Chapter 45: The Old Woman’s Gift of Thanks

Maren shouted out loud in excitement as he looked at the stone in his hand, which had opened up emerald and was the top-quality kind.

Lillian looked at Allen in surprise, while Allen still had that same calm smile as if he had known this was the outcome.

Maki looked at the stone in Maren's hand with a shocked look as he walked up and snatched the raw stone out of Maren's hand.

"How can this be? I can't believe there is an emerald! What kind of luck is this for you." Maki looked at Allen in shock.

"Is this stone valuable?" Lillian looked at Allen curiously.

Allen shrugged; he wasn't sure, but Maren answered the question.

"If this kind of top-grade jade is made into jewelry, it's worth at least a few million dollars, and if a top art master creates it, it can even be sold for ten million dollars," Maren explained with some excitement after he finished speaking, he looked at Allen with a sly grudge.

Even though they were selling stones, the fact that they had skyrocketed hundreds of times still made him feel heartbroken.

Lillian covered her mouth in shock. She didn't realize the stone was worth so much.

"Hey, this gentleman, we're going to renege on our debt, so please put down the rock in your hand!" Jerome walked over and pointed at the Rock in Maki's hand.

Allen frowned and was about to say something, but Jerome gave him a look.

"Maren, take Ms. Lillian and familiarize her with her new job. I have something to discuss," Jerome said to Maren.

"Yes, young master." Maren pulled on Lillian's arm, signaling her to leave first.

Lillian looked worriedly at Allen, worried that Jerome was angry, but Allen signaled with her eyes that she was okay.

When Lillian and Maren left, Maki rolled his eyes, hid the raw emerald stone behind his back, and said, "Jerome, you bastard, you haven't paid back the twenty million dollars you borrowed from me before. Don't even think about snatching this stone away!"

Allen realized now that Jerome and Maggie knew each other.

Jerome introduced Allen, "Maki is also considered a friend of mine. We occasionally play a few hands at the gambling table, but this guy's favorite is gambling on stones. He has connections in Burma and can get a lot of nice stones."

Jerome again introduced Marci, "This is my brother Allen, the gambling expert I told you about! You should have seen how good he is by now, right?"

Maki shook his head, "A stone can only mean he was lucky at best. It doesn't mean anything."

Jerome raised an eyebrow as he looked at Allen and said, "Allen, open up a few more rocks so this guy can get a good look."

Allen shrugged and picked out a few rocks from the pile.

This time, Maki cut it himself, and there were five pieces in a row, all of which opened up emeralds.

"My God, are you the ancient Greek god in charge of emeralds?" Maggie looked at Allen in shock.

Even Jerome didn't expect Allen to be this good.

As if he had seen some treasure, Maki took Allen's hand, stared at him with glowing eyes, and said, "Allen, I apologize to you for being rude before. Would you like to work for me?"

"Hey! You asshole! Let go of him! He's a shareholder in my company now!" Jerome rushed up and pushed Maki out of the way.

Maki shrugged, not caring. "I'm just giving him a part-time job, Allen. If you're interested, call me, and I'll take you to Burma!"

Marci slipped a business card into Allen's hand.

"I'll take these stones with me, and by the way, don't forget to return my twenty million dollars! I have to go beforehand." Maki hugged the stones and happily left the jewelry company.

"What a greedy guy!" Jerome cursed in exasperation as he looked at March's back.

Allen and Jerome chatted, stopped by Lillian's future office, and finally returned home with Lillian.

Just after arriving home, Allen received a phone call, which turned out to be from the museum’s director from last time.

"Mr. Allen, the last time you caught a thief and helped Mrs. Carol recover the stolen statue, she gave you a gift as a thank you. Would you like to come and see it?" Lancelot asked.

"Okay, I'll be right over." Allen immediately left the house and headed towards the museum.

"The one from Mrs. Carol is supposed to be an antique as well, but it has a pattern I’ve never seen before." Lancelot handed Allen a wooden box with some regret.

Allen took the wooden box and opened it, and his heart immediately beat violently.

Inside the wooden box lay a double-bladed dagger silently, covered in rust. Only Allen could see a rich golden glow wrapped around the dagger, with strands of red interspersed with the golden light.

Allen's eyes created a state of hunger and thirst, and those eyes immediately absorbed the light from the dagger. At the same time, Allen entered the long river of history.