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“Heh, Mr. Creed is absolutely right.”

“Hurry up and bring out the item for us to see.”

“Exactly…”

Quinton Creed smiled, waved to the door, and immediately more than a dozen young and beautiful hostesses walked in.

These hostesses were dressed in bright red cheongsams, moving with graceful sways that quickened the heartbeat of onlookers.

The hostesses approached the long table, placed their trays on it, and then lifted the red cloths covering them.

One by one, antiquities with an ancient charm were revealed to the crowd.

After the hostesses stepped back, it wasn’t long before they returned, carrying another dozen or so antiques in their hands.

Once they had laid the antiques in front of everyone again, they turned and left with their sashaying hips.

Quinton Creed clapped his hands and laughed, “Alright, everyone can now have a closer look.”

The crowd immediately picked up the items before them to inspect. After looking them over, they carefully placed them back on the table, pushing them towards the person seated next to them.

There were quite a few items, more than thirty in total, enough for everyone to have one with some to spare.

In front of Greg Jensen was an ancient book, vertically bound with string, with a blue cover missing a piece, looking somewhat worn.

Greg Jensen picked it up and casually flipped through it, finding it to be a handwritten copy of the “Tao Te Ching.”

He tried detecting it with the Earth Mind Technique and saw only a murky grayness with a faint yellow light flickering within.

The yellow light signified age; the older the piece, the denser the color. If it turned brown, then it must be from the Warring States Period at least.

This was clearly written in the Five Elements Spell, so after Greg Jensen detected it, he lost interest and casually took the Eight Forms Mirror from Nathan Humphrey’s hands.

Nathan Humphrey was examining it closely when Greg Jensen snatched it away, startling him. He glanced around and, seeing that no one had noticed, he let out a sigh of relief.

He lowered his voice, urgently saying, “What are you doing? Don’t you know you can’t just take things when they’re in someone else’s hands?

If it breaks, the responsibility won’t be clear.”

Greg Jensen was stunned for a moment before nodding, then he remembered that there indeed was such a rule in antique dealing.

If you want to look at an item, you can’t take it directly from someone’s hands; you have to let them place it on the table before you can pick it up to examine.

That way, if it accidentally falls to the ground, it’s clear whose responsibility it is.

Nathan Humphrey frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed, but making a scene in front of so many people would only make him the butt of the joke.

He could only glare at Greg Jensen and started to flip through the “Tao Te Ching.”

After a while, he couldn’t help admiring it, “What a great find, it’s actually a Ming Dynasty handwritten copy, this should be worth some money, right?”

“Let me see.”

Creed Humphrey also took it and looked, nodding, “Yeah, it’s indeed from the Ming Dynasty, its value should be between five hundred thousand to seven hundred thousand.”

“Ming Dynasty? I think it’s from yesterday.”

Greg Jensen couldn’t help laughing.

Upon hearing this, Creed Humphrey’s face turned sour as he scolded, “What do you know? Mr. Jensen, the lady boss invited you here to ensure the young master’s safety, not to direct things recklessly.”

“Heh, you take another good look, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Greg Jensen said.

“I’ve been in the antique business for decades, you think you, a youngster, know better than me? What a joke!”

Creed Humphrey looked at Greg Jensen with disdain and said to Nathan Humphrey, “Young master, listen to me, as long as this ‘Tao Te Ching’ doesn’t exceed six hundred thousand, we can buy it.”

“Not to mention making a lot of money, earning a hundred or eighty thousand is no big deal.”

He looked up at Greg Jensen again with a sneer, “And from what I know, the handwritten copies from the Song dynasty have been appreciating in recent years. Just hold onto them for two or three years, and we could make even more money.”

How much to earn was actually of little concern to Nathan Humphrey; he had come this time simply to show his mother that he was not as useless as she had said.

Therefore, when he heard Creed Humphrey’s words, his spirits lifted immediately, and he laughed, “Good, then we must buy it.”

Seeing this, Greg Jensen chuckled and turned his attention back to the Eight Forms Mirror, probing it with the Earth Mind Technique.

A moment later, his expression became grave.

For he discovered that not only did the Eight Forms Mirror have a dense yellow glow, but there were also wisps of green energy flowing through it.

This meant that the mirror was not only ancient but also a Magic Artifact.

If it weren’t for the presence of so many people, Greg Jensen would have truly liked to stimulate his True Qi immediately to see what function this worn Magic Artifact actually had.

He examined the appearance of the Eight Forms Mirror carefully and found that there were already many cracks on it; even as a Magic Artifact, it probably wouldn’t last long before it was unusable.

To buy or not to buy?

Greg Jensen felt somewhat conflicted; if it wasn’t for the pending payment from Westland Pharmaceuticals, he would have really liked to buy it straight away for research.

However, he had only a little over two million in cash on hand, and it might be a bit of a struggle to purchase the Eight Forms Mirror.

Moreover, this Magic Artifact was clearly on the verge of being unusable, and it seemed somewhat unworthy to spend a lot of money on it.

He looked up and saw Quinton Creed sitting next to Joe Locke, speaking to him, and they both glanced at the Eight Forms Mirror from time to time.

Seeing this, confusion arose in Greg Jensen’s mind.

Joe Locke was clearly here for the Eight Forms Mirror, but the mirror was nearly unusable; wouldn’t he risk getting scolded by the Simmons family for presenting them with such an item?

Greg Jensen scanned the crowd, his gaze falling on Max Milton, and a sense of realization dawned on him.

They were planning to trap Joe Locke!

With this thought, Greg Jensen had made up his mind; he decided to let go of the Eight Forms Mirror, but he still wanted to inquire about its origins.

“Decide for yourself if you want to buy it; I need to use the restroom,” Greg Jensen casually said to Nathan Humphrey sitting next to him, then got up and walked toward the exit.

Nathan Humphrey couldn’t wait for him to leave, so he didn’t say anything.

Cole Barnett and Max Milton were seated on the other side of the long table, close to the entrance.

Upon seeing Greg Jensen approaching them, Cole Barnett turned pale with fright and said in a trembling voice, “Max, here he comes; he’s not going to hit me, is he?”

The psychological trauma from their previous encounter with Greg Jensen was too profound; even someone as slick as Max Milton felt overwhelmed.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Max Milton said, “There are so many people here, he wouldn’t dare!”

Before he could finish speaking, Greg Jensen suddenly stopped in front of them and said in a low voice, “Max Milton, come outside with me.”

After saying that, he headed straight for the exit.

Max Milton looked around and noticed that everyone was engrossed in the treasures in their hands, paying no attention to this side, so he thought about standing up and following Greg Jensen out of the hall.

Seeing this, Cole Barnett grew anxious and said, “Max, what are you doing? There are fewer people outside; be careful he doesn’t make a move on you.”

“It’s fine; I’ll just take a look. You wait here,” Max Milton replied.

Despite feeling a bit fearful, Max Milton decided to follow Greg Jensen outside to see what he really wanted.

He got up, left the hall, and followed Greg Jensen into the restroom.