Elder Zhao and Elder Qian stood up from the provincial commerce head table.
Both elderly officials wore dark formal suits and gold lapel pins. They adjusted their spectacles, looking at the massive crimson Buddha statue under the brilliant stage spotlights.
Patriarch Ouyang stood tall on the stage. He tapped the microphone with a triumphant smile.
“Our Ouyang family spent ten years excavating this sacred blood-jade boulder from deep beneath the Kunlun permafrost,” Patriarch Ouyang declared, his voice carrying to every corner of the room. “It emits natural warming bio-energy. Anyone who touches it daily will purify their blood, strengthen their bone marrow, and gain twenty years of life!”
The provincial business leaders murmured in deep admiration.
Several wealthy socialites in the front rows touched their own ruby and crimson jade bracelets with immense pride.
“Brother Ouyang’s family has outdone themselves,” an elderly property developer sighed in the second row. “Kunlun blood-jade is rarer than imperial emerald. Five hundred million is almost a bargain for an immortal relic.”
Lin Mo sat at Taichu’s central banquet table, quietly peeling a sweet mandarin orange.
