Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2064

Although Tritus had succeeded in scamming Matthew, he couldn't help but feel as though he had lost.

The instant he realized that his offer was too low, he silently gestured to Mr. Wadley, who was beside him, with his eyes.

Mr. Wadley understood what he meant. Thus, he said to Matthew, "Alright, Mr. Larson, pay by card it is. However, The Whimsical Antiquities Emporium adopts a membership system for its payment. Therefore, you will need to apply for a membership card if you want to purchase these items."

Matthew didn't mind at all, for his primary purpose was to get this original artwork by Sir Micah.

"Sure, but can you please make one for me now? I'm in a hurry."

Since Albert was still waiting for him outside, Matthew certainly didn't want to waste any more time in this store now that he had chosen the gifts.

"Right away, Mr. Larson. Our members need to pay a credit deposit of..."

Initially, Mr. Wadley wanted to ask for 15 thousand.

Nevertheless, when Tritus shot him a reassuring look to go big, he demanded, "150 thousand. A deposit of 150 thousand is required."

"Sure, no problem. Just deduct it from the card."

Matthew didn't hesitate even the slightest.

Of course, he had noticed the two-person comedy show between Tritus and Mr. Wadley. He knew that they were playing him for a fool, but that didn't matter; he could afford to pay.

For Matthew, forget 150 thousand; he would agree without hesitation even if it cost him 1.5 billion or even more, as long as he could have this painting.

Regardless, to prevent Tritus from coming up with dirty tricks again, Matthew added, "Since it costs a large sum of money to become the store's member, we should sign a contract for it. We need to clearly state that there will be no retrieval of the items I purchase from the store for any reason once the transaction is completed. If you wish to retrieve them, the other party can only redeem the items with an offer three times the market price."

As soon as these words escaped Matthew's lips, Tritus forced himself to suppress a derisive snigger. I would have burst out laughing if it wasn't for the fact that the subject of the matter was right in front of me. Does this idiot really think this Two Swallows in a Spring Pond is an original artwork? Three times the market price? For a painting from a roadside stand that's worth 80 dollars, and two sets of antiques worth only 30 thousand, the total cost will still be less than 90 thousand even if it's tripled. But, of course, none of that matters at the end of the day. The issue here is what sort of fool would ever think of redeeming this pile of garbage?

Tritus let out a burst of unrestrained and frank laughter as he thought of that. "Sure. Customers come first. It's just a contract, anyway. We'll sign it. We always aim to please our customers, after all." After he said that, he almost couldn't hold himself from bursting into raucous laughter. The feeling of revenge is simply too wonderful!

Meanwhile, just as Mr. Wadley was preparing the contract, a gray-haired old man was seen outside the building of The Whimsical Antiquities Emporium. He was currently leisurely making his way toward the building.

As soon as Albert saw this old man, he immediately stepped out of the car. "Old Master Bane, why did you come out by yourself?"

The old man was none other than Old Mr. Bane.

Old Mr. Bane waved off his concern with a dismissive gesture and replied calmly, "Didn't you say that Matthew insisted on coming to this antiquities piazza to get me some gifts? It just so happens that I haven't been out for a while, so I'm here to check if there are any new collections."

Old Mr. Bane's daily life was mostly routine by now. In addition to practicing some mixed martial arts and drinking tea, antiquing was one of the few hobbies he particularly enjoyed. He especially cherished ancient paintings.

"Wait for me here. I'll go in and browse by myself."

As he spoke, Old Mr. Bane strolled into The Whimsical Antiquities Emporium.

Several shop assistants instantly turned pale with shock as soon as Old Mr. Bane entered through the entrance.

These panic-stricken staff hurriedly stepped forward to greet Old Mr. Bane.

They stood up straight and lined up in two orderly lines.

"Welcome, Old Master Bane."

Old Mr. Bane didn't react when he saw such a scene. Instead, he intoned calmly, "Didn't I tell you that it's unnecessary to greet me in such a manner? Forget it. None of you listen to what I say. Continue with what you're doing. I'm just taking a brief stroll."

Although he acted familiarly with them, he only visited The Whimsical Antiquities Emporium once or twice a year.

Even so, these shop assistants didn't dare to act in a presumptuous manner. After all, Old Mr. Bane was a prominent figure at the top of the pyramid in Bainbridge. Therefore, their etiquette should be error-free when serving Old Mr. Bane.

Yet, Old Mr. Bane had already ambled up to the third floor with his hands behind his back after everyone straightened their posture from their humble bows earlier.