Chapter 183
n wanted to make some money from the walnuts, but the owner refused him directly.
While cracking the walnuts open, n was keeping silent with a gloomy face. However, after dozens of
couples of walnuts were cracked open, none of them had a good shape. He couldn’t help but think in
his heart that he was so lucky that Mr. Kachur had refused him, otherwise, he would have lost dozens
of dors.
Mr. Kachur was getting more and more annoyed. Since he found there was no good among those
walnuts being cracked open, no one could stop him from opening all the remaining walnuts.
An hour and a halfter, all three baskets of walnuts were cracked open.
The waste walnuts on the ground all looked bad with ugly shapes.
n put the knife into the basket and said in a low voice, “Mr. Kachur, all… all of the walnuts were
cracked open, I… I’m gonna clean it up…”
Looking at the garbage and the waste walnuts on the ground, Mr. Kachur shivered with anger.
He just couldn’t understand why forty-five pairs of walnuts Oliver had taken out from these three
baskets were all in good shape of Lion’s Head with ne surface, and none of them was useless. But
when it was his turn, the hundreds of pairs of walnuts left were all bad.
He couldn’t believe it was because Oliver was lucky.
He thought, ‘That’s unreasonable. There were so many walnuts, but no good one was left. Howe?
Is he really an expert?’
Mr. Kachur couldn’t figure it out. Actually, he was also an expert in this field, and he was good at walnut
gambling. He didn’t even dare to say that each walnut he chose was good. The walnuts were covered
with shells, which could not be seen through by eyes, so no one could make sure of the shape of the
fruit inside.
Mr. Kachur wondered, ‘But how could that guy win all the bets?
I’m so confused!’
On Oliver’s side, they didn’t care much about it. For them, Oliver was a top master in every field. They
were not surprised at such kind of things and had be used to it.
Especially Fabian had regarded Oliver as a “deity”, but he was not jealous. He understood that the
estimation of Oliver’s skills was very cumbersome andplicated, and he probably couldn’t learn it.
He decided to follow Oliver as an assistant for his whole life.
But this job was better than those executives in bigpanies because Oliver gave Fabian several
million dors in sry and bonus. In just a few months, he got dozens or hundreds of times more
money than he had saved in the first half of his life.
As soon as they got home, Oliver paid them 20,000 dors, to celebrate the money just earned
smoothly.
After handing out the money, Oliver found that Shark was whispering with Jason.
He looked over and saw that Jason was showing off something to Shark. “I found it at the antique
market… I spent 600 dors, and it’s worth at least that much…”
Jason made a gesture to Shark and said, “10,000 dors!”
“The thing cost you 600 dors is worth 10,000 dors?” Shark was confused and asked with his poor
Clusianese.
Oliver nced at it and thought, “It’s a delicate snuff bottle, but it is worth 10,000 dors, really?”
Oliver stared at the bottle in Jason’s hand for a few seconds, and an identification message appeared
in his mind.
[Snuff bottle, made by Pleib Craft Factory in 2019. Material: ss.]
[Craftsmanship: Average.]
[Value assessment: 13 dors.]
Oliver couldn’t help smiling bitterly when he found Jason spent 600 dors on a 13-dor bottle.
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It was obvious that Jason had been set up by someone. But fortunately, a few hundred dors was not
a big deal.
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During this period, the Eastwood family was better off. Oliver had saved more than 20 million dors in
cash for his mother and bought a lot of houses and shops. They no longer needed to worry about
making a living.
Notcking food, clothing, or money, with good health and no other bad habits, Jason felt idle to be a
rich man at home and he couldn’t help going out. Since his son made a fortune by trying to identify
things, Jason often pretended to be an expert in the antique market.
Over the past few months, Jason had also learned some knowledge about antiques. Gradually, he
looked like a professional with a lot of jargon while talking to other people and had many
acquaintances.
One day, Jason was wandering around the antique market when suddenly a middle-aged man dressed
in rustic clothes secretly asked him if he wanted a private good just unearthed.
Jason, who had been at the antique market for months, understood it quickly. The private good was the
thing stolen from the grave by tomb raiders.
Jason was stunned. The rustic man secretly showed him what he had in his hand, which was a one-
inch long antique and exquisite small bottle.
The rustic man showed the bottle for a moment, then put it away again and whispered to Jason, “Bro…
A friend made an assessment for it and said it was an Impressionist bottle, which was brought out of
the pce by their descendants, at least worth…”
He showed Jason a finger when he said the number.
Jason didn’t know whether this finger meant 200 dors, 2,000 dors or 20,000 dors.
Thus, he instantly became a little vignt. He thought, “Nowadays, there are many liars. Does this man
want to cheat me?”
The man, evidently aware of Jason’s rm, whispered to him again, “Bro, don’t you think I am a liar?”
To be honest, I can’t trust those Salers in this antique market who often trick me. My family is in trouble
and short of money, so I will sell you it for 600 dors. If you are worried about my words, just give me
a deposit of 20 dors, instead, I will give the bottle to you. You can find an expert to make an
assessment. Then we can see whether you will buy it or not.”
“A deposit of 20 dors?” Jason suddenly hesitated. Since the bottle looked beautiful and 20 dors
was just a little money, it was okay if the man was a liar.
Jason thought in his mind, “If he is a liar, he won’t just want 20 dors, right?”
Seeing that Jason was already willing to ept his idea, the man pointed to the shops in front of them
and said, “The bosses in those shops are all experts. You can ask them to make an assessment.”
“Okay.” Jason didn’t say anything more. He gave the man 20 dors, then took the snuff bottle and was
ready to go to a shop for someone to check it out.
“Bro…” The man pulled Jason and whispered to him, “Take care. Just check it secretly and don’t let
too. many people know it.”
“I know. Don’t worry.” Jason was a little excited and held the snuff bottle tightly in his palm.
Although Jason was not short of money, he thought that his wife and son would be cheerful for him if
he could really make a profit of 16,000 or 20,000 dors.
After walking for more than ten meters, Jason was suddenly stopped by another man, “Dude, the one
in your hand… May I have a look?”
A middle-aged man in his forties stopped him.
Jason was stunned. He wondered, ‘Did he see it?
I was hiding it carefully, wasn’t I?’
The man also lowered his voice and whispered, Dude, I just saw you were talking with that guy… Is he
trying to trick you into holding this thing? Can I have a look? I caught a glimpse of it. May I see it
closely?”