"What's wrong? Is the name not good?"

Wang Kaixuan felt a twinge of anxiety when he noticed Cao Yi's unusual reaction.

"Do you have any plans to make money? Like setting a small goal first, to earn a hundred million?"

Cao Yi asked with a smile.

In another world, someone with the same name as Wang Kaixuan became famous across the Straits just by saying this.

Wang Kaixuan coughed violently and bitterly laughed, "Daoist Priest, are you joking? A hundred million is a small goal? Who in the whole country besides Zhang Guo Xi has a hundred million?"

Zhang Guo Xi was the first person after the reform and opening up to amass over a hundred million in assets.

"Success depends on effort,"

Cao Yi smiled.

"Daoist Priest, you still haven't said if the name is good or not,"

Wang Kaixuan pressed.

"Good, it sounds like the fate of a billionaire."

Cao Yi said without hesitation.

Wang Kaixuan's heart leaped with joy; a Daoist Priest's words must be true.

After that, the two fell silent.

The taxi drove further away from the city; the buildings on both sides became shorter and more dilapidated, with shantytowns everywhere, while some oblivious children ran around, carefree in their childhood…

At 2:20 PM, the taxi arrived at the entrance of the Myanmar jade trading venue, and unsurprisingly, many thinly clad soldiers were patrolling.

Normally, this would be the job of the police or security, but the situation was simple: Myanmar is a military government, and the military and police are indistinguishable.

"Stop!"

As Cao Yi and Wang Kaixuan approached the entrance, several armed soldiers blocked their way.

"Hey, don't point your guns at us; we have an invitation!"

Wang Kaixuan grumbled as he pulled the invitation from his pocket and waved it.

The soldiers shook their heads.

Wang Kaixuan was about to say more when Cao Yi stopped him.

"Go over there."

To the right of the entrance, about thirty meters away, there was a makeshift building with a sign written in Chinese, English, and Burmese: "Certification Office."

Perhaps because they were late, there were no jade dealers coming or going.

As soon as Cao Yi and Wang Kaixuan reached the door, they saw a Myanmar man sitting behind a rickety table who didn't even look up as he knocked on the cash register: "Pay ten thousand dollars to get your entry pass."

"What? Pay ten thousand dollars? Why don't you go rob a bank?"

Wang Kaixuan exclaimed angrily.

The Myanmar man squinted his eyes, looking at Wang Kaixuan as if he were an idiot.

"This money is probably a deposit to prevent jade dealers from denying the transaction afterward,"

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Cao Yi said as he took out his bank card and stepped forward to swipe it.

Only then did the Myanmar man pull out two forms.

After filling them out, the two entered the vast Myanmar jade trading hall with their entry passes and invitations.

Due to the early deadline tonight, there were many jade dealers present.

In the crowd, a bald middle-aged man stood out.

"Daoist Priest, look, isn't that Zheng Jia Chun?"

Wang Kaixuan's eyes lit up.

The scene in which Zheng Jia Chun was throwing money around in the morning left a deep impression on him.

"Let's check out the jade rough stones first,"

Cao Yi said as he walked to the side.

The entire venue was distinctly divided into open bidding and closed bidding. Open bidding was casual, like in the Myanmar jade trading company's headquarters earlier in the morning; closed bidding involved bidding without knowing others' prices.

The jade rough stones for closed bidding were dozens of times more than those for open bidding. There were hundreds of thousands of them, stretching endlessly.

"Wow, how long is this going to take to look through?"

Wang Kaixuan exclaimed in shock.

"It won't take long,"

Cao Yi casually replied.

"Daoist Priest, look at that one, it's huge, about a person's height. Could it have as many jades inside as number 2333?"

Wang Kaixuan pointed ahead.

Cao Yi looked up and saw a massive piece of jade rough stone about twenty meters away.

It was too far to feel anything. Cao Yi moved closer.

He completely sensed no spiritual energy; either it contained nothing or it was ordinary water jade.

"Nothing?"

Wang Kaixuan asked tentatively.

Cao Yi continued forward, walking over a hundred meters when a surge of spiritual energy hit him.

A glance revealed it to be about the size of a room, all containing spiritual energy.

A good find right off the bat.

"Note the numbers for these five, six, and seven jade rough stones,"

Wang Kaixuan pulled out a pen and a small notebook to jot down the numbers, quietly asking, "Daoist Priest, how is the jade inside?"

Cao Yi glanced at him and smiled, "It's slightly worse than the number 2333 from this morning, but there's a greater quantity."

Wang Kaixuan showed a pleased expression, "At least it can sell for ten to twenty million."

Cao Yi said nothing; he didn't plan to sell these few.

"Daoist Priest, you've arrived?"

A voice rang out.

Cao Yi didn't turn around, already knowing who it was.

Zheng Jia Chun, the leader of Chow Tai Fook and the heir of the New World Group.

"Daoist Priest, you're the only one who can help me."

Zheng Jia Chun looked grim.

"What happened?"

Cao Yi asked, puzzled about what could trouble this wealthy man.

"Look over there,"

Zheng Jia Chun pointed in the distance.

Cao Yi looked up to see a group of people gathered in the northwest corner of the open bidding area, all wearing headscarves and surrounding a lama respectfully.

"That lama is Liu Zhi Sanzang; he just won thirty million dollars from that bastard at my brother's place. Alas, that money was what I prepared to invest in closed bidding."

Zheng Jia Chun sighed.

So, he was cheated by his brother!

"Where's your brother?"

Cao Yi asked in confusion.

With such a big incident, he should be present.

"He ran away; I don't know where he went. I'm really furious at him."

Zheng Jia Chun stomped his feet in frustration.

"What are those Arabs doing?"

Cao Yi asked again.

A group of Arabs surrounding a lama was too strange.

"They were sent by the Saudi king; the king's favorite son is getting married, and he's dispatched people worldwide to collect jade and jewels,"

Zheng Jia Chun explained.

Cao Yi immediately understood; this group of Arabs, or rather, Saudi representatives, hired a capable lama to collect jade to lower costs.

Zheng Jia Chun's brother stumbled into trouble and lost everything.

"They brought sixty million dollars this time, plus the money they won from my brother and some Chinese merchants, they have at least a hundred million dollars on hand. They also proclaimed that they are willing to bet with anyone,"

Zheng Jia Chun added.

A hundred million dollars!

Cao Yi felt tempted.

With that money, combined with what he won in the morning, he could almost take all the spiritually infused jades from this jade auction.

"Daoist Priest, bet with them!"

Wang Kaixuan's eyes turned red.

Cao Yi remained silent, turning to look coldly at Zheng Jia Chun: "Tempting me to gamble—what's in it for you? If I win, I won't return the money to you."

"I've investigated what happened this morning; that rich guy with a tooth implant is actually one of Daoist Priest's people, and Daoist Priest's third game was a ruse.

Winning against that lama is definitely within Daoist Priest's capabilities, but I'm afraid that if you win once, those Saudi representatives won't dare to gamble with you again. The best solution is to determine the outcome in one game; I'm willing to lend you ninety million dollars, and afterward, just return my thirty million,"

Zheng Jia Chun said, setting aside his earlier grim expression and speaking in a deep voice.

So quickly discovered!

Cao Yi pondered for a few seconds and nodded, "I agree."

Though he would only receive seventy million dollars, it was still a significant amount.

"But you said you lost all your money?"

Wang Kaixuan, confused, asked from the side.

Zheng Jia Chun smiled without responding.