Head hurts. What happened just now? In the chaos, it took quite some time before Irving slowly woke up. There was a whizzing sound in his ears, as if someone was talking, but he couldn't hear the words clearly. Everything seemed to be hovering on the line of death. "The secret book is now unsealed. You are the chosen one. I hope you will live up to everyone's expectations and carry forward the art of health and treasure appraisal of your bloodline." The voice slowly became clearer, which shocked Irving a little. "This…" Just when Irving was feeling confused, Linard's majestic voice rang out again: "Why, weren't you very good at fighting just now? Why are you laying on the ground motionless now? Bah, you loser!" "What...." Irving muttered silently under his breath, his body still motionless. "Get up quickly. Don't pretend to be dead here. I won't let you off this easily!" Linard looked at Irving's confused eyes and became even more angry. He felt that the person in front of him d

Tired and hungry, he dragged his feet, looking around for any pawn shop. He needed food, he needed money. After locating one, he sold the chain for one thousand dollar and left. His mind wandered off to his newly acquired ability. Now that he had the privilege to distinguish between original and fake products, should he still worried about not making any money? Irving smiled, turned around immediately, and walked towards the ghost market, the largest and most scattered antique market in the city. He would eat later. It was still early in the day when Irving arrived here. This time, the crowd was naturally noisy. "Young man, look at this, this is authentic blue and white porcelain. I'll sell it to you at the lowest price. You'll definitely make a profit!" "Don't listen to his nonsense. This painting of mine is priceless. As long as you are willing to pay for it, you will definitely earn back your money tenfold." "Come and take a look, original emeralds are on sale at a bargain pri

The people watching the excitement around were all talking, mocking Gwendolyn.Listening to the voices of the people around her, Gwendolyn was very agitated, her face flushed with embarrassment, but she still pretended to be calm and spoke calmly. "May I have your name?""My name is Irving." Irving smiled lightly, then asked. "Isn't it time for you to give me the money, Ms Gwendolyn?Gwendolyn was so angry that she trembled all over, threw the notes directly in Irving's face, turned around and wanted to leave this embarrassing place quickly. But the old man next to her stopped her. The boy in front of her was a talented person. His ability to identify treasures was so strong that he would one day shine."My little friend, this is my business card. If you have anything to do in the future, come to me anytime. The young lady is young and energetic. Please forgive her." Old man Zachary gave Irving a small rectangular card. "Looking at your appearance, you must have just graduated, right?

"Then I'm going to explain some things to you now." The Director gently pointed at a certain spot on the stone. "Although this stone does look good, and the color is not bad either, there's a little problem. If you look here, there is a crack, which is the tail mark of a digging tool, going deep into it. Even if this stone does produce an emerald, the inside will probably be damaged by this crack."Irving took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a crack. However, this crack only stayed on the outer shell and did not damage the interior. He raised the stone and smiled "I want this piece. I don't want to waste everybody's time looking for a stone to choose, even Mr. Garner has left.""Since you said so, then okay." The Director gave him a nod and continued: "This piece of material originally cost ten thousand dollar. But now, I'm charging you only five thousand. Pay it and you can take the stone away."Five thousand? Although Irving recently made some money off Gwendolyn, it was o

The exhibition rounded up, and Mr. Wayne took the three of them to a restaurant not far away. There was already a person sitting in the box."This is the manager of our Griffiths Antiques and Auctions headquarters, Mr. Jones Brooke." Mr. Wayne spoke first and introduced everyone."This is the manager from the Hudson Jewelry, our company branch in New York, Mr. Garner, and these are his assistants, Mr. Irving, and Ms. Yasmine.""Mr. Jones." Garner walked up and shook hands with Jones Brooke.Jones stood up immediately, returned the greeting solemnly, and shook hands with Irving by the way. As for Yasmine, a simple nod was considered acquaintance. This was not because Jones Brooke deliberately despised Yasmine because of his identity. But he believed that if a woman didn't take the initiative to reach out, a man shouldn't reach out first. This was the minimum etiquette of his."Hahaha, Mr. Garner. I didn't expect that you've already made a ground for our company when you first came here