Li Xiangdong guessed that the person they were trying to trap was the now-powerful "Eight Kings".

In a time when even "ten-thousand-yuan households" are rare, the enormous wealth held by the "Eight Kings" has certainly attracted the covetous eyes of some.

However, this matter has nothing to do with Li Xiangdong.

He just wants to make some money in this mess; as for anything else, that's up to fate.

With the price of Japanese white pine bonsai rising to this level, it's no longer something ordinary people can afford.

It's a game for the rich, so it all comes down to individual skill.

Li Xiangdong had just sent Fu Youcai to find out the background of the group that beat people up when he immediately ordered Chen Zaohua to increase the shipment of five-needle pine bonsai.

Chen Zaohua had some doubts. "Judging from how hot the market is, the price changes every hour. Should we wait a bit longer?"

Li Xiangdong shook his head. "We should only act when there's a lot of noise and chatter. Never think about making the last penny; the most likely outcome is that you won't make any money."

Chen Zaohua, Zhou Hongsong, and Fu Youde each took charge of one-third of the shipment and led the team to deliver the goods.

The first batch of 300 medium-sized five-needle pine bonsai sold out in less than two days.

The total profit was 1,534,580 yuan.

Can you imagine how huge this sum of money is?

Ten yuan a sheet, one thousand yuan a stack, a total of one thousand five hundred and thirty-four stacks, filling three whole sacks!

The second batch consisted of 300 large Japanese white pine bonsai, each priced at 8,000 yuan, which sold for a total of 2.4 million yuan.

The third batch included 300 medium-sized five-needle pine bonsai, which sold for a total of 1.68 million.

Meanwhile, with the emergence of a large number of Japanese white pine bonsai in the market, the heated price speculation has gradually stabilized.

Even as large quantities of five-needle pine trees appeared, people began to hesitate.

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Forty-eight Bay Village.

Feng Yucai stared blankly at the piles of money in the corner.

"This, so much money, so much money, could buy a building on the banks of the Huangpu River..."

Zhou Hongsong glanced at him and said, "Wipe the drool off your mouth, you're so pathetic!"

Feng Yucai chuckled awkwardly and said, "I've never seen so much money before! My goodness, this is too much!"

"It's none of your business no matter how much more there is!"

"How can you be so heartless? We're all family now, if you're rich, I'll benefit too..."

"Great! You've got potential, buddy..."

Li Xiangdong watched them bicker with a grin, occasionally chiming in with a comment.

At this moment, Fu Youcai hurriedly walked in.

"Xiang Dong, someone wants to see you!"

Li Xiangdong clapped his hands. "Your investigation has been discovered?"

Fu Youcai nodded shyly, "It's this person who wants to see you."

Li Xiangdong strolled out with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed. "Let's go, let's go meet the God of Wealth!"

Zhou Hongsong and Feng Yucai immediately dropped their playful expressions, grabbed the shovels from the corner of the room, and followed closely behind Li Xiangdong.

Outside the door.

Four fierce-looking, burly men stood with their arms crossed, heads held high, chests puffed out, nostrils pointing to the sky, their arm muscles strong and powerful, as if cast in iron.

Li Xiangdong looked at them curiously for a few moments. Where did they find such strong thugs?

Judging from this, they've practiced.

Behind the four burly men was a slender and upright figure, seemingly gazing at the distant, mist-shrouded mountain peaks.

Li Xiangdong felt inexplicably familiar with the figure from behind.

Could it be that he traveled all the way to eastern Zhejiang to hold a gathering of acquaintances?

"I heard you wanted to see me?"

The figure turned around, facing Li Xiangdong, a faint smile playing on their lips, "Long time no see—"

Li Xiangdong squinted, scrutinizing him for a long time before finally smiling, "It really has been a long time!"

Zhou Hongsong recognized him at a glance, "Pan Jixian? What are you doing here!"

Pan Jixian stepped out from behind the four burly men, holding a folding fan in his hand. He opened it and fanned himself a few times, displaying a rather dashing and romantic air.

Aren't you all here too?

Zhou Hongsong snorted coldly, "What do you want with Xiang Dong? Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say!"

Pan Jixian stretched out his hand, "Aren't you going to invite me inside to talk?"

Li Xiangdong didn't even blink. "No, let's talk here!"

Pan Jixian was much more shrewd than before. He wasn't offended and smiled, saying, "How many five-needle pine bonsai do you still have?"

Li Xiangdong sat on the small bamboo chair that Fu Youde had just moved over, crossed his legs, and said, "Well, that's a trade secret, so I can't say!"

Pan Jixian smiled faintly, his dark eyes fixed on Li Xiangdong, "How much more do you have? I'll take it all."

Li Xiangdong's eyes widened dramatically. "When did you become so rich?!"

Zhou Hongsong imitated the four burly men, sticking out his belly, crossing his arms, and speaking through his nose, "Such arrogance! Do you even know how many we have left?"

Pan Jixian's face was colder than ice. "You've already made enough money these days! As for the rest, I don't care how much it is, I'll give you 100,000 yuan."

This is an attempt to force a sale.

Fu Youde and Fu Youcai tensed up, picked up brick-sized stones from the roadside, and stood in front of Li Xiangdong.

Li Xiangdong stood up unhurriedly, "Ten thousand yuan might not be enough!"

Pan Ji ignored him and walked a few steps toward the bonsai garden, pointing with his hand, "Your remaining five-needle pines are probably all over there!"

"Tell me, if it all burns down, wouldn't you be left with nothing?"

Li Xiangdong seemed not to understand the meaning behind his words, and said with a smile, "The air here is humid, so it's not easy for a fire to start!"

Pan Ji waved his hand dismissively, "I've already said some nice things to you, but since you're so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Li Xiangdong shrugged. "What kind of relationship do we have? Is it the hatred of killing one's father? Or the hatred of wiping out one's entire family?"

Pan Jixian lowered his eyebrows and turned to leave.

Li Xiangdong watched him walk further and further away, then suddenly called out, "You're becoming more and more like Wang Shuli!"

Panji paused for a moment, then quickened his pace.

Zhou Hongsong wondered, "Pan Jixian used to look quite manly, so why does he look so effeminate this time?"

Her face was whiter, her skin was smoother, her waist was incredibly slender, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her hair was neatly combed.

Li Xiangdong smiled and said, "He's probably gone down the same path as Wang Shuli."

Zhou Hongsong was taken aback. "What? Really? Doesn't he dislike men?"

Li Xiangdong shook his head. Pan Jixian was a ruthless man. He had been pushed to that point. Who knew what he would have to pay to get back on his feet!

However, Li Xiangdong never expected that Pan Jixian was one of the masterminds behind this hype.