Tomorrow, the Blackfield Public Auction will open and run for seven days.
But Ian Song had nothing much to prepare—after all, he had Clairvoyant Vision. With just a glance at a rough stone, he could tell if there was jade inside.
"Xiang, want to hit up a bar tonight?"
At nine in the evening, Ian knocked on Xiang Shan’s door and asked.
"You go ahead. I’ll pass," Xiang Shan shook his head.
"Alright." Since Xiang Shan didn’t want to go, Ian didn’t push it. After spending a few days together, he’d realized Xiang Shan had zero bad habits—no smoking, no drinking, not picky about food, and as for women, he only had eyes for his wife.
Back in the day, Ian used to pride himself on being a principled good guy—but he had two women: Mira Su and Hannah Han.
But now, compared to Xiang Shan, he felt downright wicked.
Shaking his head to himself, Ian headed out of the hotel. He’d already found out that there was a street near the Jadeport Hotel lined with bars, clubs, and KTVs—a great spot for nightlife.
Ian was heading there to soak up some exotic atmosphere—after all, it was rare to travel abroad, and he couldn’t just hole up in the hotel the whole time.
He picked a bar that looked fancy and walked right in.
He asked the waiter for a booth, ordered half a dozen beers and some snacks, then settled in to quietly take in the scene.
Business was booming—even though it was barely past nine, the place was almost packed.
The crowd was interesting too—Yanhuang folks, Blackfield locals, Westerners, and African patrons all mixed together.
Ian was just zoning out when suddenly his eyes lit up—he spotted a Yanhuang beauty drinking alone in the corner. He’d seen her before in the Jadeport Hotel restaurant. If he remembered right, her name was Wendy Jiang.
"She’s here drinking by herself—could it be because of that birthmark guy?" Ian wondered. Yesterday, Wendy was being pressured by that guy, and he’d noticed it all.
"Sigh, what a beauty wasted on a pile of cow dung!"
Ian shook his head but had no intention of chatting her up. After all, he already had Mira Su and Hannah Han—no point being too greedy.
"Hey handsome, can you buy me a few drinks?"
Just then, a woman with a knockout figure and pretty face sat down next to Ian. Noticing his gaze, she shot him a flirty look.
But Ian instantly shivered and blurted, "I’m a straight guy, so, uh, ‘miss’—maybe go find someone else!"
While speaking, Ian cursed inwardly, "Come on, do I look blind? You think I can’t see your Adam’s apple?"
Yep, this so‑called beauty was a ladyboy.
Wasn’t Taiwan supposed to be famous for ladyboys? How come Blackfield had them too? Ian was a little puzzled.
Even after being called out, the ladyboy didn’t seem embarrassed at all. Instead, ‘she’ smiled sweetly and said, "But I like men."
Feeling the ladyboy’s gaze sweeping over him, Ian got goosebumps all over. He quickly pulled out a thousand yuan and set it down, saying, "Buddy, I really can’t do this. Take the money—my treat. Go find someone else to ‘bless.’"
The ladyboy’s eyes lit up—she hadn’t expected Ian to be so generous. Pocketing the cash, she winked again: "Handsome, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."
Once he’d sent the ladyboy away, Ian realized he was sweating buckets.
He glanced back at the other corner and saw that Wendy Jiang now had a short, chubby middle‑aged man sitting across from her.
So Ian perked up his ears to listen in.
The short, chubby man smiled and said, "Miss, my name is Victor Miyamoto, purchasing manager for the Toriitsu Group from the Yamato nation. May I have the pleasure of your acquaintance?"
Wendy Jiang frowned, shot him a cold look, and replied icily, "Sorry, Mr. Miyamoto—I’d like to drink alone. Please leave."
So that guy was from the Yamato nation!
Ian only had two impressions of the Yamato nation. First, they produced a ton of ‘romantic action films’—a real contribution to the world’s love industry.
Second, their people tended to be pretty nasty—super polite and courteous on the surface, but full of crooks and thieves underneath.
So, even though the Yamato nation was wealthy, their reputation abroad wasn’t great.
Sure enough, after being rejected, Victor Miyamoto made his move.
He picked up a bottle and poured Wendy a drink. But as he did, a pinch of white powder slipped into her glass. With the bar’s dim lighting and Victor’s sneaky motion, Wendy didn’t notice a thing.
"Miss, I just like making friends. Since you don’t want to be bothered, I’ll leave after this toast." Victor poured himself a glass, raised it to Wendy, his eyes flashing with malice.
Wendy hesitated but lifted her glass anyway—Toriitsu was a major group, and even had dealings with her family’s company.
"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Miyamoto!"
Just as Wendy was about to take a sip, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed her wrist. Her expression turned cold as she glared at Ian, "Who are you? Let go of me!"
Victor Miyamoto was startled by the scene and stood up, saying to Ian, "Sir, please let go of this lady!"
It was Ian who stopped Wendy from drinking.
He didn’t have any romantic intentions toward Wendy, but he couldn’t stand by and watch her fall into the hands of a Yamato man and get humiliated.
"Miss, someone spiked your drink. You really shouldn’t drink it!" Ian ignored Victor and smiled at Wendy.
Wendy was stunned, a hint of suspicion flickering in her eyes.
"Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it!" Ian snatched the glass from Wendy, then grabbed Victor by the jaw and forced him to drink it.
"Bastard! What do you think you’re doing?" Victor roared after Ian let go.
Ian’s face turned cold. "What do you think? Or do you really not know?"
"Hmph, I won’t stoop to your level. Goodbye!" Victor’s eyes flashed with panic as he turned to leave. He knew just how potent the drug he’d used was.
"Trying to leave? Did I say you could?"
Ian stepped forward, blocking Victor’s path.
At that moment, two Yamato men rushed over and asked Victor in their native tongue, "Sir, what happened?"
Victor pointed at Ian, "This guy insulted me—drag him outside and teach him a lesson!"