The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 479 - He Planned to Sell the Gloomy Wood Chairs

Agarwood is a name familiar to many. This unique wood emits a particularly strong fragrance. When the heartwood of a tree is damaged, the tree secretes oils to heal the wound, and it's these oils that produce the delightful scent. The wood is so dense that it can sink in water, hence the name Agarwood. It's used in medicine and for crafting decorative ornaments.

In modern cultivation, growers intentionally damage the Agarwood tree's exterior. It takes over a decade for the tree to slowly produce the resin. A piece of top-quality Agarwood can take many decades, or even centuries, to form, which explains its exorbitant price. A gram of Agarwood can fetch anywhere from 1,000 to tens of thousands of RMB at auction. With a global annual yield of just 18 kilograms, Agarwood is exceedingly rare.

Yet, even more exceptional is Gloomy Wood, the top grade of Agarwood. This wood sinks underwater and, due to significant geological changes, becomes buried deep underground. Over millennia, the wood transforms, taking on a jade-like quality. Gloomy Wood is robust with a black surface that resists decay, earning it the title of Eastern Divine Wood. While Agarwood is costly, Gloomy Wood is truly beyond price.

Su Ming gazed at the chair before him, quietly collecting his thoughts. He moved aside, took another balloon, and popped it. With a familiar flash of light, he acquired another chair made of Gloomy Wood. It felt cool and extremely heavy. The chair's black surface was adorned with golden, iridescent patterns: a sight to behold.

In his mind, Su Ming inquired, “Yuvyuv, how many points can I get for these two chairs?” His previous finds were functional items meant for his use alone, rendering them unsellable. These chairs, however, were different; they could be sold for a profit. Even though his bank account already contained over 20 billion yuan, he knew the importance of securing more funds for the future.

Su Ming remembered clearly: a Level Three Three-legged Golden Toad was priced at one million yuan. Could a Level Four Three-legged Golden Toad possibly command ten million yuan?

Could a Level Five Three-legged Golden Toad fetch a hundred million RMB?

He fretted that with higher seed levels, his bank account might only stretch to one or two premium seeds.

Ordinary items weren't worth the hassle to sell, but these chairs were crafted from Gloomy Wood, guaranteeing a hefty price tag.

Selling them wouldn't be a loss for him.

“Master, a chair costs 1000 points,” Yuvyuv informed him.

Su Ming paused, taken aback.

Checking the time, he noted it was still morning, hours away from his six o'clock blind date.

Should he hold onto the chairs or sell them?

After a moment's contemplation, Su Ming sat down on one of the chairs.

He immediately sprang up—the chair was uncomfortably cold.

Keeping them seemed pointless; selling them was the better option.

Nonchalantly, Su Ming dragged the chairs into the hallway.

“You've successfully harvested your crops, earning 200,000 experience points! Plus, an additional reward of 40,000!”

“Item recycled. Congratulations, you've earned 10,000 experience points! Plus, an additional reward of 2,000!”

He had cleared all the crops from the field.

It had been ages since he last drove the truck.

Opening the trunk, he was greeted by a cloud of dust.

After a quick clean, he loaded the two chairs into the trunk.

Su Ming got behind the wheel and pulled out his phone.

Where to?

Antiques City or Jade City?

After a brief ponder, he opted for Antiques City.

The chairs were, after all, antiques.

Plus, he was acquainted with quite a few people there.

Decision made, Su Ming headed for Antiques City.

With the window down and a tune on his lips, he reached his destination.

Stepping out, he opened the trunk.

Dragging two Gloomy Wood chairs through the streets would surely invite trouble.

A single piece of Agarwood could incite a frenzy; these chairs would attract even more attention.

He decided to scout for a buyer inside Antiques City first. If no one was interested, he'd simply take the chairs home.

It would be ideal if someone wanted to purchase them on the spot.

Su Ming snapped a photo of the two chairs, secured the car door, and scanned his surroundings.

He had arrived at Antiques City early in the day when it was still quiet and unnoticed by the sparse crowd.

Feeling at ease, Su Ming strolled into Antiques City, phone in hand. He had visited once before but had been too rushed to really explore the place.

This visit, however, he was alone and could leisurely peruse the offerings of Antiques City. The broad street was lined with numerous small shops.

The shopkeepers and staff mostly seemed indifferent, showing little enthusiasm even when customers browsed their wares.

Most visitors were there simply for the experience, with no real intention of making a purchase.

Su Ming was aware that the smaller antique shops likely didn't have the funds to buy his two Gloomy Wood chairs.

Eastsea was no backwater; it was home to many affluent and influential individuals.

And surely, those who appreciated antiques wouldn't be lacking in funds, right?

Even if an antique shop owner couldn't afford his chairs, perhaps a friend of theirs could.

While walking, Su Ming's attention was drawn to a sizable shop beside him. It was a prominent establishment, stretching twenty to thirty meters along the main street, with a spacious ground floor and numerous, strikingly attractive female attendants.

As Su Ming was about to step inside, a voice filled with surprise called out, “Mr. Su?”

A portly man with the air of a proprietor approached him briskly.

The man's face lit up with joy upon seeing Su Ming. “Mr. Su, it's been ages! What brings you here?”

He extended his hand for a warm handshake.

Taken aback, Su Ming responded with a hint of bewilderment, “I'm sorry, but who might you be?” He did not recognize the man.

“It's quite understandable that you don't remember me, Mr. Su. Last time you were here at Antiques City, I got squeezed out by the crowd,” the man explained with a beaming smile.

“I'm Qian Rushan, the owner of this establishment. Tell me, Mr. Su, have you come to buy or to sell today?”

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