Set Out

Early the next morning, Chu Chen rose from bed. Since he had gotten up early, he exercised and tidied his appearance before heading to the hotel restaurant for breakfast with Hu Yong and Zuo Shan, who had also risen early. By the time they were nearly finished eating, the others began arriving one after another.

Today was the opening day of the public auction. Everyone had gone to bed fairly early the night before, and even Zhang Yanbin, who usually enjoyed the nightlife, looked full of energy.

After breakfast, when it was almost time, the group went to the entrance to assemble.

By then, the hotel entrance was already packed with people. Nearly every guest in the hotel had gathered there, all waiting for the vehicles the Burmese side had arranged to receive them. After all, with jadeite bringing in such a large amount of tax revenue, the Burmese side could hardly neglect these people who were effectively their providers.

Of course, judging from the taxis at the airport, it was easy to imagine what the buses would look like. Chu Chen felt that having air-conditioning would already be quite good.

Chu Chen glanced over the crowd waiting at the entrance and spotted quite a few familiar faces. Some, like Liu Zhiqing and Song Jinhui, had good relations with him, while others, like Luo Qiming and Du Yuncheng, disliked him. What surprised him was that he even saw that islander, Zhaotian Changjie.

At that moment, Zhaotian Changjie was extremely frustrated. The last time, he had happily bought the Tianmu Cup and thought he would become famous in one stroke. He had never expected reality to deal him such a brutal blow—the Tianmu Cup had turned out to be a fake. When he learned the result, he had nearly been so