Jiro was a dealer of collectibles and would have found someone else to sell his goods off to even if Wilbur had not gone looking for him. ording to the data, Jiro had only bought the fourth dragon cauldron from someone else just half a month ago. He was just trying to hike up the price.


    Of course, Jiro would be happy that someone hade looking for him, and he said yes right away. "Alright, Mister Penn. Pleasee to my house if you''d like to buy some collectibles. Also, please send me the images of the collectibles you''d like first."


    "Sure."


    "Oh, please send me your address too."


    "Sure."


    Jiro sent his address to Wilbur within two minutes after hanging up, who rushed to his house at top speed.


    Jiro had managed to live in a bungalow by making money dealing with collectibles. Wilbur rang the doorbell, and the butler answered not long after.


    The butler was an old man who smiled at Wilbur. "You must be Mister Wilbur Penn, here to purchase some antiques?"


    "That''s right."


    "Wonderful. Right this way, please."


    The butler swung the door open and let Wilbur into the house, leading Wilbur to the second floor where Jiro was sitting on the ground.


    Jiro hurried to stand at the sight of Wilbur, extending a hand. "Please, sit down."


    "Thank you."


    Wilbur and Jiro sat down at the same time. The butler poured Wilbur some tea, and they chatted briefly before Jiro put the wooden box to the side of the table and pushed it to Wilbur. "Please take a look, Mister Penn. This is the cauldron you requested to purchase."


    Wilbur opened the box. Sure enough, the fourth dragon cauldron was inside. Wilbur picked it up, inspecting it for a while before channeling his dragon aura into the cauldron. The cauldron absorbed the powers at once, which meant that it was definitely authentic.


    Wilbur was overjoyed, smiling at Jiro. "This is indeed the fourth dragon cauldron I was looking for. Please name your price, Mister Jiro."


    Jiro responded, "To tell you the truth, I got this cauldron from someone else too, and had to pay a pretty hefty sum for it. I hope I can sell the cauldron to you for a million dors."


    A million?


    Wilbur wanted tough. Jiro had only spent two hundred thousand dors on the cauldron, and here he was trying to sell it off at five times the price. It was no wonder he could afford to live in a huge house like this.


    However, the cauldron might be worth at most two or three hundred thousand dors to others, but it would be a steal to Wilbur even if it was priced at a hundred million dors.


    He happily agreed to it and said, "Alright, then. A million dors it is. I''ll buy this cauldron, and also make friends with you, Mister Jiro."