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I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 889 - 978: If I Bring This Out, How Will You Respond?

Author: FoodieMarshmallow
updatedAt: 2026-01-19

CHAPTER 889: CHAPTER 978: IF I BRING THIS OUT, HOW WILL YOU RESPOND?

Erte was embarrassed. Now that it was mentioned, it did seem that way. The things he had shown earlier were apparently not as valuable as this one, yet he stubbornly replied, "But my last masterpiece is worth more than your watch. If you truly like it, why don’t you make an offer?"

Jing Shu casually adorned her jewelry, creating a stark contrast with Erte’s elaborate display in a refined box.

The feeling was that whatever Jing Shu casually pulled out of her bag seemed more expensive than Erte’s items, which further implied that Jing Shu appeared indifferent to these precious items, or perhaps, there were too many of them, so she resorted to using a cloth bag.

Upon hearing this, Jing Shu became even more disdainful, and she started rummaging through her bag once more and casually pulled out an enormously large diamond.

It didn’t actually look like a diamond but more like a giant glass ball, approximately the size of a baby’s fist.

With a clunk, Jing Shu accidentally dropped the diamond, emitting its distinctive sound, and everyone present immediately recognized its grade from that sound.

Jing Shu raised her head regally and said to Mama Has, "Oh, sorry, it dropped. Could you help me pick it up? I’m in inconvenient heels."

With lightning speed, faster than ever before, Mama Has picked it up and held it under the light, uttering shakily, "This, this is—"

Before he could speak, Erte excitedly shrieked, "This is the largest uncut raw diamond that Kulan ever mined, at least 500 carats. Oh my, it used to be in the collection of the United States’ Jobs—"

The scene became somewhat chaotic as the wealthy Masi collectors turned red-eyed, staring at the things on stage.

Unlike Jing Shu and Old Zhou’s bodyguard team, they didn’t understand the significance, but they sensed Jing Shu seemed kind of impressive, casually shocking these provincial folks with the items she brought out.

Even Jing Shu herself was a bit bewildered because prior to this, she didn’t truly comprehend the value of these luxury goods, just knowing the stuff from the richest guy in the US shouldn’t come cheap, so she took it all.

This fist-sized diamond, Jing Shu frequently used it as a frisbee for the fat chicken, tossing it out, having the chicken fetch it back, while Mr. Jing would use that diamond watch as a hook.

Ignorance leads to fearlessness.

Because they understood, these collectors with a hoarding obsession had red eyes, their gaze at Jing Shu turning into a layer of admiration.

Jing Shu shrugged, pulled out several items casually from her bag, "Although I don’t have that many of these things, to me, they’re rather ordinary. So, frankly, those shabby items of yours, I couldn’t care less. If they’re all like yours, better not embarrass yourself."

The statement was highly insulting, very much a slap to the face.

Yet, temperamental Erte wasn’t angry, even excitedly saying, "Of course, my collectibles could never be as valuable as yours..." And babbled on, essentially encouraging Jing Shu to show more, so everyone could have a good look.

Jing Shu, not stingy, proceeded as if showing off wealth, digging out many treasures from her bag, making Mama Has and the group feel a sense of waste.

Some items were even stained with chicken droppings, baffling them as to what the young lady used them for.

Regardless, the crowd couldn’t help but exclaim continually, gazing at Jing Shu with increasing fervor.

Seeing the time was about right, Mama Has snapped out of his shock, couldn’t allow further flaunting, fearing he couldn’t escape.

So, Mama Has quickly steered back to the main theme, commencing the real transaction conference.

Some were still slightly regretful, considering how wealthy this Huaxia lady was, wondering what treasures the kindly old man beside her might have?

Many had already made up their minds, eyes red-hot and greedy, some eager for quick gains already plotting their share

In short, over half the crowd viewed them as two fat sheep, foolishly flaunting wealth in the Middle East, courting death.

Transaction exhibits were transported one by one onto the exhibition stage, traders eagerly eyeing the Huaxia young lady.

Yet she mostly wore an expression of disdain, waving her hand to get the best alternatives of today brought to her.

The crowd found it fitting; it was normal for her to dismiss them.

This young lady seemed less interested in trading and more, exhibiting wealth.

But, it didn’t matter; soon her items would be divided clean.

Jing Shu, still enjoying her performance, was approached by a young Chinese guy; he toasted Old Zhou first, then chatted softly with her and Old Zhou.

The young man was named Zhou Dongdong.

Jing Shu was still puzzled why he came, unexpectedly Zhou Dongdong had high emotional intelligence, came to build rapport, claiming his ancestors were Huaxia, sharing the roots.

After flattering profusely, he tactfully asked about increasing manpower, mentioning it wasn’t very safe lately, providing a contact for a Chinese weapons dealer.

"He’s a mercenary here, takes private jobs. If there’s danger, you can contact him. As long as the money’s sufficient, he’ll give his life for you."

Old Zhou kindly declined his offer, asking about Zhou Dongdong’s business.

"I help Saudi Arabia transport and sell some oil, acting as an intermediary. Old Yi has someone designated from Huaxia for connections, but unfortunately, I don’t have the networks, having to take the wild road." He said regretfully.

Old Zhou patted Zhou Dongdong’s shoulder, "You’re a good lad."

"Better stay in Masi and not wander."

Zhou Dongdong discreetly advised again before shaking his head and leaving, suspecting these Huaxia people were naive, hadn’t learned that wealth shouldn’t be flaunted in an apocalypse.

In Masi, flaunting wealth so boldly, they wouldn’t last ten days.

Wasn’t it said Huaxia people are very smart? Alas, how unfortunate.

Jing Shu’s lips subtly curled, saying to Old Zhou, "This lad might just have widened his path; now there’s a network, right? We’re indeed short of someone locally knowledgeable and reliable."

Old Zhou nodding replied, "Still needs testing."

As the preliminary trading tried dipping toes, Mama Has finally clapped his hands, "Ladies and gentlemen, pay attention, a big piece is coming, watch closely, what is this!!"

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