Jubaozhai's Sixth Floor, Black Market

"Is that so?"

Zhou Yunqiong frowned upon hearing this.

"Do you want me to go take a look at the situation and buy it back?"

Uncle Zuo spoke up. After all, it was an instruction from the family head, and it wouldn't be good to miss it.

Therefore, it had to be bought back. As for who owned the farm now, he didn't care. With the strength of Wuzhou Group, as long as it wasn't one of the major powers making a move, they could easily take it without any trouble.

"Forget it. We've already bought enough. Starfall Land is too vast; it's fine if we miss one piece of land."

Zhou Yunqiong waved her hand and continued, "Besides, very few meteorites that fall from beyond the stars carry Outer Realm Divine Artifacts."

Several months ago, Wuzhou Group, through specialized research, discovered that a once-in-a-millennium meteor shower was imminent.

The Zhou Family speculated that some of these meteorites might contain Outer Realm Divine Artifacts.

So, they had people calculate the landing locations of the meteorites.

Then, they directly spent a large sum of money to purchase them.

In fact, the Zhou Family had been buying land all over the world for many years, largely for this reason.

They hoped for Outer Realm Divine Artifacts to descend upon the earth, and after years of effort, they had obtained a few. But that was all; most of their efforts had been in vain.

Zhou Yunqiong's thinking was simple; she didn't believe this meteor shower would be any different.

There was also another point: some forces were secretly competing with the Zhou Family.

A great change was about to arrive.

At such a time, stability was paramount.

"Yes."

Since Miss had spoken, Uncle Zuo naturally had no objections. He continued, "Then Miss, what shall we do next?"

They had been out for a long time and were considering whether to return to the hotel.

"Forget it, let's go."

Zhou Yunqiong shook her head, then turned and walked out the door, clearly not wanting to go back.

She had no intention of explaining anything to those so-called classmates.

Even the impact Lu Yuan had on her just now was quickly forgotten.

As just stated.

Ultimately, they were people from two different worlds.

After Lu Yuan drove away from the Cloud Grand Hotel, he didn't return to the North City villa.

Instead, he chose to go somewhere else.

However.

On the way, he received a message from Chen Song on his phone.

Chen Song: Classmate Lu, I just spoke with my dad. We've decided we can sell that item to you. Let me know when you can come to pick it up.

Lu Yuan: Then let's find a time to meet in the next few days.

After replying to the message, he directly transferred the remaining two hundred thousand to the other party.

Chen Song was an honest person, and his family was the same, so there was no need to worry about him running off.

Moreover, with his current wealth, even if the other party had ulterior motives, he could find out in a short period.

Afterward, Lu Yuan continued to drive, recalling the things he had done recently.

In fact, besides the Bodhi Ancient Tree, including the complete version of the Classic of the Way and its Virtue from Christie's, and even Chen Song's family heirloom small cauldron, he could have hired someone to steal them all. This would have saved him trouble and effort.

But he didn't want to do that. The reason was simple: not everyone was trustworthy.

The Centipede Organization was efficient, and there was no need to fear them leaking information.

But if he kept hiring those people.

Setting aside the cost, doing too much would easily attract attention.

He might even face repercussions, as those people were ruthless, living life on the edge.

Another point was that Lu Yuan wanted to be as discreet as possible when doing these things, so as not to be discovered.

Just like buying land and donating to Longhu Mountain, he would find different people for each task to avoid leaving any loose ends or arousing any suspicion.

With less than two months left until the global mutation, time was extremely tight. If any accident occurred, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Therefore, Lu Yuan preferred to go through the trouble and be extremely cautious.

Thinking this way.

Lu Yuan drove all the way.

Until he reached a road on the outer ring of Shanghai City and parked his car next to a building.

The architecture was antique, with upturned eaves and bracketed arches, exuding an ancient Chinese charm. It had five stories, constructed not of steel and concrete but of wood. Outside the main entrance stood two stone pixiu statues, each weighing several tons, lifelike in their depiction.

To possess such a building in Shanghai City spoke volumes about its background.

After Lu Yuan got out of the car, he walked to the building's entrance and looked up at the plaque.

Three large characters were inscribed on it: Jubaozhai!

The brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful, flowing like dragons and phoenixes.

Without further ado, he walked straight through the main gate.

The first floor was spacious and grand, furnished with various seats and screens.

He approached the front desk.

Without a word, he directly asked, "Hello, I need to go to the sixth floor."

The receptionist, a young woman in a qipao with an attractive appearance and excellent demeanor, smiled slightly upon hearing this. "I'm sorry, sir, but our Jubaozhai does not have a sixth floor."

Lu Yuan said nothing more. He took a Black Gold Card from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

The receptionist's eyes changed upon seeing it. Her tone became respectful, with a hint of allure.

"Ah, a VIP. Please follow me, sir."

With that said.

She stepped out, bowed slightly, and walked ahead, her movements graceful.

Lu Yuan watched with appreciation as he put away the Black Gold Card and slowly followed behind her.

Jubaozhai.

To outsiders, it appeared to be merely a place for dining and socializing, albeit with high prices, a private club.

But in reality, it was far from simple. It was actually an underground trading post, or more simply put, a Black Market.

Here, one could purchase items that were prohibited from being traded on the surface.

However, first.

You needed to have a net worth of at least one hundred million, in cash.

Secondly, you had to pay an annual membership fee of over one million. Yes, just the membership fee.

Therefore, very few people knew about it or were qualified to enter.

Lu Yuan happened to be one of them.

Soon, led by the receptionist, they passed through various corridors and finally arrived at an elevator. It only displayed one floor number: six.

But as they entered and the elevator started, it actually moved downwards.

That's right.

The sixth floor was not above, but underground.

After a short while, the elevator doors opened, and Lu Yuan stepped out. The receptionist remained inside.

He stood in a long, dimly lit corridor. As he walked out, he entered a vast space.

It resembled a bar, but larger, with brighter lighting. Every seat was made of precious wood, and each would be worth at least several hundred thousand outside.

This was the sixth floor of Jubaozhai.

However, there weren't many people, only about a dozen.

Of course, besides the service staff, everyone else who could reach this place was a billionaire.

"Haha, Mr. Lu, it's been a few days. You look even more spirited than before." Suddenly, a plump middle-aged man in a suit walked over, a hearty smile on his face. This was the manager of Jubaozhai's sixth floor, surnamed Lin.

"Manager Lin, there's no need for pleasantries."

Lu Yuan waved his hand, getting straight to the point. "What about the item I requested last time? Did you manage to find it for me?"