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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　"This is gold?" Yang Wei's eyes widened in disbelief as he examined the pot of golden flower.

　　It was a very plain looking plant, which Li Yiming inherited from the old owner. Li Yiming had left it to wilt on the balcony, and it would have died if not for Chen Jiaw.a.n.g's timely rescue. Although the plant was alive, most of its leaves were drooping down. However, now that it had been transformed into solid gold, it became a masterpiece which far surpa.s.sed what was humanly possible.

　　"Wow! The details on the leaves!" Wu Jia knelt down right next to the table, completely ignoring the jewelry piece Yang Mei had given her.

　　Although the golden flower was exceptionally pretty, it paled in comparison with the level of detail present on the plant. Every single leaf of the potted plant was distinct and looked as natural as a real plant, some of which even had golden drops of water on them.

　　"This is solid gold?" Yang Wei gulped down a mouthful of saliva. He knew just how much such an artifact was worth. And, from the way Chen Jiaw.a.n.g put it down on the table, it was unlikely to simply be an empty sh.e.l.l.

　　"How about you have a look at this, Mr. Yang?" Chen Jiaw.a.n.g proposed with a humble pretense. 'Gold? You're going to show off gold here? I can turn the entire tea shop into gold if I wanted!'

　　Yang Wei smiled bitterly as he took out his magnifying gla.s.s and began to examine the object. His hands began to tremble as he realized that the entire plant was indeed made of almost pure gold.

　　"So, what do you see, Mr. Yang?" Chen Jiaw.a.n.g pushed for an admission.

　　"It's made of gold. At least on the surface. I don't know about what's inside." Yang Wei looked like he had just been forced to swallow down a ball of wax.

　　"Even if it's just on the surface, this work is amazing! It's beautiful!" Wu Jia exclaimed. As an artist, she had her own understanding of beauty. Although the jewelry piece offered to her by Yang Wei was pretty in its own right, the plant Chen Jiaw.a.n.g brought out was far more intricate. It was a miracle that someone had managed to put this much detail into such a work.

　　"This is Mr. Li's family legacy, isn't it?" Yang Wei suddenly came up with another idea. The golden plant was undoubtedly a masterpiece, but that did not take away from the fact that the golden flower was a gift for Wu Jia.

　　Chen Jiaw.a.n.g immediately caught onto the meaning of Yang Wei's words. He sought Li Yiming's opinion, only to find him staring at the window.