Chapter 64 - 64 The Middleman
I Transmigrated as the Antagonists' Mother!
64 The Middleman
After the two of them shook hands, Vivian smiled and pulled Leon forward. âThis is my son, Leon. I brought him to the capital on a business trip.â
âHello, Uncle Jack,â said Leon politely.
Jack looked at the two of them in surprise. âOh my God, Ms. Vivian, you look so young. I thought you had just graduated from school.â
Although Jackâs words were exaggerated, he was really surprised.
Vivian looked amused and teased him for a while, and the three of them entered the private room.
After ordering, Vivian started the topic. âDid Mr. Jack see anything in advance this time?â
Before the stone gambling event, those who had connections in the industry would start to inquire about whether there were any excellent goods, where it was produced, who had seen them in advance, what the quality was, and so on.
Jack laughed. âIâve done some homework in advance, but we still have to see the scene. No matter how well you say it, itâs better to see it with your own eyes and touch it with your hands.â
Vivian agreed. âThatâs true. At the end of the day, these are all for reference. No one can guarantee anything until the moment itâs cut open.â
Then, Vivian looked at Jack and casually mentioned, âBy the way, thereâs an underground cultural relic event in the capital the day after tomorrow. I heard that there would be a lot of good stuff this time. Are you interested, Mr. Jack?â
Jack didnât expect Vivian to know about such a secret activity. He had only heard about it a few days ago in a high-class club.
He was even more confident Vivian was not an ordinary businesswoman. He smiled so widely that the corners of his eyes were about to burst into flowers and unconsciously had a trace of flattery. âMs. Vivian, donât make fun of me. How can I enter? Thatâs a place where only the rich and powerful people are qualified to go. I was lucky enough to see this yearâs invitation letter a few days ago.â
âI heard that there are different designs every year. This yearâs invitation paper was specially purchased from Country H. Dozens of people spent two years and went through 108 processes to make one. It was said that it could be preserved for thousands of years without decay. Just the cost of production alone was tens of thousands of Yuan! They only made a hundred invitation letters.â
Vivian was secretly shocked. She didnât expect this event to be of such a high level. This meant she would be lucky if she could get to know two people who could enter.
Vivian made up her mind and looked at Jack with a smile. âTo tell you the truth, I donât have an invitation, but Iâm very interested. Do you have any connections? I donât care how much it costs!â
Jack would not look down on Vivian just because she could not get an invitation. There were only so many invitations, and most of the people who could get an invitation were top antique dealers and real bigwigs. He felt it was already very impressive for Vivian to know about this.
Because of the reputation of Eternal Jewelry, Jack could talk to those people. He could help with simple things, but they did not have any deep friendship.
Jack looked at Vivian with a troubled expression. âMs. Vivian, itâs not that I donât want to help you, but I really donât have such high-level connections.â
Vivian could see Jackâs dilemma, but she also knew that he knew many people, so she said, âActually, Iâve also done some research on antiques. If someone needs to appraise it, I believe I can give them significant advice. Of course, as the middleman, Iâll definitely express my gratitude to you.â
When Jack heard this, he thought of Vivianâs 800-Yuan bet on Imperial Green Onyx. He was hesitant about Vivianâs words. After all, good luck did not come every time.
Good luck did not come all the time, but Vivian had a golden finger!
However, only she knew about this. She saw Jackâs hesitation and continued, âHow about this? If you have someone you can recommend, you can contact the other party first. I can display my abilities at any time.â
âIâm very confident in my ability to identify antiques. Although antiques and raw stones are different, they are no less difficult than stone gambling. As far as I know, many collectors have suffered losses from counterfeits. Even a veteran with decades of experience will make mistakes. No one wants to waste so much money, so why donât you test my strength? Maybe, I can really reduce the other partyâs losses.â