Ye Yun carefully examined the $2.3 million watch after taking it out of the box.
The case was handcrafted from artificial white gold, engraved with intricate Arabic patterns. The level of detail and precision was extraordinary. Just the engraving on the case alone required over a hundred hours of labor. A single tiny mistake during the process would ruin the entire casing.
The dial was entirely blue and featured a perpetual calendar, crafted using the highly refined techniques of cloisonné and champlevé enamel—both considered pinnacle skills in watchmaking.
Although Patek Philippe employed 180 master watchmakers, only one of them was capable of making this particular watch.
This made mass production of the Celestial Tourbillon impossible—at most, only two units could be crafted per year. Since its release, it had become a legend among watches, admired by horology enthusiasts worldwide.
This watch, opulent and dazzling, felt as though it breathed life into mechanical artistry. It was revered as the ultimate dream by collectors and aficionados alike.
Yet despite its global acclaim, to purchase this timepiece, a buyer had to meet one of three stringent conditions:
1.Be the owner of a world-renowned luxury watch dealership.
2.Possess assets exceeding one hundred million dollars.
3.Be a VIP client with a history of purchasing Patek Philippe watches.
Any of these three conditions alone was enough to disqualify 99% of potential buyers worldwide.
That was one of the main reasons why Jess had initially refused to request the watch from headquarters.
"Mr. Ye, you may try it on," said Thierry, the President of Patek Philippe, having seen the amazement and admiration in Ye Yun's eyes. He felt proud—this series of watches was like his own child. Every piece involved his personal oversight.
To see it appreciated by a customer of Ye Yun's caliber was the highest compliment.
Ye Yun slipped the watch onto his wrist. It didn't quite match his outfit, but it still looked perfectly appropriate.
Alya added in a timely tone, "Young Master, this watch suits your temperament—very fitting."
"Really? Then I'll take it. No need to take it off. Just charge my card," Ye Yun replied casually, rubbing his chin as he handed over his Black Card. Then he turned to Alya and said, "From now on, just call me Young Master. 'Boss' sounds weird."
Alya paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Thierry, upon receiving the Nine-Star Black Card, blinked slightly. He had never seen a card like this before. Its intricate engraving was as exquisite as the craftsmanship of their watches—it radiated opulence.
With a bit of curiosity, he completed the transaction and then respectfully returned the card to Ye Yun.
But Ye Yun didn't leave immediately. He turned to Thierry and said, "Mr. Thierry, this watch is indeed amazing—but I think it has one flaw."
"A flaw?" Thierry immediately tensed up. The Celestial Tourbillon was known as the most perfect mechanical timepiece, a miracle that gave life to gears and springs. No one had ever pointed out a flaw before.
"Please, Mr. Ye, tell me what the flaw is. We will do everything we can to improve it."
Ye Yun raised an eyebrow and smiled. "No need to change anything. I just think… it's not unique enough. One day, when I have the time, I'd like to commission a custom watch from your company. If the Patek Philippe logo could be replaced with my artistic signature, that would be ideal."
Having his own signature on a watch like this? That was the ultimate statement.
Thierry's eye twitched at the suggestion. He forced a smile and replied, "A custom piece is certainly possible. However, replacing the logo is not. I'm sorry."
The PATEK PHILIPPE logo was their legacy—it couldn't be altered for any amount of money. Doing so would be tarnishing their brand.
"I see… then forget it," Ye Yun said with a tinge of disappointment, though the thought sparked a bold new idea in his mind.
"When I'm rich enough, I'll just buy the whole Patek Philippe and have them make watches exclusively for me!"
Buying Patek Philippe—that was a wildly audacious idea.
Of course, he wouldn't say something like that out loud, or Thierry might not be so friendly anymore.
After being personally escorted out of the Global World Trade Center by Thierry himself, Ye Yun and Alya returned to the Burj Al Arab Hotel.
They had spent the entire afternoon shopping, and by the time they got back, it was already dark.
He had just dropped several million dollars in one afternoon—all through the credit limit of his Nine-Star Black Card. Compared to the card's billion-dollar limit, a few million was hardly worth mentioning.
Still, the fact that he had to rely on credit showed that Ye Yun didn't have that much liquid cash. His personal savings amounted to only a few million dollars—for now, he considered himself poor.
"I really need to find a way to make money faster," Ye Yun muttered to himself, standing in the presidential suite with a glass of vodka in hand, gazing at the glittering night view of Dubai through the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
Although the Rose Estate winery had started to gain traction, the income was still too slow. That meant his system tasks were also progressing too slowly, not keeping up with his plans or spending pace.
The main problem was the production volume. If he could significantly boost output, the profits from the winery would skyrocket.
"In that case, I'll have to expand the winery when I get back. Convert all the land currently used for coffee and other crops to vineyards. Focus entirely on brewing Rose Red Wine!"
Once he made up his mind, Ye Yun knew the winery's output could easily multiply fivefold.
Although giving up the coffee plantation and other crops felt like a pity, the profits from Rose Red Wine made that sacrifice negligible.
At this point, Rose Red Wine had gained global market recognition. Its unique flavor was rapidly becoming a favorite among wine lovers.
Demand far outpaced supply. The fact that someone like Murray Brown, a world-renowned wine critic, had come in person just to ask for a taste said it all.
Just as Ye Yun was deep in thought, his phone suddenly rang.
When he picked it up, he saw it was a call from Sebas, the butler.
"What's up, Sebas? Calling me this late?" Ye Yun asked casually, taking a sip of vodka.
"I'm very sorry to disturb you at this hour, Young Master. But I have something urgent to report…" Sebas said, sounding quite anxious. "The Rose Red Wine from our estate has been recommended by several top sommeliers, including Murray Brown. It's now officially selected for the International Wine Review Competition!"
"What?!" Ye Yun immediately spat out his vodka in shock, completely stunned.
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