<h4>Chapter 842: 842. Buy it all.</h4>
Just as Adam Jones had just said to his wife, he had more money than he knew what to do with, so why would he need to act unfairly?
Adam didn’t bother to argue and took out an unlimited ck card to give to George Parker, "Go ahead, swipe it."
George Parker unceremoniously took it and passed it to his subordinate, saying, "Go swipe it."
"Yes, Young Master."
The servant took it and pulled out a mini POS machine, standing by respectfully.
Jeny Chapman had already been rubbing her hands together eagerly, barely able to contain herself.
Thinking about the supreme antique covered under the red silk made her blood boil with excitement.
"Uncle Anissa, please."
Jeny Chapman couldn’t wait to reveal the item in the first tray; her breathing hitched for a moment, but she quickly regainedposure.
The words "Preface to the Poems Collected from the Orchid Pavilion" were instantly met by everyone’s eyes.
This piece, supposedly lost during the Victorian era, had seen many purported original copies surface over the years, only to be debunked by archaeologists.
No matter how well it was replicated, there were clues to be found.
Jeny Chapman herself had authenticated several imitations of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, so her first reaction was to suspect that George Parker was now selling fakes as well.
She quickly reached out to take the old, somewhat worn copy of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion to carefully examine it once more, using her customary authentication methods, until her expression gradually shifted to one of utter disbelief.
"Is... is this the original?"
Even she began to doubt her own expertise. If this Preface to the Orchid Pavilion was a fake, then the skill behind it was far too advanced!
She dared to say that if even she could not distinguish its authenticity, then archaeologists, especially schrs of calligraphy and painting, would definitely not be able to tell.
Excitement caused Jeny Chapman to tremble. The original of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion was right there, in the possession of that young man, George Parker.
Just where did this young man get the capability to acquire such peerless treasures?
George Parker did not borate on how he obtained the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, but simply asked, "Uncle Anissa, in your opinion, how much is this worth?"
Despite her excitement, Jeny Chapman, who had seen many great events, finally calmed down and quoted a price of fifty million.
George Parker curled his lips, ncing at Adam Jones and said, "President Jones isn’t heartbroken, is he?"
Adam Jones remained silent, merely gesturing with his eyes for him to swipe the card.
The onlookers were dumbfounded.
Was this the legendary spending money like water?
Just one Preface to the Orchid Pavilion fetched such a high price, one could only imagine what the others would go for.
After all, at the beginning, George Parker had said he would bring his most expensive collectibles for selection.
Therefore, many people spected that the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion was definitely not the most expensive of the disyed collectibles.
Indeed, the mere Preface to the Orchid Pavilion was just the beginning; the main event was yet toe.
In the beginning, Professor Chapman was rtivelyposed, but by the end, as one unparalleled treasure after another wasid before her, she found herself breathless.
Her entire being vibrated with excitement.
"This one, sixty million."
"This one, at least eighty million."
"And this one... this one..."
As a series of prices was called out, even those present who were worldly couldn’t help but be astounded by Adam Jones’s unchanging demeanor as he swiped his card.
Sophia Green listened as Professor Chapman called out the prices, watched the POS machine disy the figures, and felt as if it were her own money being spent, her heart bleeding with each transaction.