The Amazing Son In Law Chapter 57

Jasmine expressed her true feelings.

She couldn’t help but think that the new chairman of the Emgrand Group was truly enigmatic.

He had effortlessly acquired a vast conglomerate worth hundreds of billions, yet he never made an appearance. It was clear that his business ventures extended far beyond the scope of the Emgrand Group.

In contrast, the Moore family seemed rather insignificant.

However, what Jasmine didn’t realize was that the chairman of the Emgrand Group, whom she had hoped to befriend, was sitting right beside her.

Charlie maintained an air of low-profile humility, replying to her comments briefly while withholding any personal information.

Jasmine drove swiftly and steadily.

Before long, they arrived at a quaint courtyard by the riverbank.

This secluded and elegant courtyard had a simple exterior, but inside, it showcased the architectural style of a water village from Salford Province.

With small bridges arching over trickling water, beautifully landscaped Su-style gardens, and pavilions, the scenery was picturesque.

After parking the car, they were promptly welcomed inside by a staff member.

They crossed the yard and entered the lobby.

Inside the traditionally decorated hall, a round table made of mahogany took center stage, surrounded by several armchairs.

Upon seeing the two of them enter, an elderly man with white hair rose to greet Jasmine, saying, “Miss, you’ve arrived.”

Jasmine looked slightly flustered and responded, “Uncle Quilt, what brings you here too?”

The old man smiled gently, “The master learned of your visit and asked me to come take care of you.”

Jasmine nodded and introduced Charlie, “Uncle Quilt is our family’s treasured appraiser sent from the Moore family. They are concerned about any potential mistakes.”

Charlie nodded in understanding. Being young, it was reasonable for the Moore family to have some reservations.

Uncle Quilt peered at Charlie with a hint of disdain and asked, “Is this the young treasure appraiser invited by the eldest lady? So young, have you already mastered the art of appraisal?”

A middle-aged man with an unpleasant expression next to him scoffed, “You brought such a young person to appraise? Is there no one else in the Moore family? Should I lend you a few competent appraisers? Hahaha.”

Jasmine’s expression turned cold as she retorted, “Travis Lane, this is Aurous Hill, not your Lancaster. You really shouldn’t speak out of line here.”

Travis Lane shrugged casually, unfazed, “Looks like the little girl from the Moore family has a fiery temper.”

“Enough…” a middle-aged man sitting at the eastern side of the round table interjected sternly. “We’re here to conduct business, not to argue. Let’s stay composed.”

“And you, young man, please take a seat as well.”

Jasmine snorted but gradually settled into her chair.

Charlie also took a seat, and then Jasmine leaned in closer to whisper in his ear, “The person called Travis Lane is the wealthiest man in Lancaster. That guy next to him is Matthew Gibson, a highly regarded Feng Shui master. The one who just spoke is Graham, head of the Quinton family in Aurous Hill. Their family has recently…”

Charlie then noticed an elderly man in a green black suit seated beside Travis Lane. The old man sported a full head of silver hair, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. He exuded an aura that seemed to ward off strangers, keeping his eyes closed without reacting even as Charlie and the others entered.

At this point, Jasmine fell silent. Though Charlie was curious, he chose not to ask any further questions.

Once everyone had taken their seats, a portly man in lavish attire sitting across the table smiled and said, “Now that we’ve settled the quarrels, let’s examine the item. You’re all affluent families, there’s no need to fret over such a small trinket worth hundreds of millions.”

Travis scoffed, “As long as this item truly possesses the ability to harmonize Feng Shui and calm the spirit as you’ve claimed, I wouldn’t mind spending hundreds of millions on it.”

The fat man glanced around, then placed an ancient wooden box on the table.

Inside the box lay a piece of red jade that emitted a blood-like glow and displayed a vintage style. As soon as it was revealed, a warm atmosphere enveloped the hall.

Graham and his companions immediately stared in awe.

Turning to Uncle Quilt, Jasmine asked, “Uncle Quilt, what’s your opinion on this jade?”

Uncle Quilt examined it for a moment, nodding, “It appears to be genuine. It’s a blood jade from before the Zhou Dynasty, evidently nurtured for a long time by a revered monk.”

Jasmine nodded before turning to Charlie, asking, “What about you, Mr. Wade?”

Charlie curled his lips in disdain and replied, “It’s a counterfeit…”

Uncle Quilt scoffed disdainfully and said, “You’re so young who gave you the audacity to mislead so many people?”

The old man Matthew Gibson beside Travis Lane opened his eyes and inquired, “May I handle it?”

The fat man snickered mockingly, saying, “Mr. Gibson, are you joking? You know you can’t handle jade carelessly? Ordinary jade should not be handled and this piece is blood jade from the Zhou Dynasty. Who would take responsibility if it were to fall or get damaged?”

Matthew Gibson paused for a moment, realizing his mistake, and said, “I was too forward…”

He stepped closer to the ancient jade, scrutinizing it carefully. After a while, he closed his eyes again and after a lengthy silence, he nodded and remarked, “I can’t attest to whether it is truly from the Zhou Dynasty, but the claims regarding its ability to harmonize Feng Shui and calm the mind seem credible.”

At this, the atmosphere in the room grew charged with excitement.

For them, the exact history of this jade held little significance what mattered most was its potential value.

Uncle Quilt smiled and commented, “Mr. Gibson possesses discernment, unlike those who lack ability yet still feign knowledge.”

Hearing this, Jasmine felt a tinge of disappointment towards Charlie.

It seemed he was still too young. Despite his flair for cultural relic restoration, he was considerably outmatched by these seasoned experts when it came to identifying antiques.

Noticing Jasmine’s dismay, Charlie simply shook his head slightly. If these individuals wished to be deceived, he saw no reason to intervene.

Once the fat man observed that everyone had completed their evaluations, he closed the box and said with a grin, “Now that we’ve appraised the item, shall we make our bids?”

Before he could finish, Graham jumped in, “I’ll offer 100 million…”

“130 million,” Travis Lane chimed in.

Seeing Jasmine remain silent, the fat man queried, “What about you, Ms. Moore?”

Noticing Jasmine hesitating, Quilt leaned in and whispered, “Miss, this is undoubtedly a treasure. Its estimated value should be around 300 million. Acquiring it for 200 million would guarantee you a great deal.”

Jasmine felt a flicker of uncertainty. She glanced at Charlie, but found him to be impassive, neither pleased nor distressed, which only added to her confusion.

Uncle Quilt cast a cold glance at Charlie, knowing that Jasmine’s hesitation stemmed from Charlie’s influence and he said, “Earlier, Mr. Wade claimed that this ancient jade is fake. I am genuinely curious how he arrived at that conclusion. Let’s witness Mr. Wade’s expertise!”

Should Charlie speak nonsense thereafter, Jasmine would surely realize that his words lacked substance, allowing her to feel secure in making an offer.

The others chimed in with derisive comments.

“What does he know, being just a boy? He shouldn’t embarrass himself here…”

“Indeed, who appointed him to speak?”

“If you have no intention of bidding, then please don’t waste our time.”

Listening to the mockery surrounding him, Charlie merely regarded Uncle Quilt with interest and calmly asked, “Are you certain you want me to elaborate?”