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"Hello there." Reko hurriedly introduced himself, lowering his posture, after all, these were all Mr. Jin's street corner crew.

"Boss, don't worry, we will definitely take care of it." The Beggar Gang Disciples promised eagerly.

After handling company affairs, Boss Pike greeted the General Sect Leader and then chose to leave.

Allen Zhang also entrusted Reko with the matters here and drove away from the suburbs.

On the way back to the city, he received an anonymous call, which under the terminator 2.0's tag, turned out to be from an overseas island.

Allen Zhang glanced at the map, isn't this the one? It was precisely the private island of the collector Madison.

He casually answered the call.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Mr. Jin?" A magnetic female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It is, and you are?" Allen Zhang asked with curiosity.

"Hello Mr. Jin, I am Mr. Madison's personal housekeeper and lifestyle assistant. I believe you might have heard of Mr. Madison. We heard that you recently acquired a Spanish pirate Horn Coin at the Whale Auction in Los Angeles, is that correct?" The female assistant asked in a sugary sweet voice.

The sweetness was truly numbing to the senses.

Classic choice of the wealthy.

"That's right," Allen Zhang replied.

"Mr. Zhang, it so happens that Mr. Madison himself is very interested in such collectibles, and I was wondering if you had any intentions of selling it?" The female assistant cut straight to the point.

Allen Zhang hadn't expected to be contacted by the other party without initiating contact himself, still pondering how to market the collectible when they approached him with buying interest.

"I'd like to ask, how did you get my contact information?" inquired Allen Zhang.

"That was easy; we've been in contact with the chairpersons of several Los Angeles auction houses for some time, with whom we are quite familiar. We learned from them that the Horn Coin had been auctioned off, and we requested your private number. Sorry to disturb you so abruptly," the female assistant politely stated.

They also learned about the General Sect Leader's identity and background from the chairman of the Whale Auction; a bona fide billionaire who wasn't short on cash. In reality, they weren't sure if they could buy the coin, but they could only try to communicate.

"I see."

Allen Zhang hesitated for a moment, feigning difficulty: "Although this Spanish coin isn't worth much, I like it quite a lot. It suits my taste."

"Mr. Jin, Mr. Madison has already gathered 12 Horn Coins, only missing the last few Spanish coins. He doesn't have many hobbies in life, only antique and collectible pursuits. If you're willing to part with it, Mr. Madison is willing to pay a high price," said the female assistant.

"Forget about a high price. I respect Mr. Madison very much, and if you really want it, I would consider selling the Horn Coin at the original price to Mr. Madison, as a way to make a friend," Allen Zhang replied.

"That would be wonderful, Mr. Jin, we are very grateful for your generosity! Mr. Madison is currently undergoing one-to-one treatment and diagnosis with his private doctor, and it's inconvenient for him to communicate with you directly. We apologize for any inconvenience, but he has expressly stated that he would like to invite you to visit his private island. Do you have any availability?" the female assistant said cheerfully.

"I have many personal matters to attend to today, let's exchange contact details. I'll let you know when I'm available," said Allen Zhang.

"Please send Mr. Madison my regards and wish him good health."

Although he's already a man in his sixties or seventies, privately, he's not lacking ways to prolong his lifespan, probably living to a hundred wouldn't be a problem.

"I will, goodbye, sir." After hanging up the phone, the female assistant sent a text message. Allen Zhang added a social media contact.

She quickly followed up with a formal greeting, which Allen Zhang glanced at before ignoring it.

But unexpectedly, the female assistant then sent a private id.

Allen Zhang tried to check it out, boy oh boy, all sorts of enticing benefit photos!

Assistant: Sir, this is my private id. 🙂

It was clear she was eager to engage in further communication with the General Sect Leader, not hiding it in the slightest.

The General Sect Leader had to criticize you for a moment, using your position for personal gain?

Isn't Mr. Madison, as one big boss, enough? Still thinking about developing new prospects offline?

He decisively liked her benefit photos.