After Hibernating for 10,000 Years, I Was Exposed on Television - Chapter 17
Chapter 17: The Stone Hammer, an Old Monster Who Had Lived for More Than 200 Years
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Smith’s words were like a hydrogen bomb being thrown into the live broadcast room.
“1,000-year-old agarwood?”
“Even a small piece of wood is rare? And what is this? One, two, three… six… the beds are all 1,000-year-old agarwood…”
“Isn’t this too exaggerated? Is the program team trying to trick us?”
It was not the audience’s fault; it was just that this whole situation felt too exaggerated.
Even the few celebrities present like Little Rob and Master Bei were all stunned on the spot.
If a bed like this was called a broken bed, then how could there still be a good bed in the world?
“How much is this thing per gram? What’s the market price?” asked Master Morey. He felt like his mouth was a little dry. He was like a newbie who had just entered the appraisal world.
“20,000? 30,000 for one gram?”
Everyone felt like they were watching a national treasure auction.
“No matter how much it costs, let’s just eat a melon first. You look like you can afford a few grams.”
“Sigh, poor melon eaters.”
But in the next moment, the somewhat numb melon eaters were still in shock. This was because Smith had given them a clear market price.
“If the price is right, it would be about 250,000 per gram.”
Even though they already knew that the value of the bed could be worth more than 20 billion, they were still speechless after hearing Smith confirm the price.
Everyone was speechless.
What kind of concept was this?
The value of the room with the six beds was equivalent to half of the personal assets of the richest man in M Nation.
“Oh my God, this is a hidden boss. Even if he doesn’t have any money in his account, just the value of the paintings, the basketball pillar, the blue and white porcelain tea sets, and the six agarwood beds together, wouldn’t his things easily exceed the personal assets of Bill Gates?”
“No wonder some people say that the richest man in the world nowadays is just on the surface. It turns out that there are rich people that we just don’t know about. Their wealth can actually surpass the current richest man.”
“Isn’t that too exaggerated?”
“I dare to conclude that if we were to sell such an agarwood bed, it would be bought at any moment. Didn’t you guys hear about it just now? This thing has the effect of prolonging life.”
“If that’s the case, then I believe that Senior Lynn’s dunk was definitely real just now.”
“Pinch me quickly, I want to see if I’m dreaming.”
“I can’t, I can’t. The flax fell, I want to go again.”
Then, another string of addresses was sent on the main screen.
After hanging up the video call, Morey hurriedly ran to the door.
“Master Morey, what are you doing?” asked Kaki hurriedly.
“I just scraped off a little bit of the wood powder, I have to tell Senior Lynn.”
Kaki and Little Rob were stunned.
They did not dare to imagine what would happen if they moved all the beds outside without Master Morey.
What big director?
What big star?
Even if they sell their underwear, they would not be able to afford such a bed.
“Director, are we still going to live here?” asked Master Bei nervously.
At that moment, the door creaked open.
Jaime was in front whilst Megan was holding onto Lynn’s arm. They then walked in.
Did Lynn actually need to be held?
Was he only 200 years old?
He had seen Buddha, God, and even the dinosaurs. He had even been to other planets.
As an old monster who had lived for countless years, did he need to be held by others?
However, after looking at his arm, the touch that came from time to time made his old heart waver, so he was reluctant.
Kaki took the lead to greet Lynn, “Senior, you’re here.”
Everyone made a gap for him.
Lynn pulled over a yellow pear chair and sat down.
“Don’t worry, just stay here. The bed isn’t worth much,” said Lynn.
He continued, “It’s only about 20 billion, what’s the big deal? You’re guests.”
Everyone was speechless.
Kaki looked at his phone. He then said in a low voice, “In the live broadcast room, a merchant has offered a high price to buy Senior Lynn’s bed.”
Lynn frowned and said, “Isn’t it just a few broken beds? Someone actually offered a high price? Sigh, it’ll take some time to adapt to this modern world. They’re all rich. Do they have nowhere else to spend their money? They actually want to buy a broken bed at a high price?”
After listening to Lynn’s comments, the live broadcast room exploded.
“Who cares about this lousy bed? Isn’t it too extravagant?”
“The world of the rich really doesn’t understand.”
“It’s possible that the old man doesn’t know the value of the beds.”
“Yeah, it’s really possible. The old man has lived for too long. Living in such a remote town, such a thing might have been nothing a hundred years ago.”
“Quick, quick, quick, tell the old man the price of the bed.”
“Why are you so bad? What if you scare the old man out of his heart disease and he dies?”
Kaki said carefully, “Senior Lynn, don’t look down on the bed. The value of the bed is not something an ordinary person can afford to sleep on.”
“Well, is that so?”
Lynn was a little surprised.
“I’ve slept on this bed for a few years, but I don’t feel anything special about it.”
The audience in the live broadcast room suddenly understood.
Meanwhile, the rich people in the live broadcast room were in an uproar.
“Ah, so it’s true. The secret of old people’s longevity is indeed related to these agarwood beds. No matter how much money you spend, you can’t buy youth. It’s worth it no matter what.”
“I’ll give you 30 billion.”
“I’ll give you 40 billion. My wife doesn’t want me anymore. I want to prolong my youth.”
In the live broadcast room, an account with the username called Buffy said, “Youth is not something that can be measured with money. If I had to do it all over again, I’d rather throw away all my assets and live again.”
“I’ll give you 80 billion…”
“I…”
“Can you all not make a fuss? Can you give me a change of 80 billion? I don’t think you can even afford the bedsheets. You’re making a fuss here.”
After looking at the numbers on the big screen, Kaki felt like his eyes were playing tricks on him.
This was not just 800 dollars.
This was 80 billion dollars and someone really did offer it.
He took a closer look at the social media account with the username, Buffy. He was shocked as he mumbled, “It’s him… The Legend of Wall Street.”
Little Rob rolled his eyes and thought to himself, “He slept on this bed for a few years. Could it be that the old man is not the real owner of this house?”
He smiled and asked, “Senior, how many years have you slept on this bed? Could it be that you know the owner of the house?”
He was only probing.
However, Lynn became angry and replied, “What do you mean by know the owner of this house? I am the owner of this house. I was just not around a few years ago.”
“This…”
“Awesome, awesome. Is he really the original owner of this house? Doesn’t that mean that this old man is a true hero during the Civil War?”
“How can the word ‘hero’ be used to mean ‘awesome’? You know Arnold, right? He’s the old man’s servant.”
A newcomer entered the live broadcast room and asked in surprise, “God, what? Arnold’s owner? I’ve heard of him before. Is it this old man? That’s too awesome.”
“It’s been more than 200 years. How long has the old man lived?”
Little Rob did not expect such a result from his one question.
From the beginning, Little Rob thought that humans could not live for more than 200 years. He really thought that the old man was a descendant of the real owner of the house.
At that moment, the people in the live broadcast room went crazy once again.
