CHAPTER 771: CHAPTER 389: MASTER? JUST A FRAUD!

Huang Henxin’s words made everyone sympathize with Lin Beichen.

Even someone as powerful as Huang Henxin said Lin Beichen’s item is fake.

How could there still be any mistake?

If this big shot wanted something, why would he need to steal it from Lin Beichen? He could just casually let it be known, and people would probably line up to give him treasures.

There’s absolutely no need for it!

"Brother Lin, the situation is as it is. The Red Rope Gourd is fake. Even though it’s unfortunate, facts are facts!

Ordinary people holding onto this item won’t find it useful, unless they find a true master to refine it."

Zheng Xinxi looked at Lin Beichen with a smile. His expression seemed full of reluctance but also kindness.

"In my opinion, you might as well take this opportunity to transfer it to Master Huang. Master Huang, considering my face, can take it, help you recover some of your losses, and make the best use of the item. What do you think?"

"Zheng Xinxi, don’t be generous with my money! This sort of junk, even if you give me money, I wouldn’t want it. And you want me to pay to take it? Do you think I’m a garbage collector?"

Huang Henxin said discontentedly, his face extremely cold.

Liu Yunxi and the others had long been utterly convinced by Huang Henxin. They hurriedly raised their glasses for a toast, as if they were going all out, all for a chance for Lin Beichen.

After a few more glasses of wine, Huang Henxin’s face flushed slightly, seeming finally unable to withstand everyone’s enthusiasm. He then said somewhat grudgingly:

"You people have rare loyalty. Seeing you all so sentimental, I’ll give in a little!

Fifty thousand dollars! Considering your face, I’ll take the item. I won’t pay a penny more!"

"This item is of no use to me. After all, even as an antique, it’s not worth much. The Red Rope Gourd is poorly maintained, its surface is cracked. No matter how well it’s repaired, it won’t last a few months. If you don’t want it, you won’t even get fifty thousand."

In the blink of an eye, the magical artifact bought for four million was worth only fifty thousand.

Not even a fraction of the original price.

This could be called the worst investment in history. In the time of one meal, the asset devalued a thousandfold.

Everyone looked at Lin Beichen, their expressions complex, filled with both pity and sympathy, but powerless.

They could only help so much. Drinking a few glasses on Lin Beichen’s behalf was already their best effort. Master Huang was only buying it for fifty thousand out of consideration. Otherwise, no one would spend money on it.

At this moment, Lin Beichen suddenly showed a faint smile and said:

"Fifty thousand?"

"You really dared to ask. Fifty thousand to buy something that has no energy? That’s quite an insult to one’s intelligence, isn’t it?"

"What did you say?"

Huang Henxin’s expression changed suddenly. As the most famous disciple of a true master from Xiang Island, though he wasn’t as good as a true master, he was still a second-tier celebrity.

People from Xiang Island greatly valued Feng Shui and liked collecting antiques. With Zhou Kuangtian’s backing, Huang Henxin naturally attracted the invitations of big figures.

Although Huang Henxin was just a cook, he had mingled with dozens of wealthy families. Each meeting saw the wealthy treating him with respect. Who would ever dare speak rudely to him?

"Mr. Lin, if you’re unhappy with the price, we can discuss it. Master Huang just wants to help you recover some losses out of sympathy.

This item isn’t a true magical artifact. If not for Master Huang, who would spend money on this junk? Fifty thousand dollars may not be much, but it’s enough for you mainlanders to spend for a while, isn’t it?"

Zheng Xinxi said with a laugh, burping, and looking at Lin Beichen with a hint of frivolity.

Enough for mainlanders to spend for a while?

Talking about money is fine, but why bring in status and origin?

Liu Yunxi’s brows furrowed suddenly, feeling a surge of displeasure, but quickly suppressed it.

This was someone else’s territory, and they needed a favor. Even if the other party spoke rudely, they had to endure it.

The other women didn’t notice this subtlety, still looking at Zheng Xinxi with eyes full of admiration, as if he exuded an intoxicating fragrance and noble aura.

Lin Beichen treated Zheng Xinxi as if he were air, completely ignoring him, playing with the Red Rope Gourd, and said calmly:

"Zheng Xinxi, you speak for Huang Henxin, but Huang Henxin treats you like a fool. Don’t you know that?"

Hearing this, Zheng Xinxi was stunned, looking at Lin Beichen in bewilderment.

He couldn’t understand what gave Lin Beichen the right to say that.

"Are you trying to drive a wedge between me and Huang Henxin?"

Zheng Xinxi said coldly, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

He finally realized that Lin Beichen was not only reticent but also a stubborn person.

Huang Henxin had clearly pronounced the Red Rope Gourd as a death sentence, yet this person shamelessly treated it as a treasure. How laughable.

Buying a four-million treasure at auction, the loss was significant, but Lin Beichen’s defiance only diminished his status.

A wealthy person should dare to gamble and lose. If the item is found to be fake, it should be handed over immediately to maintain a composed and magnanimous demeanor.

Clinging desperately to something not only makes one a joke but serves no purpose.