I Transmigrated Into a Villain and All the Heroines in This Novel Have Systems?

Chapter 11:

“My god, an estimated value of one million? That’s insane!”

“What? One million? Are you serious? But Master Qi’s painting was only valued at five hundred thousand!”

“So that means the painting Young Master Lin picked is worth more than Master Qi’s? How is that possible? We’re talking about Master Qi here!”

“Could Elder Fang have made a mistake? That painting was bought from Donkey Zhang. How could it be real? Maybe it’s just a high-quality imitation?”

“Are you questioning Elder Fang’s expertise? Do you think he can’t tell the difference between an authentic piece and a high-quality replica?”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just… hard to believe.”

“So, does that mean Master Qi already lost the first round?”

The discussion among the crowd was getting louder and louder, creating an uproar that refused to die down.

Even the so-called Donkey Zhang was among the spectators.

When he heard Fang Shijing’s appraisal, his mind went blank.

That painting… he sold it for only twenty thousand.

And now, it was estimated at one million?

A fiftyfold increase!

At that moment, he felt like dying.

Ning Wenrou was just as shocked. She gaped at Lin Chuan, staring at his profile in disbelief.

He won?

He actually won?

How was this possible?

This guy actually knew so much about antiques?

He had just defeated a master antique appraiser?

Although this was only the first round, and the competition wasn’t over yet, it was already an incredible feat.

Lin Chuan could feel the countless eyes on him—some filled with doubt, some with shock, and others with skepticism.

But he remained calm and composed.

This result was exactly as he had expected.

There was nothing surprising about it.

The only thing that caught him off guard was that Qi Xuan actually managed to pick a painting worth five hundred thousand.

It seemed like the guy had some real skill after all.

Fang Shijing was unbothered by the crowd’s reactions. Instead, he turned to Qi Xuan.

“Master Qi, do you have any objections to my appraisal?”

“I…”

Qi Xuan opened his mouth, but in the end, he shook his head.

“No objections.”

In truth, he believed the painting was worth slightly less than one million, maybe closer to nine hundred thousand.

But what difference did it make?

It was better to admit defeat gracefully than to make himself look petty.

Fang Shijing nodded slightly, then turned and announced loudly,

“Lin Chuan’s final result for the first round: Cost: 20,000, Estimated Value: 1,000,000. The winner of the first round—Lin Chuan.”

This time, there was no more chatter.

Everyone just stared at Lin Chuan in shock.

A painting that cost only twenty thousand… was worth a million?

A fiftyfold return!

That kind of profit margin was terrifying.

Could it be that this so-called good-for-nothing rich second-generation was actually a hidden antique expert?

“How did you manage to pick that painting?”

Qi Xuan was dying of curiosity and finally asked Lin Chuan directly.

“It was cheap. Just twenty thousand. Even if it turned out to be fake, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Lin Chuan’s unexpected answer left the crowd disappointed.

So… it was just dumb luck?

Qi Xuan sneered.

So that’s all it was?

He actually lost to luck?

That was ridiculous.

But this also made him secretly relieved.

If it was just luck, there was nothing to worry about.

Luck wouldn’t favor the same person twice.

As long as he won the next two rounds, the outcome wouldn’t change.

Fang Shijing didn’t waste time and moved on to the second round.

He first picked up the general jar that Qi Xuan had chosen and began examining it carefully.

In the world of antiques, porcelain was notorious for being filled with counterfeits.

Even seasoned appraisers had fallen for fakes before, so he couldn’t afford to be careless.

The evaluation process took twice as long as it had for the paintings.

Lin Chuan, however, was in no hurry.

He borrowed a chair from a nearby stall and sat down comfortably.

Ning Wenrou immediately offered him a five-star massage service, making every old man on the street green with envy.

But that was all they could do—envy.

A beauty like her was far beyond their reach.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Shijing finally completed his assessment.

But instead of announcing the result immediately, he turned to Qi Xuan.

“Master Qi, how much did you pay for this general jar?”

“Five hundred thousand,” Qi Xuan answered respectfully.

In reality, he wasn’t completely sure if it was authentic or not—he had taken a gamble.

That was why he was feeling uneasy.

Then, Fang Shijing suddenly smiled.

“Congratulations, that five hundred thousand was well spent.

“This general jar is indeed an authentic piece from the Kangxi era of the Qing Dynasty.

“My estimated value for it is…

One million!”

“Phew…”

Hearing that confirmation, Qi Xuan let out a long sigh of relief.

He had won the gamble.

The crowd, filled with Qi Xuan’s supporters, erupted into cheers.

“Hahaha! I knew Master Qi wouldn’t disappoint! Unlike some people who just got lucky!”

“Exactly! Master Qi has real skill! Not like those people who rely on blind luck.”

“Damn, he made 500,000 in profit just like that! Master Qi is basically a walking money printer!”

“Master Qi, please accept my respect—”

Someone actually knelt down in front of Qi Xuan, bowing in admiration.

Qi Xuan crossed his legs and sat on his chair smugly.

With a satisfied smirk, he looked at Lin Chuan and said,

“See that? That’s real skill.

“Of course, for me, this is just routine work.”

Ning Wenrou nervously glanced at Lin Chuan, worried he might lose his temper.

But Lin Chuan was even calmer than she had imagined.

“Relax. Let him have his moment.”

“The more he enjoys himself now, the harsher it’ll be when he gets slapped in the face later.”

Qi Xuan sneered.

“Still talking tough? Do you seriously think you can win this round?”

Lin Chuan smirked.

“Well, you gotta have dreams.

“What if they come true?”

“Oh? Since you’re so confident, why don’t we raise the stakes?”

Qi Xuan suddenly proposed an idea.

“How?” Lin Chuan raised a brow.

Qi Xuan’s eyes flickered with possessiveness as he looked at Ning Wenrou.

“That girl… she clearly didn’t come to you willingly.

“And since I happened to witness this injustice, I can’t just ignore it.

“If you lose this match, let her go free.”

“No!”

Before Lin Chuan could respond, Ning Wenrou rejected the idea outright.

One thing Qi Xuan said was true—she had originally been forced into becoming Lin Chuan’s maid.

She had wanted to escape.

But now, she had a system.

A system that constantly assigned her missions to serve Lin Chuan.

If she left now, how would she complete her missions in the future?

“Don’t be afraid,” Qi Xuan reassured her, mistaking her rejection as fear of Lin Chuan.

“I’ll protect you.”

Then, he turned back to Lin Chuan.

“So? Do you dare to accept the bet?”