Having made up his mind, Wu Xie brought the Tiga Clone straight to his room door—so he would not have a chance to run.
Then Wu Xie put the gold-thread jade coffin into his shoulder bag, found a private room for foot soaks, and showed it to the Tiga Clone.
"Take a look, Mr. Fang. Does this catch your eye?"
The Tiga Clone took one glance and knew what Wu Xie intended to sell him.
"Jade suit sewn with gold thread... it sounds rather elegant, but it is really just jade pieces strung together with gold wire. Wearing it makes one look like a terracotta warrior, or as though one has been wrapped in an extra coffin layer. That is why it is also called a gold-thread jade coffin or gold-thread jade casket."
A hint of disdain appeared on the Tiga Clone's face.
"More importantly, this Jade Coffin has been worn before... and by more than one person!"
Wu Xie had felt a little embarrassed from the start. It seemed Mr. Fang was not fond of this sort of thing... which was true enough. Few people liked jade suits sewn with gold thread in the first place.
The jade itself was not of the finest quality, and it had been worn until it resembled a mahjong mat, with at least two holes punched straight through it. Taking it apart and selling the pieces separately would fetch even less.
As for the gold wires linking the jade pieces, all the gold in a single jade suit did not even weigh a few taels. Even sold as pure gold, it would be a ruinous loss.
That was why Third Uncle had said jade suits sewn with gold thread had value but no market.
But after hearing that, Wu Xie looked at the