Chapter 166 - Abide by the Law
Captain Wu exchanged greetings and then returned to his duties.
Su Ming didn't dwell on the issue.
President Chen remained unflustered, taking a few diamonds and heading straight back to the bank. After briefing his team, he quickly returned to his agricultural tasks, resuming the weeding and tilling of the land!
As Captain Wu arrived back at the police station, Old Master Fong made an appearance.
“Old Master Fong, what brings you here?”
Upon seeing him, Captain Wu quickly rose to greet the esteemed elder, a man of high moral standing and prestigious status.
It was Old Master Fong's assistance in the past that had helped him clear up criminal activities within the jewelry sector.
“Captain Wu, I felt a sense of responsibility when I saw the news online.”
“I've instructed the jewelry store to issue a public statement and to display the diamonds sold by Mr. Su.”
“We invite anyone to inspect them. Should anyone find a diamond to be counterfeit, we will compensate them a hundredfold!”
“However, the internet is not lawless, and I hope, Captain Wu, that you can apprehend those who spread these rumors.”
“Particularly the unethical news outlets.”
Old Master Fong implored earnestly.
“Rest assured, sir, I am already on it. The law applies to the internet as well.”
Captain Wu nodded firmly, indicating his commitment to the task ahead.
“Very well!”
Old Master Fong breathed a sigh of relief.
The jewelry industry's announcement followed shortly after.
“Do they take us for fools?”
“You're the ones involved in money laundering, so naturally, you wouldn't admit to such activities.”
“Don't attempt to whitewash the truth; you're not deceiving anyone.”
The police announcement, however, arrived promptly.
In addition, the police and the jewelry industry issued a collaborative statement.
They announced plans to exhibit all the diamonds Su Ming had sold.
Should any be found to be fake, they promised to offer a hundredfold compensation!
They also published the high-definition video of Su Ming's sales online.
The police apprehended the journalists responsible for initiating the rumors and tracked down numerous individuals who had maliciously targeted Su Ming on the internet.
Before long, the online sentiment took a sharp turn.
“Could it really be authentic?”
“Fellas, I just checked out the merchandise on-site—genuine diamonds indeed!”
“I've said it before; I'm a certified appraiser for a jewelry store. The diamonds are legitimate. You wouldn't believe me.”
“Take a look at this pink diamond—it's absolutely stunning!”
Online, it wasn't long before numerous celebrities with verified badges began to emerge.
“I stake my reputation on the authenticity of these diamonds. If they're fake, you can call the cops and have me arrested on the spot.”
“Indeed, such diamonds are exceptionally rare, and it's only natural that they fetch a high price. Do a quick search online, and you'll find that a diamond half this size once sold at auction for nearly 100 million!”
“The crown jewel among these has to be the black diamond—its purity and rarity are unmatched in the world. This single stone could easily be worth 300 million!”
“While the abundance of these diamonds might shake up the market and potentially lower prices, don't expect them to plummet. These are high-end luxury goods we're talking about, with incredibly high artistic value.”
Their boldness was a clear sign of their confidence.
The naysayers quickly fell silent, frantically deleting their comments to avoid police attention.
Onboard a high-speed train.
In a private VIP compartment.
An elderly man sat in meditative repose, a butler standing at his side.
All at once, the door was flung open by an exuberant young man, phone in hand.
“Grandfather! I've discovered an exceptional diamond!”
The elder's eyes opened slowly, a frown creasing his brow, irritation evident in his tone, “You're on the verge of taking over the family business, and yet you lack composure. We have no shortage of diamonds. There's no need for such theatrics.”
“But Grandpa!”
The young man persisted, thrusting the phone before the elder, “Just look at this!”
Initially indifferent, the elder took the phone. But as the image came into focus, his eyes widened, his face a portrait of astonishment.
He rose abruptly, his composure shattered, his excitement surpassing even that of his grandson.
This elder was a person of considerable stature.
If Old Master Fong was known as a renowned collector in Eastsea City, then this man was celebrated throughout the imperial court.
Born into affluence, his family's wealth was substantial.
Aside from managing family affairs, his singular passion was the collection of antiques.
The old master purchased a sprawling quadrangle courtyard in the capital, valued at several billion.
Outsiders perceived the price of this property as exorbitant.
However, they were unaware that, despite its high cost, the value of the courtyard paled in comparison to the treasures it housed.
The old master had arranged his lifetime collection of antiques throughout the property, with the most extraordinarily valuable pieces secured in a concealed chamber.
Previously, he had presided as the president of the imperial court's jewelry industry.
Now advanced in years, he was nearing his ninetieth birthday, yet he continued to command immense respect from all.
“Where to next?” the old master inquired abruptly.
“Grandpa, we're heading to Linhai,” came the reply.
“Which station along our route is closest to Eastsea?”
“If we're driving, East Station is the nearest. But we could just fly directly from Linhai.”
“Good.”
The old master nodded with a spark of excitement, pacing the room energetically. “Make the arrangements!”
“Right away!”
The young man grabbed his phone and swiftly departed to book the flight.
“Get Old Fong on the phone now.”
Old Fong was at home, idly holding two diamonds when his phone suddenly rang. It was his old friend, Shangguan Wenqiang, calling.
“Old Fong, life's been treating you well, I see.”
Shangguan Wenqiang ribbed him as soon as the call connected.
“Stop teasing me. I'm getting on in years, and who knows how much time I have left.”
“That line might work on others, but you can't fool me,” Shangguan Wenqiang chided with a laugh. “With all the fine things you've acquired, would you really be ready to part with this world?”
Shangguan Wenqiang was always remarkably well-informed.
“Let's skip the small talk. Three hundred million. Will you sell me one?”
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