Chapter 83 The Buyer of the Golden Goblet
Jiang Ling was fast asleep when she was woken up by a phone call.
"Miss Jiang, the golden wine vessel you left with me has found a buyer! Would it be convenient for you to come over now?"
Jiang Ling took it in a daze, and after carefully recognizing it, she realized it was Old Zhou's voice.
She quickly sat up. "Mr. Zhou? You've already found a buyer so quickly? I remember I just gave it to you yesterday."
"It's a long story. The buyer here said he's going on a long trip tomorrow. If Miss Jiang is free, please come directly so we can discuss it in detail."
Then, Mr. Zhou sent her an address.
Since that's the case, Jiang Ling couldn't delay any longer.
Get up, wash up, and change clothes.
The iron gate opened, and sunlight streamed in horizontally. I checked my phone; it was already five o'clock.
Old Zhou gave me an address for a place called Yunqi Mountain Villa. It takes about half an hour to get there by taxi.
As the car drove away from the city, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from high-rise buildings to lush green tree-lined roads, and finally turned into a quiet and private mountain road.
Finally, we stopped in front of a low-key yet imposing black wrought iron gate.
The taxi dropped her off and then left.
Without a doubt, Jiang Ling was turned away.
This resort is clearly a private and upscale place; this is the first time I've seen someone arrive by taxi.
A tall, uniformed young security guard, standing about 1.8 meters tall, glanced at Jiang Ling's attire with a scrutinizing look.
He wore a standard smile, but his tone was polite yet distant.
"Excuse me, miss, this is a private place and not open to the public. Do you have a reservation?"
Jiang Ling thought for a while before she remembered Old Zhou's name.
"Hello, Mr. Zhou Wenyuan invited me here."
"Zhou Wenyuan?" An Fang thought for a moment, and realized that such a gentleman had indeed gone in today.
"Okay, please wait a moment while I call to confirm."
Jiang Ling sat quietly in the security room for three minutes.
When the security guard reappeared, his smile was still standard, but his tone was noticeably more gentle.
"Miss Jiang, please come in!"
Looking at the wide road that stretched as far as the eye could see leading into the depths of the mountains, Jiang Ling regretted letting the taxi leave.
Who knew there was such a long road inside this mountain villa?
"Should I walk there myself?" It would be dark by the time she got there.
"Ms. Jiang, you may ride in our sightseeing bus."
He gave a few instructions over the walkie-talkie, and immediately a handsome young man drove a sightseeing vehicle and stopped in front of Jiang Ling.
The sightseeing bus drove along the meticulously manicured tree-lined avenue for a few minutes before stopping in front of a huge building that blends Chinese style with modern minimalism.
Yes, the scenery and air quality here are quite good.
Old Zhou was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing Jiang Ling, he immediately went to greet her.
“Miss Jiang, this way please. The buyer is the owner of this villa, surnamed Mo. Old Master Mo and his grandson are already inside.”
As Jiang Ling followed Old Zhou into the hall, she immediately felt a sense of understated luxury and tranquility.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies a meticulously designed courtyard landscape, bathed in the warm golden glow of the setting sun. A faint scent of sandalwood fills the air.
In the second-floor reception room, a sprightly old man dressed in a plain Tang suit sat in the main chair. His hair was gray, but his eyes were sharp yet gentle.
Standing next to him was a young man of about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. He was tall and straight, wearing a well-tailored dark suit. He had a calm and capable demeanor, and there was a subtle, almost imperceptible, scrutiny in his eyes.
On the rosewood tea table in front of Old Master Mo was her inlaid gold wine goblet with openwork design.
"Old Master Mo, Young Master Mo, this is the owner of the Golden Wine Vessel, Jiang Ling, Miss Jiang," Old Master Zhou introduced respectfully.
"Miss Jiang, please have a seat." Old Master Mo nodded slightly, his voice loud and clear, carrying the composure of someone who had long held a high position.
"I'm so sorry for the hasty invitation, Miss Jiang."
"It's alright, we'll naturally prioritize your time." After all, you're the ones who are paying for it.
Once everyone was seated, Old Zhou carefully took out the box containing the golden wine vessel, opened it, and placed it on the rosewood tea table.
When Jiang Ling opened the box, she was dumbfounded!
Inside lay an identical, gem-encrusted, openwork gold wine vessel!
Jiang Ling turned to look at the golden wine vessel already placed on the coffee table and asked, puzzled, "What's this?"
Old Master Zhou quickly explained, "Miss Jiang, please don't misunderstand. The one in the box is yours. The golden wine vessel on the table belongs to Old Master Mo."
Then, he slowly reached out and, with his gloved fingers, carefully took out the golden goblet.
Jiang Ling's gaze kept shifting between the two wine vessels. She quickly noticed the difference.
Hers is relatively new, while the Mo family's has more pronounced signs of age.
More importantly, the patterns and colors of the inlaid gemstones on the Mo family's wine bottle perfectly complemented and symmetrically matched the one Jiang Ling brought!
Grandpa Mo picked up his own wine vessel and placed it side by side with the one Jiang Ling had brought.
Under the golden glow of the setting sun, the two wine vessels shimmered and sparkled, their patterns perfectly aligned, and the luster of their gemstones echoing each other, as if they were a match made in heaven, separated for many years, and finally reunited at this moment!
They're a pair!
Of those present, only Jiang Ling was surprised; the others clearly already knew this fact.
"May I ask, Miss Jiang, where did you get this wine cup?"
Jiang Ling hesitated for a moment, "It was passed down from my ancestors."
His gaze turned eagerly to Jiang Ling: "Our Mo family lineage has been passed down through generations and preserved to this day. Miss Jiang, may I ask where your parents are now? May I be so bold as to pay them a visit? The reunion of these two cups is of great significance; perhaps... our two families truly share a deep connection from our ancestors!"
Jiang Ling's heart sank at the mention of her parents.
“Mr. Mo, I’m sorry. My father passed away in an accident not long ago. My parents separated when I was very young, and my mother doesn’t live with me now.”
The excitement on Old Master Mo's face froze instantly, turning into deep regret and pity. "This... is such a pity."
He knew that to find out the true origin of this wine vessel, he would have to ask his father.
Just then, Mo Chen, who had been silently observing, suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of confirmation:
"Your name is Jiang Ling? Are you... from the Jiang family that had the explosion a while ago?"
Jiang Ling's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. She readily admitted, "Yes. It's the Jiang family's fireworks factory."
Grandpa Mo had obviously heard about this sensational accident, and his face showed even more regret as he sighed, "So that's how it is... What a bolt from the blue!"
Jiang Ling's voice suddenly rose, "My father was an upright man who valued the safety and quality of the fireworks factory above all else! That explosion... was definitely not an accident caused by his mismanagement! I am doing everything I can to investigate this matter, and I must find out the real cause and clear my father's name!"
Her voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet, luxurious living room.
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