After signing the contract and paying 99 million yuan for the villa, Ian Song received the keys to the central villa. Once the formalities were done, Ian asked if he could delegate some shopping tasks to the sales department.
For a big client like Ian, how could they refuse such a small request? So, Hugh Cao assigned Mona Li as the person in charge.
Ian simply wrote a shopping list for Mona Li—mainly bedding and daily necessities—and directly transferred one million yuan to her as the procurement budget.
As soon as Ian left the sales office, the four senior saleswomen all started sighing in regret.
A full four hundred thousand yuan in commission—if any one of them had greeted Ian when he first walked in, that commission wouldn’t have gone to Mona Li. Thinking about it, they were practically sick with regret.
Now everything’s gone to that little vixen Mona Li.
Spending over 1.1 billion yuan in two days—Ian, who used to think he was rich, now felt he really needed to make some more money.
If you asked him what the fastest way to make money was, Ian would answer: gambling and jade-gambling.
That’s right—with Clairvoyant Vision as his cheat, whether it’s gambling or jade-gambling, he can swim through it all effortlessly and without pressure.
Riverstone City has three major jade-gambling venues.
First is Redleaf Mountain Resort, second is Red Star Jade Casino, and third is Jackpot Jade Casino.
He’d already been to Redleaf and Red Star, but Jackpot Jade Casino mainly caters to big clients. So he decided to go there first to pick out a batch of rough stones, then head to Aurora Isle.
Before its return, Aurora Isle was a colony. That’s why the city has an industry you won’t find in Yanhuang: legalized gambling.
There, gambling is legal, and almost every hotel has its own casino.
So, all the rich people love to go there and gamble.
He pulled out his phone, booked a ticket for a 3 p.m. flight to Aurora Isle, and then took a taxi straight to Jackpot Jade Casino.
Jackpot Jade Casino.
Ian didn’t hold back at all as he told the waiter, “Call your boss—I want to buy a huge amount of rough stones.”
The waiter eyed Ian suspiciously, wondering just how big a deal this young man was actually talking about.
“Our boss is really busy...!”
"Can you speak for your boss?" Ian interrupted the waiter bluntly. "Cut the nonsense and go get your boss. If this deal falls through, you won't be able to handle the consequences!"
Faced with Ian's domineering and aggressive attitude, the waiter gave in. Though clearly annoyed, he turned to call his boss.
Soon, a middle-aged man with a cigar and slicked-back hair—at least half a bottle of gel—strode over. Ian sensed a fierce aura from him, the kind that comes from having taken lives.
The man looked down at Ian with a mocking smile. "Kid, you want to do big business with me?"
"Cut the crap. Open your warehouses—I want to buy rough stones!" Ian said in a deep voice.
Darren Wang just stood there, watching Ian with amusement.
Ian couldn't be bothered to argue. He simply logged into his mobile banking app and showed Darren Wang the screen. "Is this enough?"
Seeing that long string of zeros, Darren Wang broke into a wide smile. "Plenty! More than enough! What's your name, brother?"
"Song," Ian replied.
"Ah, so you’re Brother Song!" Darren Wang laughed heartily and shouted to the staff nearby, "You guys, open all nine warehouses—Mr. Song wants to pick out rough stones!"
Ian was still a bit surprised by the sheer number of rough stones filling all nine warehouses. Without connections to Blackfield, you couldn’t get this much stock.
Ian picked out rough stones quickly—he’d just point at one, and a worker would carry it out.
"Boss, where’d this weirdo come from?"
Watching Ian pick stones like that, the stone yard manager asked quietly.
"Smack!"
Darren Wang slapped the manager on the back of the head. "Watch your mouth! He’s the God of Wealth!"
"Right! Right! He’s the God of Wealth!" The manager nodded and bowed. In just over ten minutes, Ian had already picked out rough stones worth more than ten million yuan. What else could he be but the God of Wealth?
After two full hours, Ian had picked out more than five hundred rough stones from the nine warehouses, with a total value over 100 million.
"Mr. Song, all done picking?"
Darren Wang stepped forward, grinning as he asked.
"Give me an account number," Ian said coolly.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want a good relationship with Darren Wang, but this kind of deal could only happen once. He’d picked out all the valuable rough stones from the nine warehouses; Darren Wang might not notice for now, but once he sold off the rest and got buyer feedback, he’d definitely start to suspect.
That’s why, from the moment he arrived, Ian acted so domineering and kept Darren Wang at arm’s length.
After settling the bill, Ian asked Darren Wang to send someone to deliver the rough stones to his villa. Darren didn’t hesitate—he arranged a truck right away and even waived the transport and handling fees.
An hour later, Ian sent off the movers Darren Wang had dispatched.
All five hundred-plus rough stones were stacked in the empty garage!
It was already noon—three hours until his flight. Ian planned to cut open all the rough stones.
He kept slapping the rough stones with his true-essence-infused palm.
In less than an hour, all five hundred-plus rough stones were smashed open, revealing over five hundred pieces of jade of various sizes and qualities.
By rough estimate, these jades were worth at least 800 million yuan. He’d spent just 108 million to buy the rough stones—in just a few hours, he’d made about 700 million.
After storing the jade in his storage ring, Ian left the villa, grabbed a quick meal at a random restaurant, and took a taxi straight to Twin Rivers Airport.
By the time he arrived at the airport, there were only ten minutes left until boarding.
Fortunately, he’d booked first class, so the airport staff thoughtfully arranged an electric cart to take him straight to the gate.
"Mr. Song, have a pleasant journey. By the way, your ticket money has already been refunded to your account—please check your balance."
As he got off the cart, the female staff member who’d driven him to the gate smiled and said.
"Why?" Ian asked in surprise.
"You’ve now been made our only diamond VIP by Eastern Airlines. From now on, any flight you take with us, in any cabin, will be free."
Hearing her explanation, Ian understood—apparently, the plane hijacked by terrorists last time was an Eastern Airlines flight. He smiled and said, "Please thank your boss for me."
"You’re welcome. Oh, Mr. Song, could you sign your name for me?"
"It would be my honor!"
During the next two hours of the flight, Ian enjoyed the meticulous service of the beautiful flight attendants—of course, he paid for it with more than ten autographs.