After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person

Qin Mingxue had a smile on her face.

Indeed, this time she had invested heavily, putting to use the connections and capital she had amassed in the underground trading market over decades.

It was all because she had found out that Chen Yu was a doctor and had even established a medicinal herb processing park.

Although the Fire Lingzhi was precious, it was nothing extraordinary among all the medicinal herbs.

Qin Tianfeng strode up to the television, observing all the details of the Fire Lingzhi carefully.

"Niece, I just happen to need this item. Could you cancel the auction and just give it to me?"

Qin Mingxue found herself in a tight spot. She understood her uncle's nature—he was one to take advantage of any opportunity.

However, his expertise in appraising medicinal herbs was top-notch in the industry, which meant he had to be invited to an auction of this level.

"Uncle, this is only the first item in the auction. If we rashly withdraw it now, I'm afraid we won't be able to continue with the rest of the auction," she said.

Qin Tianfeng didn't care about that at all—his greedy eyes were revolting.

Chen Yu swirled the wine in his glass.

"Mr. Qin, may I ask what level of master in medicinal herb appraisal you are?"

Qin Tianfeng turned his head with disdain, "My level? A junior like you has no right to know."

Chen Yu smiled faintly, "If I'm not mistaken, this Fire Lingzhi seems to be pieced together—only half of it is real; the other half is just ordinary Lingzhi."

Qin Tianfeng jerked his body and leaned forward, nearly pressing his face against the screen to observe.

Indeed, there was a crack in the middle of the Lingzhi that was barely noticeable to the naked eye.

He suddenly felt angry and found it hard to save face.

Even after observing so closely for so long, he had failed to spot the flaw, whereas Chen Yu had merely glanced at it and saw everything clearly.

After coughing a few times to ease the embarrassment on his face, Qin Tianfeng put on an elder's air and returned to his seat on the sofa.

"Niece, this is where you're wrong. A good auction, and you put a fake Lingzhi up for sale?"

Qin Mingxue pursed her lips, "Uncle, it's already stated very clearly in the brief that this is a pieced-together Fire Lingzhi. Didn't you see it?"

Qin Tianfeng paused, hastily adjusting his glasses to look at the brief next to him.

All the information was indeed clearly stated there.

The awkwardness on his face intensified, and he grabbed the teacup to gulp down a mouthful with a vengeance.

But Chen Yu felt it strange—a master in medicinal herb appraisal couldn't possibly miss such an obvious flaw, could he?

After adjusting his breathing slightly, Chen Yu immediately used the system to scan the other person's brain information.

Sure enough, the man was a fraud!

He had merely obtained an ancient medical book and, with its rare medicinal herb introductions, infiltrated the Medical Association.

Then he had bought a fake diploma to climb to his current position.

Chen Yu frowned, curious about the medical book. What kind of book was it that could help a worthless man climb so high?
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The next auction item was a turmeric root!

This item was very rare, said to be the ancestor of ginger, usually found in deep mountains and forests.

Under certain specific conditions, it was even more powerful than ginseng and could even resurrect the dead.

Such a large piece, if placed in an outside auction, would start at no less than five million.

Chen Yu's interest was immediately piqued.

The people in the town were still suffering from lingering illness, some with diseases that had penetrated deep into their bones, beyond the reach of common herbs. If he could take this item back, it would certainly bring significant benefits.

He immediately waved over a server, signaling them to place a bid.

Qin Tianfeng, however, hesitated. Having suffered a great loss on the Lingzhi, he had become extremely cautious, no longer daring to speak rashly. Subconsciously, he glanced at the brief introduction beside him.

A hundred-year-old turmeric, a treasure wherever it might be, he licked his lips, and greed instantly surfaced in his eyes.

Just as he was about to ask Qin Mingxue to let him have it, the auctioneer on the stage suddenly brought down the hammer.

It turned out that Chen Yu had snapped up the turmeric for eight million.

Qin Tianfeng itched with hatred, feeling an impulse to tear Chen Yu into shreds.

When the next auction item was presented, Chen Yu once again stood up, waving over a server.

Without a second thought, Qin Tianfeng promptly stood up as well.

"Niece, how about you let me have this item? I'll buy it with cash!"

Qin Mingxue was taken aback, "Uncle, are you sure you want to buy this?"

Qin Tianfeng had already become somewhat irrational. Chen Yu had called over a server earlier and had bought the precious turmeric.

If he was making a move again, that must mean this item was definitely not ordinary.

"Of course, just name your price!"

Qin Mingxue suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Since Uncle really wants to buy it, I'll let it go for two hundred thousand."

Qin Tianfeng transferred the money without hesitation.

Before long, a server came reverently into the room with a small box in hand.

Qin Tianfeng quickly rotated the beads in his hand and eagerly opened the box, only to discover that it contained some secret-recipe Western Ointment.

At first glance, one could tell that it was made using ancient methods, though complex, in the end, it was still Western Ointment with no significant difference in efficacy.

In other words, he had spent two hundred thousand on a box of fire-relieving goods. Not

"Niece, this is a bit unkind of you, isn't it? This kind of Western Ointment can be found everywhere on the streets, and yet you're selling it for two hundred thousand."

Qin Mingxue spread her hands, "Uncle, the selling point of this product is its craftsmanship, and the starting bid was four hundred thousand. I already gave you a fifty percent discount."

Qin Tianfeng felt like crying but had no tears; no matter how special the craftsmanship of the Western Ointment was, the end product was only slightly more effective at best.

He knew dozens of methods to make Western Ointment.

Bought, this thing was essentially useless to him.

Subconsciously, he looked up and saw that Chen Yu had only requested some snacks from the server.

Qin Tianfeng took several deep breaths, angrily slammed the Western Ointment on the floor, and continued to gaze at the large screen.

The subsequent auction items were very ordinary, mainly in terms of quantity.

Moreover, Qin Tianfeng also became wary and was not willing to bid rashly.

During this time, Chen Yu frequently asked servers for more food.

After completing surgery in the small town and arriving at the marketplace, he hadn't eaten a single meal and was truly hungry.

Distressed, Qin Tianfeng stopped observing Chen Yu on purpose.

Just as his gaze returned to the large screen, a server approached Chen Yu with a translucent blood-colored fruit in hand.

The rich aroma instantly spread, and it was actually a supremely pure Lingzhi fruit!