Wendy Jiang was a bit surprised to see Ian Song sitting together with Harold Han. After nodding a greeting to Ian, she turned to Harold and said, "Mr. Han, I'm Wendy Jiang from Jiang Jewelry. Sorry to intrude so abruptly—I hope you won't mind."
Jiang Jewelry—Harold Han had heard of it. A rising star in the jewelry industry, not yet on par with Zhouman Jewelers, but developing rapidly in the past two years. Rumor had it, Jiang Jewelry only started booming after Wendy Jiang took over as head.
So Harold Han smiled and replied, "Miss Jiang, Jiang Jewelry owes much of its current success to you. I didn't expect you to be so young—truly, women can rival men."
"You're too kind, Mr. Han. I don't deserve such praise," Wendy said humbly.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Harold Han got straight to the point: "So, Miss Jiang, is there something you need from me?"
Wendy was momentarily taken aback by Harold's directness. But thinking it over, it made sense—at his level, there was no need for pretentious small talk. So she said seriously, "I do have something I'd like to ask for your help with, Mr. Han."
Harold Han nodded, "Alright, let's schedule a time to talk. I have guests today, so I won't keep you."
"Thank you, Mr. Han. I'll take my leave now." Wendy gave a small bow, then smiled at Ian Song, "Mr. Song, I apologize for what happened that night. I hope you won't take it to heart."
Ian Song smiled, "I've already forgotten about that night."
Hearing this, Wendy's eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her smile. "Mr. Han, Mr. Song, I won't disturb your dinner any longer."
After leaving the private room, Wendy Jiang's elegant brows furrowed deeply.
She hadn't expected to run into Ian Song here, and from Harold Han's words, it was clear Ian was his guest.
Of the other three people present, the middle-aged man who looked ordinary was a stranger to her.
But she did recognize Victor Liu and Sabrina Han.
One was Harold Han's disciple, the other his granddaughter.
The fact that Harold Han invited Ian Song along with his disciple and granddaughter meant their relationship was anything but ordinary.
"Who exactly is Ian Song? Would he hold a grudge over that night and try to make trouble for me?"
Thinking about this, she felt a bit of regret. If she'd known about Ian's connection to Harold Han, she would have tried to get on his good side.
Inside the private room.
Harold Han smiled and asked, "Young Master Song, do you know Wendy Jiang?"
"You could say that," Ian Song replied coolly.
Hearing this, Harold Han dropped the subject and didn't ask further.
The meal ended with everyone satisfied.
Back at the hotel, Ian Song showered, called Hannah Han, then lay on the bed reading.
Knock, knock.
Someone was knocking at the door.
Who could it be?
Feeling curious, Ian got up and opened the door—only to find Wendy Jiang standing there.
"Is there something you need, Miss Jiang?" Ian asked calmly. He didn't care much for this woman—she was far too calculating for his taste.
Wendy didn't mind Ian's cold attitude at all. Flashing a charming smile, she said, "Mr. Song, aren't you going to invite me in for a chat?"
"It's late, and a man and woman alone in a room would invite gossip. So if you have something to say, Miss Jiang, please say it here." Ian still kept his distance. At this moment, Wendy's stunning face was lightly made up, every smile and gesture radiating mature charm. Especially with the two standing so close, Ian could smell her subtle perfume.
Wendy, who ran a company worth tens of billions, was proud. She'd taken the initiative to come to Ian Song's room, yet he still rejected her. Even if she needed his help, she couldn't tolerate his distant attitude. The smile vanished from her face. She replied coolly, "In that case, I won't bother you any further, Mr. Song."
Watching Wendy turn and leave, Ian shook his head quietly and closed the door.
The next day.
Ian Song brought Xiang Shan back to the Public Auction venue.
Compared to yesterday, the venue was even more crowded today.
A quick glance told him that, sure enough, plenty of new rough stones had arrived.
"Time to switch on buying mode!"
He sent Xiang Shan off to the lounge for tea, then hurried to the service desk.
"Good morning, Mr. Song." Yuki Ruan, standing behind the service desk, greeted him respectfully as soon as she saw him.
Ian smiled back, "Good morning, Miss Ruan."
Suddenly, he changed the topic: "By the way, I need to buy a large number of rough stones today. Miss Ruan, do you have time to help me with the process?"
When picking rough stones, you had to enter a code to check if someone else had already reserved it. This process was pretty time-consuming. Having someone help with the queries would save a lot of time.
"I'm happy to help!" Yuki Ruan replied.
So Ian and Yuki each grabbed a tablet and headed straight for the third-grade rough stone area.
"Miss Ruan, I'll point out the stones. If you check the code and it's not reserved, just order it right away, okay?"
"Got it, Mr. Song," Yuki nodded.
"Alright, let's get started!"
With a thought, Ian activated his Clairvoyant Vision and quickly scanned a batch of third-grade rough stones. He pointed at several, "Miss Ruan, this one, this one, and that one!"
Yuki didn't dare slack off—she started checking the codes and inputting them into her tablet, while Ian did the same for other stones.
An hour later.
In the third-grade area, Ian bought 2,800 rough stones for a total of 5.83 million yuan—twice as fast as yesterday.
"Miss Ruan, do you need a break?" Ian asked Yuki.
"No need, Mr. Song," Yuki shook her head.
"Alright, let's head to the second-grade area!" Ian waved.
Arriving at the second-grade area, Ian used Clairvoyant Vision to scan the stones and found today's batch was much higher quality than yesterday's.
So, he kept buying.
In forty minutes, Ian ordered 1,449 rough stones from the second-grade area, spending 12.78 million yuan.
Then he led Yuki Ruan to the first-grade area.
The first-grade area didn't disappoint either. In the end, he spent 236 million yuan to buy 970 top-grade rough stones.
Altogether, he spent 254.61 million yuan today.
After heading to the service desk to settle up, Ian took out 50,000 yuan in cash and handed it to Yuki Ruan as a tip.
"Mr. Song, this is too much," Yuki said nervously as she looked at the cash.
"You earned it. Without your help, I couldn't have bought so many stones!" Ian laughed. Just like yesterday, when he was slower, many stones he wanted were snatched up by others before he could buy them.
Besides, the thousands of stones he bought today were worth even more than yesterday's, so tipping Yuki 50,000 yuan was really nothing.
"It's still too much!"
"Miss Ruan, since Mr. Song is rewarding you, just accept it!" At that moment, service desk manager Harvey Wu walked over.
"Alright then," Yuki hesitated, then accepted.
"Mr. Song, you really go big—buying so many rough stones in just two days!" Harvey Wu smiled.
"You're too kind, Manager Wu. I'm just buying at random!"
"By the way, Mr. Song, our boss would like to meet you. Do you have time?" Harvey Wu continued. In fact, Ian's wild buying spree yesterday had already caught the organizers' attention. But after analyzing his purchases and seeing no pattern, they hadn't paid much mind.
But today, after Ian bought another two hundred million yuan worth of stones, the organizers really took notice and sent Harvey Wu to invite him.
"May I ask, Manager Wu, who is your boss?" Ian asked.
"General Chachai."