It was just before five in the afternoon.
Dong Xuebin immediately went to the bank to deposit the seven-hundred-thousand-yuan check. There was nothing wrong with it, and the password was correct. After leaving the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, unfamiliar with the area, he randomly found a restaurant by the roadside. After filling his stomach, he happily burped, pulled out his phone, and dialed Qu Yunxuan's number. Beep, beep, beep. The moment he heard her answer, he chuckled. "Aunt Xuan, I've got good news. I made another seven hundred thousand, from gambling on chicken-blood stone. So, we have enough money to open the Auction Company now, right?"
"..."
"Aunt Xuan?"
"..."
"Xuan Xuan, say something."
"What do you want Auntie to say? Auntie doesn't feel like saying anything right now."
"Hehe, I was waiting for you to praise me." Dong Xuebin's gains this time had been quite substantial. He had only used BACK twice to earn enough money, and he still had ten minutes of BACK left. "The money's in place now. I'll transfer it to your bank card tomorrow. As for where to open the Auction Company, how to register it, and how to hire people, you can figure all that out. I'll just provide the funding. How about it?"
"... Xiao Bin, tell Auntie honestly. Who taught you to appraise antiques?"
"Ahem, didn't I used to work at the antique market? I'm just pretty quick on the uptake."
"But are those experts any less quick on the uptake than you? Are their eyes any worse than yours? Why have I never heard of any cultural relic expert making money the way you do? That isn't making money—that's robbing a bank. No, even robbing a bank probably wouldn't make money as fast as you do. Stone gambling carries