Once everything was settled, Wang Xiaoqiang headed back to his hotel to fetch the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum. Upon entering, he found Xia Guifang sitting on the bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, revealing her slender body.

At that moment, her bright eyes curiously studied the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum under the windowsill. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang enter, she asked curiously, "Little Qiang, what flower is this?"

"It's a type of orchid, the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum, also known as the Thousand-Hand Guanyin!" Wang Xiaoqiang replied.

"Is it very valuable? To have you bring it all the way from home," Xia Guifang inquired with curiosity.

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded and said something that left Xia Guifang dumbfounded, "If sold, it could almost buy a luxury three-bedroom apartment in the provincial capital!"

As Xia Guifang stood there in shock, Wang Xiaoqiang carried the Golden Sand Chrysanthemum Tree out. When he stepped into the Flower and Wood Market, he immediately attracted the attention of many people, including customers and shop owners. Flowers and plants nourished by Spiritual Energy naturally looked more vibrant than ordinary ones.

Anyone with expertise could see that the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum Wang Xiaoqiang held was extraordinary with its green leaves and vibrant flowers.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman, adorned in a cowboy outfit, and another woman blocked Wang Xiaoqiang's path. The middle-aged woman, in her forties, looked graceful and elegant. She smiled gently at Wang Xiaoqiang and asked, "Young man, where did you buy this Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum?"

"Uh, I found it in a creek back in my hometown, and now I want to sell it." Wang Xiaoqiang told a lie so convincingly that it seemed truer than the truth; anyone would believe him, especially with his honest appearance. Indeed, regardless of where Wang Xiaoqiang's flower came from, it was clearly a fine Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum, and it looked much better than other orchids of its kind.

"To sell..." The woman, wearing a lace hat and a silk dress, exuded an air of luxury. Her interest was piqued when she heard Wang Xiaoqiang wanted to sell. She proposed, "Young man, since you're selling, why not sell it to me?"

"Uh..." Wang Xiaoqiang appeared somewhat hesitant and said, "But I've already agreed with a buyer..."

The woman, named Zhong Ping, had come to the Flower and Wood Market specifically to buy an orchid for her father, as his eightieth birthday was tomorrow. The old man had no hobbies other than gardening, especially orchids. A birthday gift had to be unique and not mundane. This year, Zhong Ping decided to give her father an orchid to please him but also to avoid the mundane.

She had planned on buying a "Tianyi Lotus," a top-tier orchid worth millions of yuan. However, for Zhong Ping, the chairwoman of the nationally renowned retail company Holiland, this was a trivial matter. With her wealth, buying a "Tianyi Lotus" was like a common person buying an expensive phone.

Unfortunately, the Tianyi Lotus was too rare; even with her money, she couldn't find one, so she had to settle for a Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum. After searching the entire market, she found that, although there were such orchids available, none looked particularly good. Wang Xiaoqiang's chrysanthemum was the most beautiful she had seen.

Therefore, she had a strong impulse to buy it and, even though she knew Wang Xiaoqiang had a buyer, she didn't give up and asked, "Young man, how much does the other party offer you?"

"Two million," said Wang Xiaoqiang truthfully.

"Young man, I'll add two hundred thousand to that price if you sell it to me!" Zhong Ping offered without hesitation.

"This, this isn't quite right! I've already made a deal with someone," Wang Xiaoqiang said, looking embarrassed, yet he was already somewhat tempted. Damn, two hundred thousand could buy a small truck.

"Two million and five hundred thousand," Zhong Ping raised the offer by three hundred thousand. She was determined to get the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum, but didn't want to appear too eager, as that would put her in a disadvantageous position.

Wang Xiaoqiang asked, "Do you really want to buy it?"

Seeing an opportunity as Wang Xiaoqiang softened, Zhong Ping let out a sigh of relief, nodded earnestly, and said, "I really want to buy it."

"Alright, then the flower is yours!"

Just then, a plump middle-aged man interjected, "Hey, this flower is supposed to be mine. You can't snatch it from me..."

The speaker was the middle-aged flower shop owner who had already made an arrangement with Wang Xiaoqiang. Anxious that Wang Xiaoqiang might sell the flower to someone else, he had been watching the entrance to the Flower and Wood Market from his stall.

His worry became reality as Wang Xiaoqiang, carrying the potted plant towards him, was stopped by a woman— the same woman who had just asked about the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum at his stall.

Fearing that the woman would snatch away the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum, the owner rushed over to stop her.

"How can this be called snatching when you haven't completed the transaction yet?" The woman was not flustered, speaking calmly but with an undertone of firmness.

"Young man, we had a good talk, you can't break the rules of the trade!" the chubby owner said to Wang Xiaoqiang.

"That's right, we did agree on a price, but I made it clear beforehand that until you transfer me the money, I have the right to end this transaction. Have you forgotten?" Wang Xiaoqiang shrugged.

The chubby owner was at a loss for words, deeply regretting not having made the deal ironclad, but it was already too late for regrets.

The woman immediately chimed in, "Well then, since that's the case, the plant belongs to the young man, and he can sell it to whomever he pleases. Young man, whom do you wish to sell to?"

Wang Xiaoqiang replied to the woman, "Of course, I want to sell to the highest bidder. This owner offered two million, you offered two and a half million, and if this owner offers an even higher price, I will still sell to him…"

Wang Xiaoqiang's words may have been a bit convoluted, but his meaning was clear: he sold the plant not by who the buyer was, but by the price they offered.

"Two and a half million," the chubby owner muttered to himself, thinking that the price was somewhat outrageous.

"Yes, two and a half million. Do you wish to raise the bid?" Zhong Ping asked the chubby owner.

"I'll offer two million six hundred thousand," the chubby owner declared with a sweeping bravado, though his heart ached at the sum.

However, no sooner had he spoken than Zhong Ping said in an offhand manner, "Alright then, I'll give a lucky number, two million eight hundred thousand."

The moment the bid of two million eight hundred thousand was announced, it caused the chubby owner to sulk while it excited Wang Xiaoqiang, who instantly saw an additional eight hundred thousand in his earnings.

The chubby owner hesitated, giving Zhong Ping a deep look, then quickly entertained the thought of giving up. It wasn't that he couldn't bear to increase his bid, but because he knew very well that the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum was not meant for him. The woman before him clearly had deep pockets and was determined to get the plant.

If he raised his bid, she would surely counter with a higher one. Being a businessman, he prioritized profits, and endlessly inflating the price like this was clearly irrational. In the end, it would all be for naught, making himself look like a fool and a laughingstock. Why bother?

So, he decisively and straightforwardly said to the woman, "The plant is yours."

After speaking, he glared at Wang Xiaoqiang in annoyance, then stormed off with a swish of his sleeve.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't care whether he was angry or not; at this point, he was obviously only concerned about the money.

Seeing her competitor leave, Zhong Ping appeared extremely pleased. She took the pot from Wang Xiaoqiang's hands, admired it for a while, and then handed it to the woman in a denim outfit beside her, saying, "Hold it carefully."

Having said that, she turned to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Alright, let's go to the bank together and complete the transaction!"

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded and followed the woman out of the Flower and Wood Market, then walked with them to a red BMW parked outside the market. The car was extremely noble and elegant, matching the woman's temperament perfectly.

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