Watching an old man with a distinguished air, his tears dripping down as he knelt in the flower bed, completely disregarding the mud and water dirtying his expensive clothes, the staff from the celebration company were utterly bewildered.

"What's going on, that broken thing, I almost casually threw it away just now."

"I don't know, by the looks of it, that thing seems to be an incredible treasure."

The staff from the celebration company didn't understand the situation, their faces full of confusion.

But at this moment, the owners from Antique Street gazed at the old man shedding tears, their eyes growing serious.

You see, in Provincial City, the real professional antique circle wasn't very large.

These owners didn't know this old man's surname, name, or background very well.

But they knew one thing.

That was, this old man, was a VIP of the Wanxin Hesheng Auction House.

Although he never went to old goods markets, he would often attend when the Wanxin Hesheng Auction House held auctions.

"Treasure!" Sun Kaiping's fingers were already tapping lightly on the table.

Mr. Ma's gaze had also brightened.

However, since they didn't understand the situation, they remained silent for the time being, showing no further action.

But now, the people who came with the old man rushed over all at once.

"Let me see, the Lingzhi fungus is dark red, with fine mycelium, clearly visible under the sunlight, with blood-like floss inside; yes, it must be!" a man in his forties exclaimed.

"The powdery substance on the surface, fresh and fishy upon tasting, soft and filled with the unique aroma of Lingzhi and a faint fishy smell, without any hint of decayed wood or bitterness, Blood Ganoderma, this is Blood Ganoderma!" a man cried out in ecstasy, laughing aloud.

The man who had previously said that it was impossible for Blood Ganoderma to be here, a middle-aged man around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, squatted at the edge of the flower bed, his eyes filled with shock, completely unaware that the water spray from the flower bed had soaked half of his body.

"This unique shape, and the fresh fishy taste, can't be faked, especially the powdery substance on the surface, you can distinctly feel upon tasting it, how the speed of blood flow noticeably increases."

"We've found it, really found it!" the thirty-five or thirty-six-year-old middle-aged man said ecstatically, "The Exotic Treasure, Blood Ganoderma! We finally found it!"

Seeing a large group of well-dressed, dignified people, crying and laughing around the flower bed, their leather shoes full of mud, soaked in their clothes but not minding it, the staff from the celebration company were completely dumbfounded.

"Are these guys on drugs?"

"Crazy, right, what kind of crappy object is that, not even worth as much as the leather shoes on that guy's feet, right?"

"Such fine clothes and shoes, a set not worth a few thousand yuan is impossible, now they are covered in mud and laughing for some crappy Lingzhi, really a bunch of lunatics."

In the midst of the utterly bewildered looks from the celebration company's staff.

The old man with snot and tears dried his eyes and carefully and respectfully placed the ordinary-looking Blood Ganoderma-growing Planting Stick on the table set up in the courtyard.

Watching the mud and water dirty the white tablecloth.

An owner from Antique Street couldn't help but blurt out, "Damn, can you be careful, putting such dirty things on the table, how are we supposed to eat later?"

The instant they heard this.

Not only did the old man's gaze turn icy in an instant, but the eyes of those following the old man also grew fearsome.

"Commoners, what qualifies you to comment on this heavenly Exotic Treasure!" the thirty-five or thirty-six-year-old man snorted coldly.

The cold tone somehow gave everyone present a chill.

Almost simultaneously, the old man cleared his throat, and that light cough immediately diluted the killing intent emitted by the middle-aged man.

"Such a waste of heaven's gifts!" The old man looked up at Shen Qiang with heartfelt pain and said, "Young friend, how can you be so careless with such a rare and exotic treasure? Had I been a step later, it might have drowned under your tap water."

Shen Qiang could only offer a wry smile in helplessness.

It was just an ordinary Blood Ganoderma, and because of its low quality, Shen Qiang hadn't even planned on planting it. Plus, since he was going to sell it anyway, where else to throw the dirty Planting Stick if not into a flower bed?

At this point, Boss Ma, sitting to the side, tentatively chimed in, "Then, how much do you think this treasure is worth?"

The old man's eyes lit up and he said to Shen Qiang seriously, "Three thousand."

Upon hearing this, Boss Ma was stunned.

The people from the celebration company burst into laughter.

"No wonder he threw it into a flower bed—it's only worth three thousand. All this commotion for just a half month's wages."

"Scared me to death, I thought it was some incredible treasure."

"These bosses are just putting on a comedy show, hilarious."

But as the people from the celebration company laughed, the old man solemnly added, "Per gram."

Instantly, the smiles froze on the faces of the people from the celebration company, followed by bewilderment.

"Per gram? Three thousand per gram? Damn, gold is only three hundred per gram!"

"Are they insane? This thing is worth ten times the price of gold? With that kind of money, might as well buy a big gold chain, right?"

They were dumbfounded.

But the bosses from Antique Street had somewhat of an idea after hearing the price.

"It's not that expensive. Three thousand per gram, thirty thousand for ten grams. Those two little Lingzhi bowls look like they add up to about fifty or sixty grams. Three fives are fifteen... less than two hundred thousand. It's a bit steep, but acceptable."

Upon hearing the quote, Sun Kaiping, who had been lightly tapping his fingers on the table, stopped, looking somewhat disappointed.

Boss Ma also pursed his lips, clearly thinking that an obscure item worth only tens or hundreds of thousands was not worth the trouble.

But just then, the old man continued with deep feeling, "Including the Planting Stick!"

The person in charge of the celebration company, who was drinking water, sprayed it out!

"Are they out of their minds? That big Planting Stick must weigh at least two pounds!"

"The Planting Stick is also three thousand per gram?" Boss Ma, with his buttocks firmly clenched, asked with bright eyes.

The old man nodded seriously, "Indeed."

In an instant, the eyes of the many bosses from the street shone like ice, their deep-rooted greed unleashed like a wild beast freed from its cage.

"The price is still reasonable," Sun Kaiping said indifferently. His fingers, which had stopped before, began tapping rapidly on the table again. He glanced at Boss Ma beside him.

Seeing Boss Ma shaking his leg frantically, Sun Kaiping smiled, "But I have one big hobby, and that is snatching treasures from others' hands. Three thousand and one each, I'll take this what's-it's-name Lingzhi."

Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man standing behind the old man, probably in his mid-thirties, was furious, "Insolence! Such an exotic treasure, you commoners have no right to bid on it!"

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