the card was certainly not ordinary.

He turned toward the checkout counter and inserted the card into the POS machine.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the result.

The shop was so quiet that a pin could be heard falling, only the POS emitted a faint "beep‑beep."

Ren Yang's mouth curled into a mocking grin.

He was convinced Jiangnan could not produce that much money.

He himself didn't even have a hundred million in savings, let alone Jiangnan, who seemed ordinary.

He wanted to see how Jiangnan would end it.

At this moment, he even looked forward to Jiangnan barking like a dog, crawling out of the mall!

At that instant, the POS emitted a long "beep," and the screen displayed a successful transaction.

The manager's face showed an incredulous expression.

He trembled as he handed the card and a receipt to Jiangnan.

"Sir, the transaction succeeded; the deposit has been paid."

The manager's voice trembled slightly, clearly still reeling from shock.

A dead silence enveloped the surroundings.

Everyone froze, as if turned to stone.

They could not believe their eyes.

Two hundred million, paid so effortlessly?

What on earth is this young man's background?

Ren Yang's smile froze instantly, replaced by a pallid hue.

He opened his mouth wide, yet no sound came out.

He felt his cheeks burning, as if slapped hard.

He couldn't believe that Jiangnan actually produced two hundred million.

How could this be possible?

He himself doesn't even have a hundred million; how could this country bumpkin Jiangnan have it?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Ren Yang shouted wildly in his mind, refusing to accept the reality before him.

He would rather believe it was all an illusion.

Jiangnan turned his head toward Ren Yang, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Now, what else do you have to say?"

Jiangnan's voice was calm, yet carried a powerful pressure.

Ren Yang's complexion shifted between blue and white; he clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm.

He felt an unparalleled humiliation and anger.

He tried to retort, but found himself with nothing to say.

Facts speak louder than rhetoric; Jiangnan struck his face hard with concrete action.

He now resembled a Clown, mocked by everyone.

"Don't be smug; you previously said you'd spend five hundred million to buy the Crystal Heart, and now you've only paid the deposit. You haven't won!"

Ren Yang gritted his teeth, staring intently at Jiangnan.

Jiangnan gave a contemptuous smile, then turned to face the jewelry store manager.

"When will the Crystal Heart be delivered?"

The manager bowed respectfully, his waist slightly bent, hands clasped in front of him.

"We've arranged for headquarters to transport it by helicopter, expected to arrive within half an hour."

The manager's voice rang loudly, ensuring everyone present could hear.

A collective gasp of cold air rose from the surroundings.

Helicopter transport?

What a distinguished client must be to enjoy such treatment?

The crowd's gaze toward Jiangnan grew even more reverent.

If earlier they merely speculated Jiangnan's extraordinary identity.

Now they can almost be certain Jiangnan is an unattainable existence for them.

Ren Yang's complexion turned iron‑blue.

His knuckles whitened from the tight grip.

Jealousy blazed fiercely in his heart.

Why?

Why can this country bumpkin enjoy such treatment while he must embarrass himself here?

He was unwilling to accept it.

He didn't believe Jiangnan truly had that much money.

He thought it must be Jiangnan bluffing.

As long as he persisted, Jiangnan would eventually slip up.

The atmosphere inside the shop grew subtle.

Everyone waited, awaiting the result after half an hour.

Time ticked by second by second, as if stretched infinitely.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Ren Yang's forehead; he kept glancing at his watch, restless inside.

He hoped time would pass quickly so Jiangnan would be fully exposed.

He also feared time would truly pass, because he didn't know how he would end up if Jiangnan actually bought the Crystal Heart.

Half an hour felt as long as a century.

Finally, a roar of propellers, from afar to near, shattered the shop's silence.

Everyone's spirits lifted, all turning their gaze toward the entrance.

A wholly white helicopter slowly descended onto the mall's entrance plaza.