Chapter 142: Motorcycle K

  The gradually sinking sunset splashes out crimson light, reflecting on the old glass of the emperor green jade on the table. The two pieces are similar in size and shape, with water that is almost identical, and the green seems to be the same as the jade. Under the crimson light, they emit dazzling brilliance.

  "Am I dreaming?" The slightly older host had already muttered to himself for the third time, and all of this was indeed too surreal.

  "I also feel like I'm dreaming or my eyes are playing tricks on me." The younger Zuo Tang, for the first time not arguing with the older Zuo Tang, instead rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him, and then pinched his thigh which had already turned dark purple, to confirm he wasn't dreaming.

  Looking at these two pieces of old glass, the emperor's green jade, Luo Zhanggui's heart is bleeding. If he could have been more stubborn back then and cut this material, perhaps this wealth would have belonged to him. Why was he so good at saving face back then, learning from the stupid and unattainable traditions of the antique world, buying lessons with money, and then solemnly keeping these lessons as a treasure, not ashamed but proud?

  In the antique circle, there is an unwritten rule that after some old players confirm their "eye" (i.e., their ability to spot valuable items), they will solemnly put the item in a very conspicuous place and then brag about their experience of paying tuition fees to others. Of course, these people are all masters who rarely make mistakes, have great reputations in the antique circle, and occasionally being deceived is not shameful but can be turned into a beautiful story. As for those who have been deceived by hundreds of pieces of collections in a house, they have long gone bankrupt from paying tuition fees and naturally do not have the opportunity to brag about their process of being deceived.

  The Luo family's inheritance was in order, and it was even more so with the ancestor's treasure, a red heart. When he bought this piece of stone material, Luo Zhuangui really invited people to display it for three days, and at that time, it was also spread as a beautiful talk in the capital city. Who would have thought that there were still two things in this seed material? Luo Zhuangui's eyes turned red, his mouth was bitter and dry, and he was about to spit blood.

  Just as Luo Zhanggui was about to get angry, Lu Zhuoqun suddenly clapped his hands and said: "I understand now. It's because these two pieces of material were born at almost the same time, in almost the same place, and then wrapped up by another piece of material, that's why this phenomenon occurs." Lu Zhuoqun patted Xuan Qi's shoulder and said: "You are really lucky today, you must have a good meal tonight."

  Xuan Qi smiled and nodded, winning a bet of 200 million, and also solved the value of 10 billion yuan material, definitely need to make a gesture. After Xuan Qi agreed, he looked at these two old glass emperors green, these two materials together weigh almost 700 kilograms, where to put them? Made Xuan Qi somewhat worried.

  As the antique art market heats up and currency continues to depreciate, these two rare materials will inevitably become more valuable, making people envy and resent them. The principle of "a poor man is not guilty but his jade is" is still understood by Xuan Qi. At this moment, both pieces of material have become hot potatoes. Xuan Qi furrowed his brow, and a plan suddenly popped into his mind - if executed properly, bad things could turn into good things.

  To carry out the whole plan, we also need to borrow from Luo Zhanggui's place. So Xuan Qi said to Luo Zhanggui, who was about to spit blood: "Good people do things thoroughly, send Buddha to the west. Let's make it perfect for Yushizhuan, I'll lend you these two pieces of material and put them on display at Yushizhuan for a week."

  "Are you serious?" Luo Zhuang's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Xuan Qi nod and immediately let out a cheer. Human nature is a strange thing, it only cares about what it once had, without thinking about the long-term consequences. Since I have such a brilliant side, I must show it off in front of everyone. As for whether this thing belongs to me or not, that can be figured out later.

  Luozhanggui had been in business for many years and had developed a keen eye for observation. He noticed that Lu Zhuoqun and Sheng Dengfeng were deliberately trying to curry favor with Xuan Qi. Luozhanggui was somewhat aware that this Xuan family from Xiangnan was not an ordinary household, and he suspected that they might be more than he could handle. Moreover, his business was built on gambling on jade stones; if a customer offered him good material, would he really back down? If so, the signboard of Yushi Xuan would be ruined.

  No trickery is not a business, but it depends on what kind of thing. A jade worth 100 million seems like a lot, but it can't compare to the signboard of Yushizhuan. There are calligraphy works written by the ancestors of the imperial court, plus the reputation accumulated over the years, and the foundation built up over the years. As long as future generations operate with integrity, this is a iron rice bowl that can be passed down for dozens or even hundreds of years. Of course, Luo Zhanggui understands that even if he is cunning, he may not be able to get any benefits.

  "Tonight's dinner is on me, and we'll eat it here," said Luo Zhanggui with a smile. He immediately busied himself, arranging for someone to make the necessary arrangements while also contacting the largest security company in Beijing to order a bulletproof glass aquarium overnight. Once it arrived, they would fill it with water and put both pieces of jade inside. This way, they could not only preserve the jade but also display its characteristics, and of course, prevent theft.

  Something worth 100 million, if accidentally bumped or broken, would be an irreparable loss. Moreover, in this world there are not only good people but also bad ones. If someone sees the wealth and gets greedy, and security is not done well, these two pieces of jade might get stolen, and Luo Zhuangui would not be able to explain himself even if he spoke with his whole body.

  The wine was served again, and everyone ate and chatted. Zhou Kai had two cups of wine and said he couldn't drink anymore, turned around and bid farewell. The people around him didn't retain him either, an invisible crack had already been left behind, as for whether it could be made up in the future, this is really hard to say.

  Luozhanggui is absolutely a man of action. The banquet had just eaten half, the customized bulletproof glass box arrived. The store had already cleared out an area, specially set up for the glass box. As the glass box was placed, the goods were wrapped in red cloth and lifted into the bulletproof glass cabinet with light hands and feet, and the entire glass cabinet was filled with clear water.

  Luozhanggui was busy running back and forth, naturally having no heart to drink and feast. On the Huanghuali eight immortals table of the stone factory, only four people were left.

  Sheng Dengfeng took a sip of his black coffee and then said to Xuan Qi: "I didn't expect that with just one blink of an eye, you'd have a net worth of 10 billion! Have you thought about how to spend it? Buy a house? A car? A woman?" Sheng Dengfeng knew about Xuan Qi's background, but he was curious about his temperament. Suddenly becoming rich, Xuan Qi remained very calm and composed, not even changing his expression, which made Sheng Dengfeng very curious - after all, this was 10 billion RMB!

  In Xuan Qi's eyes, these were just a couple of good materials. The cultivators of the Mystic Door seemed to have no concept of wealth at all; no matter how much money they had, it was not as important as the spiritual energy of the blessed land of Fudi. Those who pursued immortality and ascension did not yearn for worldly glory and riches. Even if they had industries in the secular world, it was only to acquire wealth that could aid their cultivation.

  In addition to Xuan Qi's two lifetimes as a person, he viewed wealth with great indifference. Doing business and networking were merely for paving the way for future cultivation, leaving worldly affairs behind, cultivating one's nature, experiencing great joys and sorrows - all these things seemed far removed from Xuan Qi; even if someone lived two lifetimes, they would still be extremely indifferent.

  "Those are just external things, I haven't thought of adding them yet." Xuan Qi said, raising his cup: "I didn't think of letting go of these two pieces of material either. If possible, I'd rather mortgage them to the bank and turn them into cash for some practical use."

  "Oh?" Xuan Qi's words immediately sparked Lu Zhuo's interest, and he directly asked Xuan Qi: "I don't know what industry you're interested in?"

  Xuan Qi didn't answer the question, but instead looked at Shang Tao and said: "Actually, it's not just you who has a motorcycle dream, I also have a motorcycle dream. If you want to participate in P&K, then I'd like to ask you, what kind of motorcycles do you ride? Do you know the threshold for these two events?"

  P is the top level of two-wheel highway racing, and the cars are independently developed by the car factory, without any mass-produced models. It is a manifestation of technological R&D foresight and speed competition. One after another concept model, equipped with the latest technology, speeding on the track.

  While SK is a mass-produced motorcycle with limited modifications for racing. The threshold is lower, although it doesn't have the high-tech content of PR, but the modification space is larger, and the participants are more civilianized, making it more playable. If K is like Piaggio in four-wheeled cars, then P is equivalent to Pi in four-wheeled cars. Moreover, P is one year earlier than Pi.

  When Xuan Qi mentioned these two racing events and asked himself what motorcycle he was riding, Shang Tao sighed inexplicably: "I have a Kawasaki, a Harley...". It's truly an ironic dark humor that a rider can't ride his own country's motorcycle in the competition.

  The atmosphere on the table was silent for a moment, and Xuan Qi quietly drank down the wine in his cup, pinched the bottom of the high-footed cup with his fingers, and lightly plucked it, making a crisp sound like a rolling bead that echoed in everyone's ears. Then, he heard Xuan Qi say: "Eight years ago, our country had a large group of motorcycle manufacturers emerging from its native soil. Tell me their names. Guangzhou Wuyang Honda, Chongqing Construction Yamaha, Beiqi Dayun, Chongqing Lifan, Jialing Zongshen, and previously, Haojue Suzuki. Tell me, what have these companies been doing for eight years?"

  A populous country is full of sorrow. The best-selling motorcycle manufacturers are all from island nations. Meanwhile, domestic enterprises are like newly hatched birds that can't even fly, and it's a blessing if they can just eat their fill.

  Xuan Qi's body exuded a sense of sadness: "I am not a racial narrow-minded person. In 1945, we won on the battlefield of World War II, but now in the market of economic torrent, we have lost. Even this hot-blooded Han man wants to win glory for the country in international competitions, but can't do it. We have developed our own proprietary engine and seem to have a factory that is developing highway racing." Xuan Qi's eyes shone brightly: "Shouldn't everyone do something about it?"

  In his younger years, being hot-blooded was the norm. Having a status and position also meant having ability. Now, Xuan Qi could even provide a cash flow of 1 billion to acquire a small motorcycle manufacturing company, making it seem like an effortless task.

  Lu Zhuoqun and Sheng Dengfeng exchanged a glance, noticing that Shang Tao across from them was also nodding eagerly. Sheng Dengfeng then said loudly: "If you're willing to do it, I'll help you take the jadeite to the bank as collateral for a loan, and I'll handle all the procedures for the acquisition."

  Lu Zhuoqun said: "I can use the Lu family team to help you manage your company and dig up high-level talent in the motorcycle industry from abroad. Quickly get the whole factory running."

  "I can help you build a team to participate in international competitions, I am familiar with the process of various events." Shang Tao's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he said weakly: "Don't make me wait too long, every year my state will be weaker, I want to ride our own road race at the most golden age, sweep the league, and win the Grand Slam"

  "We won't keep you waiting for too long, we can assemble the team and buy the track tomorrow. First, let's research and participate in some markets before participating in K." Xuan Qi excitedly clapped his hands and said: "The new motorcycle is called King, English name K..."

  Hot-blooded youth, in the starry night sky set free dreams, from the ideal sea sailing has already set sail, after many years the world's largest motorcycle group king was born on this night. K will sweep across the world.