The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1764

Droitner Inc. was deeply in need of an actual enterprise to solidify their foothold in order for them to continue their shady dealings.

They had certainly thrived with their trades—in which they had always sneaked in some precious item.

Indeed, this exhibition was where Huub would show the foreign businesspeople various items. Should they express interest, Droitner Inc. would procure them before reselling them abroad, thereby earning a huge commission.

And now, Huub was smiling fawningly as he spoke to a blond, middle-aged businessman. "What do you think, Mr. Schneider? This vase from the middle ages is of the finest quality that Droitner Inc. has ever seen!"

The pudgy Mr. Schneider studied the vase for a long while before shaking his head and sighing.

He turned to say something to his beautiful translator, who nodded and turned to tell Huub, "Mr. Schneider is saying that the vase looks like a replica, and he's skeptical about the date."

"Hehehe…"

Huub chuckled, seemingly not surprised by the response. "Surely you can trust Magister Boran even if you don't trust me? Magister Boran himself appraised it—there's no way it's a fake."

"Mr. Boran?!"

Mr. Schneider did a double take as he blurted the name, clearly having heard of the name.

"Yes." Huub kept smiling. "In fact, we've invited him to appraise every item in this exhibition. I'm sure everyone would be confident with his vouching?"

Hearing Magister Boran's name, the foreign businesspeople who were whispering among each other all nodded.

Mr. Schneider then began, "What about the price…"

The foreign businesspeople conferred among themselves once again before nodding at Huub and said in crude Draconian, "Deal."

"Hahaha! Deal!"

Huub laughed out loud, feeling buoyed just then.

Still, one of the foreign businesspeople strode up to Huub just as he shook hands with Mr. Schneider.

He could speak Draconian, albeit with a slight stutter, but he was mostly understandable. "Mr. Droitner, you've mentioned a great treasure—an herb—that would be presented later. May I ask if it's ready?"

The mention of the herb left Huub taken aback, but his grin soon broadened. "Oh, you mean the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom? Don't worry—that's our piece de resistance, but the price is…"