Chapter 78: It Cannot Be Simply Sold! You’ve Never Seen Anything Like This!

In no time, the entire bedroom was filled with the enticing fragrance of ambergris. Only after experiencing it did he truly understand its magic—and why those top-tier tycoons would willingly spend a fortune on it. Think about it: these elite moguls run companies, facing daily battles in the business world, market competition, complex corporate relationships... all of which drain their energy. Especially when it comes to major strategic decisions, the pressure must be immense. If they could light a stick of this rare ambergris incense, they'd find their stress eased, their minds calmed, and their focus sharpened. Just imagine the value of such a thing.

The next morning, the Atlantis map refreshed, and Chu Lin got up to bring the newly generated prawns, oysters, and blue-ringed jellyfish out of the game. Afterward, he also took out three pounds of Atlantis ambergris—this was the amount he intended to sell. Ambergris of this caliber isn't something even the wealthiest can buy on a whim; as soon as it appears, it’s snatched up instantly. So, with him holding such a treasure, it wasn’t up to him to chase after buyers—buyers would be eager to chase after him.

All he had to do was let Huang Bin spread the news that he had the goods, and those who wanted this ambergris would come to him. Three pounds—1,500 grams—was worth a cool 7.5 million. If possible, he didn’t plan to sell it all to a single customer; he could spread it out among several. For such a luxury, once you've identified your target clientele, there’s no worry it won’t sell. After they’ve tried it, they’ll seek you out themselves, and any remaining stock could be sold with the added value of personal favor.

Besides, three pounds was plenty. Used in incense-making, and preserving its effect, it could yield six pounds without issue. At 0.5 grams per use, two grams a day would last a single person 1,500 days. Once he had his target clients, the rest could be handled as needed, doling it out occasionally to curry favor.

Before long, Chu Lin received a call from Huang Bin, setting an appointment for the afternoon. Huang Bin would bring Liu Yan, and Ms. Yan would have the villa’s design blueprints in hand.

“All right, see you in the afternoon. I’ll need your help finding some clients too,” Chu Lin said before hanging up.

“Another business referral? Leave it to me—I’ll take care of it,” Huang Bin promised cheerfully.

At noon, after lunch, Chu Lin instructed Liu Fa to buy some fruit and a juicer. After all, with the beach chairs and umbrellas all set up, lounging with a glass of juice sounded perfect. Then he called Li Qian, planning to pick her up. After the call, she sent him her location, and he drove out from the fish farm.

When he arrived, Chu Lin was surprised. It was a large coffee shop whose sign had already been taken down, complete with a second floor. But now, the place was empty except for Li Qian, dressed in an apron, cleaning the bar.

“Chu Lin!” She came over happily, wrapping herself around his arm, a note of pride in her voice. “I quit my job at the dealership, and my cousin and I took over this coffee shop. The previous owner was clueless—opening a café on this street, with no customer base, hardly any hipsters around. So my cousin and I decided to turn it into a shop for milk tea and fruit drinks. We’ll be open in a few days.”

Chu Lin eyed the spacious interior, then glanced at the beaming Li Qian. He very much wanted to say, “You sisters aren’t any smarter.” These days, milk tea shops tend to favor small spaces to cut costs. Unless the place becomes an overnight sensation, it’s bound to struggle, if not outright lose money.

But he had no intention of dampening her spirits. Instead, he squeezed her waist and praised, “Great eye—this is a really nice spot.”

Yes, the shop was nice—that was the truth. As for whether Li Qian would make or lose money, he didn’t care; he had no need for her to earn anything, only for her company.

Li Qian blushed at his boldness and pinched him. “Wait outside for me. I’ll go change in the upstairs office and tell my cousin I’m leaving!”

With that, she bounded up to the second floor. Today, she was about to sneak into Chu Lin’s girlfriend’s house, and the thought made her a little giddy. Was she a bad girl, looking forward so eagerly to this?

Chu Lin smiled and stepped out. Mainly, he didn’t want to run into Li Siyu—his first love.

Soon, Li Qian came out carrying a small bag, now dressed in a blue strapless dress of the pure-and-alluring variety. The design perfectly showcased her best features. Chu Lin had to admit, the moment she appeared, she held his gaze captive. And not just his—every man on the street couldn’t help but look her way.

In the midst of those admiring glances, Li Qian sweetly clung to Chu Lin’s arm, the picture of a demure, affectionate lover. Chu Lin could feel the envious stares of the men around him, and it made him chuckle.

This girl knew how to dress, how to show off her figure, how to balance innocence with allure—and she was obedient and sensible. Truly, she was a delight to take out.

“Let’s go,” Chu Lin said, withdrawing his hand from hers only to wrap his arm firmly around her waist, as if to announce his claim.

Once they got in the car, Chu Lin drove her back to the fish farm. Not long after, Huang Bin arrived with Liu Yan. This time, Huang Bin had his arm boldly around her waist. Ms. Yan’s mature charm was as captivating as ever. Who knows whether she’d gathered enough evidence of her husband’s infidelity to divorce him by now? Otherwise, carrying on with Huang Bin like this was hardly sustainable. After all, a legal certificate provided both legal and moral standing.

But then again, Chu Lin wasn’t one to judge. After all, he’d slept with Li Siyu, his first love, after a night of drinking—and she hadn’t divorced either. That, too, was a breach of morality.

He wanted to argue that it had been a special circumstance, an outpouring of years of frustration, a kind of vengeance for his wounded heart. Still, wrong was wrong, and it was why he now avoided Li Siyu.

Chu Lin shook off these thoughts and invited Huang Bin and Liu Yan to sit.

“Mr. Chu, your rental houses have all been demolished, and the foundation materials have arrived. I’ve brought the villa design today. If you’re satisfied, our company can start work right away,” Liu Yan said, opening her laptop to show him the plans.

It was a modern villa with traditional Chinese elements.

“Ms. Yan, send me the plans. I’ll forward them to my uncle and the family for their thoughts,” Chu Lin replied. He didn’t have many requirements for the ancestral home’s design—his relatives’ satisfaction was all that mattered.

“Of course,” Liu Yan said with a smile. She’d always admired how much her boyfriend’s friend cared for his family.

Chu Lin received the blueprints and was surprised when he saw Liu Yan’s profile name: “Divorced Woman.” So, she had completed the divorce? Yet her profile picture was an intimate photo of her and Huang Bin. That was... interesting.

Suppressing his curiosity, Chu Lin created a group chat with his uncle, aunt, eldest sister, and younger sister, and tagged everyone: “Here are the plans for the ancestral villa. Take a look—if you’re happy with it, we’ll proceed.”

The chat immediately burst into activity, with his younger sister the first to chime in. Before long, his uncle, eldest sister, and the others all expressed their approval.

Chu Lin turned to Liu Yan. “Ms. Yan, we’ll go with this design. My uncle and the family like it.”

“Very well, Mr. Chu!” Liu Yan replied with a bright smile.

With the official business settled, Huang Bin spoke up. “Now that we’ve wrapped things up, how about a swim?”

“Let’s go! I’ve set up a changing room—just get changed there,” Chu Lin said, glancing at Li Qian’s small bag, which clearly contained a bikini, then leading the way.

Li Qian quickly took his hand, a bit nervous now that they were heading deeper into the property—worried that Chu Lin’s girlfriend might return unexpectedly.

As they approached the bay, Huang Bin spoke with a mysterious air, “Ms. Yan, Qian, let me tell you—Chu Lin’s seawater here is clearer than you can possibly imagine. I guarantee you’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Come on, Huang Bin, you’re exaggerating,” Liu Yan shook her head. She’d visited some of the world’s clearest beaches—he made it sound as if she’d never seen the world.

Li Qian felt the same; after all, this was Min City, and she knew what the local seawater was usually like. How clear could it really be?

Chu Lin, on the other hand, teased, “Just wait—you might be the one most surprised!”

“Please, I’ve seen it all,” Huang Bin scoffed.

But moments later, his startled exclamation rang out. “Holy—look at this water!”