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After all, the one he had found had been meticulously crafted by the finest artisans.

Could anything rival the authenticity of the Chongzhen Emperor’s dragon robe, particularly the one used for his coronation ceremony?

“With this, I’ll be taking my leave!”

Since there was nothing else of note, Luo Feng ascended back to the surface.

Immediately, the rhythmic thump of a helicopter invaded his ears.

Who had come?

“Mr. Luo, Chairman Li from the Dragon Nation Calligraphy Association has arrived! They couldn’t locate you and are waiting in the tent above!” An individual approached Luo Feng with this information.

Luo Feng instantly understood.

The Preface to the Orchid Pavilion must have piqued their curiosity, right? “There’s another visitor. A striking woman,” someone reported with a hint of jealousy.

Qin Rubing had noticed Luo Feng’s blatant appraisal of another woman’s figure in a prior encounter.

“Could it be Kawashima Miyuki?”

“You seem particularly intrigued by her, don’t you? Your guess was quick,” Qin Rubing said, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Luo Feng maintained his silence, until a woman clad in a cheongsam appeared before him.

The slit in her dress revealed a tantalizing charm with each step.

Resisting her allure was a challenge for onlookers.

She was stunningly beautiful.

“Mr. Luo, we meet again. How are you?”

Uttering these words, she executed a deep bow, a gesture of respect from her homeland.

“Hehe, Miss Kawashima Miyuki, how are you? Please accept my apologies for the modest hospitality given the circumstances.”

Luo Feng had a knack for keeping a cool demeanor.

After all, she needed him more than he needed her.

Even towards a beautiful woman, he knew it was vital to maintain a certain air to negotiate a better deal.

“So, Mr. Luo, about our sword.”

“It’s not ‘our’ sword now. It’s ‘my’ sword,” Luo Feng corrected her firmly.

“Correct your statement swiftly, or our conversation ends here!”

“Oh, oh, oh, your sword, Mr. Luo’s sword.”

“Exactly, it’s mine!” Luo Feng stressed. “Now, what were you about to say?”

“Oh, oh, oh, here’s the thing. I have a list,” Kawashima Miyuki stated as she handed over a document.

Luo Feng skimmed the paper.

Japanese characters, Chinese translations, and pictures adorned the document.

It was a catalogue of cultural artifacts.

Hundreds of them.

“This woman, is she trying to persuade me with these trinkets?”

“But I assume she’s merely a puppet of the people behind her!”

Laughing lightly, Luo Feng asked, ‘Miss Kawashima, do you have a keen eye for cultural artifacts? Which three items here do you believe could rival the three swords I have in my custody?”

“They can’t be compared…” Kawashima Miyuki inadvertently spoke the truth, before quickly amending in a panicked rush, “No, what I meant was, you can’t rank cultural relics. Their significance is what matters.”

Indeed.

That was the narrative her superiors had instilled in her.

Was she regretting her stance now?

Did they consider me a fool?

Did they expect me to choose from these cultural artifacts? “How about this, Miss Kawashima, should I arrange your flight home?”

“Oh? Has Mr. Luo consented? That’s not necessary; you’re too kind. I can arrange my own travel!”

“Well, you should start heading back, then!”

Luo Feng was left speechless by her obliviousness.

Upon hearing a whispered suggestion, the baffled Kawashima Miyuki finally chuckled awkwardly and implored, “Mr. Luo, could you please reconsider? Among these hundred cultural relics, some are truly exceptional!”

“In that case, offer twenty billion, plus the items on this list. If that can be arranged, we have a deal,” Luo Feng contemplated before responding.

After all, they were the ones in a rush.

He had their national treasures in his hand.

Luo Feng was not concerned.

If things did not work out, so be it.

“Mr. Luo, are you implying that you’ll take everything?”

“Yes, that’s correct!” Luo Feng affirmed, noticing her slow comprehension.

“Could we perhaps negotiate the number down a bit?” Kawashima Miyuki suggested.

“You’re bargaining over your national treasures? Isn’t that somewhat excessive?”

“It is a bit, but this list is extensive, isn’t it?” Kawashima Miyuki blinked; the list indeed contained hardly any of the Sakura Nation’s treasures.

Given the sizable quantity of artifacts he demanded, her confusion was justified.

“Hmm… Are there really this many cultural relics?”

Long Jianfei, who had just emerged from the tomb, overheard Luo Feng’s conversation and came over for a closer look.

He was taken aback by the vast array of cultural relics on display.

And Luo Feng wanted every single one of them? “Mr. Luo, could we possibly decrease the quantity? I really…”

Kawashima Miyuki exuded a certain pathos.

She was only following orders.

If she failed her mission, she would face criticism.

“Miss Kawashima, you wouldn’t want to face your superiors’ reprimand, would you?”

“Of course not!”

“Then agree to this and everything will be fine. You’ll avoid any scolding,” Luo Feng advised.

“Consider this: these are your national treasures. If you spend a significant amount to regain them, the press will immediately report that the Sakura Nation traded hundreds of cultural relics for these three priceless items. Won’t your national treasures become world-renowned?”

“That’s logical, should I consult my superiors?” Kawashima Miyuki conceded.

“Sure, go ahead!”

She fell for it so easily.

After she had left, Long Jianfei asked, “Little Luo, are you seriously taking everything?” “Yes, all 122 items, not a single one less from the pictures!”

“Huh!”

Long Jianfei was nearly lost for words.

He simply could not comprehend Luo Feng’s thought process.

“I never planned to sell them in the first place. If they’re willing to trade, why not try? If it works, fantastic. If not, it’s not the end of the world,” Luo Feng’s attitude was always relaxed. “Besides, I don’t really want them to make the trade. After all, these are their national treasures.. If they get what they want, I’ll feel shortchanged!”