Galactic Garbage Station - Chapter 844

A quick glance at the bottom of the nine Buddha Portraits shows that the prices at the top of the list are all four figures in the first ten thousand words, which means they’re all in the tens of millions. 

Among them, Vidyārāja, the least expensive portrait was priced at 13.25 Million Yuan. The highest was Vajrabhairava, whose top price was 18 Million Yuan, five times higher than the $3 million they had heard about.

“Dad, let’s go, we will keep Bodhisattva in our heart, it must be Buddha’s will so we won’t buy anything.” Bei Jiahao said.

“Well said, they have garnered too much attention, but they fell short.” Mr. Bei also nodded.

They looked inscrutable and indifferent to fame and fortune as they turned around and left, but their hearts were bleeding.

At the same time, Sun Yuheng came out of a meeting with his board of directors and a female secretary immediately came forward and said urgently: “Boss, Boss Ma just called.”

“What did he say?” Sun Yuheng’s eyes lit up as he took the phone and wanted to call back.

“He said… He said that the Prajñā Meditation Sutra Buddha Statue is too expensive, and it’s not even an Original Drawing, it’s just a defective product, so he doesn’t want to buy it.” The female secretary was a little flustered because she knew that Sun Yuheng would not be happy to hear this news.

“What?” Sun Yuheng frowned and raised his voice, “Although it’s only a defective product, if you take it out, you can sell it for 6 million in minutes, or even more, and it is very collectible. I only charge him 5 million. , is this price too high?”

“What?” As expected, Sun Yuheng frowned and raised his voice, “Although it is only a defective product, it can be sold for six million yuan or even higher in a minute. It is also of great collection value. I only charged him five million for it, don’t tell me he still found this high?”

Sun Yuheng was planning to sell it to Boss Ma at a reduced price, of course, it was not for nothing. He had planned to develop himself in the planting industry but to develop in this industry, the planted products naturally need sales channels. 

Boss Ma is a distributor of agricultural products and he has done a very successful job. If he could cooperate with Boss Ma then he will have more confidence in competing with Su Jing and Tian Zhongyi. 

Now, only a little time had passed since the birthday banquet and Su Jing and Tian Zhongyi are already pressing him down step by step, and he has to seize the opportunity. 

He had a good talk with Boss Ma, and Boss Ma was willing to cooperate with him. So why did he suddenly decide to not buy the Prajñā Meditation Sutra Buddha Statue drawing? This is not a good sign for him.

“Boss, it’s probably because of this.” The female secretary said while handing out her cell phone, which showed a news item. It was showing the news about the nine new Vidyārāja Buddha portraits in Vidyārāja Hall of the Buddhist Monastery Temple.

Sun Yuheng glanced at this news and his brows suddenly wrinkled, the more he looked, the more ugly his face became. 

He said after reading the news and said, “This bastard, how come there are so many high-quality Buddha Portraits, why didn’t he take them out when I visited his home? Is he purposely trying to devalue my Buddha Statue Portrait?”

Originally, there was only one Original Drawing of the Prajñā Meditation Sutra. Even if the one in his hand was inferior, it was still a rare treasure, so the price he would be able to sell it for wasn’t low. 

However, now that so many Buddha Portraits have come out, his defective product will naturally start to depreciate.

“Mr. Ma didn’t buy our Prajñā Meditation Sutra Buddha Statue so is he still willing to cooperate with us?” Sun Yuheng asked.

“According to what Boss Ma said, he probably didn’t want to cooperate with us. He said that if he cooperated with us, he is afraid that Mr. Su would not be willing to sell him a Buddha Portrait, so…” The female secretary said more and more and her voice became so small at the end that it became difficult to hear her and she got a little scared because she saw that the expression on Sun Yuheng’s face had become more and more livid.

Sun Yuheng didn’t give up and he picked up his phone and called Boss Ma, but this time he got a very clear answer, Boss Ma really didn’t want to cooperate with him. 

It may not be completely because of Acala (Fudō Myō-ō) Buddha Statue, but his decision is definitely influenced by Acala (Fudō Myō-ō) Buddha Statue. Sun Yuheng was so angry that he smashed his phone on the ground. 

According to Sun Yuheng’s thoughts, Su Jing didn’t do anything, he just went home and painted blindly and he was obviously playing with things to pass the time so why did his hobbies end up with Su Jing robbing a capable partner from him? 

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with this world? Moreover, the price of those Nine Buddha Portraits has already reached an astonishing level. Su Jing may make a fortune just from these Nine Buddha Portraits which made Sun Yuheng even more unhappy.

At the same time, netizens who saw the news were also dumbfounded.

“Oh My Buddha, all Nine Buddha Portraits are over Ten Million Yuan.”

“There are still many days to go, I am afraid the price will go even higher.”

“Originally, I wanted to buy one too, but later I found out that it was a rich man’s game, and a poor man like me shouldn’t join in the fun.”

“Isn’t it just some Buddha Portraits, are these people crazy?”

“The world of the rich is really hard to understand.”

What they don’t know is that many rich people just wrote a reserve price to test the water, and are still waiting for the opportunity, preparing to wait for the last day to bid again. Only on that day will they truly know what it means to be crazy.

There was a lot of noise outside, but Su Jing calmly painted at home. He drew all the one or two hundred portraits that were ordered online and sent them to their respective address. 

In addition, he also drew a set of Vidyārāja Buddha Portraits as a spare. When he was tired from painting, he went to bed early. 

At around three in the morning, Qingyun’s voice suddenly sounded in his head: “Master, the garbage is coming.” Su Jing quickly got up and ran downstairs.