Chapter 94: Why Don’t You Take Off Your Shirt
“Sunken Wood (Trash): A piece of wood that has sunk to the bottom of the water.”
The System Prompt popped up the moment this dark, heavy wood was dragged ashore.
If Leah hadn’t been standing right beside him, Leon would have definitely taken the system to task over it.
Sunken wood, also known as ebony, carried both the elegance of wood and the charm of stone. It was formed when earthquakes, floods, or mudslides buried plants in ancient riverbeds or lowlands, with some trees getting trapped deep in the mud. Under conditions of low oxygen and high pressure, and with the work of bacteria and other microorganisms, it went through a carbonization process lasting tens of millions of years. It was often called a “plant fossil.”
In his previous life, the value of such sunken wood had been hyped to rival gold and jade. Now, seeing the system slap it with a “trash” classification… if any of those rich folks who’d spent a fortune decking out their homes with ebony furniture saw this, they’d probably dig up your family registry in outrage.
Still, if the system labeled it that way, Leon realized the wood might not be worth as much as he’d thought. He glanced at Leah’s eyes—glistening with the kind of longing reserved for priceless jewels—and said:
“It’s just a useless chunk of wood. If you like it, take it.”
“No way, it’s too valuable. Leon, you don’t know—this kind of sunken wood fetches a high price on the art market. With such perfect condition and such a large size, the minimum would be tens of thousands. It’s definitely not just a piece of scrap.”
Leah truly loved the wood, but if she took it under false pretenses, claiming it was worthless, she’d never be able to look Leon in the eye again.