Chapter 565 The Star-Plucker (Thirty-Two)

Shen Fanxing and her assistant went shopping for two more days. They went to the suburbs and found an old craftsman who made glass to make a pair of yellow glass Pixiu.

When making it, the old craftsman was instructed that the Pixiu's mouth must be big, its head must be tilted back, and there must be a small Pixiu under its belly.

The assistant was very curious and asked Shen Fanxing when they got back to the car, "Sister, these things are available in the market, why did you come all the way here to have them made?"

Shen Fanxing waved her hand: "It's different. In the market, they are all mass-produced, carved from the same mold, and they have lost their spirit. This one is handmade by an old craftsman, so it has a spirit."

The assistant muttered under her breath, "No wonder the lucky charm bracelet I bought on the overpass didn't work."

Shen Fanxing smiled and told the driver, "To Panjiayuan."

The assistant exclaimed in surprise, "Sis, aren't you tired? Why are you still going shopping? By the time we get there, it'll almost be time to leave work."

Shen Fanxing laughed: "It's precisely because it's almost time to get off work that it's easier to snag a bargain."

As the car drove back into the city, the driver suddenly muttered, "That's strange, that car behind us was right behind us this morning."

Shen Fanxing turned around and looked, but she couldn't see anything from her position: "What kind of car is it? Drive slowly."

The driver slowed down, and the cars behind him also slowed down: "It was a black Jetta, and the driver was wearing a baseball cap, so I couldn't see what he looked like."

The assistant immediately tensed up: "Is there any danger?"

Shen Fanxing patted her hand: "It's okay, don't worry."

He then told the driver to slow down so that the people behind wouldn't lose them.

The assistant was speechless: "Sis, what if he's a bad guy?"

Shen Fanxing waved her hand: "Bad guys wouldn't dare to make a move on the street. Don't be afraid, let's continue shopping."

When we arrived at Panjiayuan, it was already quite late. Many shops were closed, but the entrance was filled with stalls, creating a chaotic scene.

Shen Fanxing was dressed plainly, wearing a hat, and had a slender figure, making her quite unremarkable at first glance.

They walked arm in arm with their assistant, looking around as they went.

There are many fake antiques being sold these days; even a porcelain basin with a bit of mud on it can be claimed to have been unearthed from the Eastern Qing Tombs.

The assistant knows nothing and thinks everything looks real.

Shen Fanxing pressed her hand down: "Calm down."

The two entered an inconspicuous shop. At the entrance were a pile of beads, various jade carvings, porcelain, and pots and jars covered in mud.

The assistant followed Shen Fanxing all the way here, knowing that these were all fake, and wondered if there would be any real items in the store?

The shop owner was dressed in a traditional Chinese silk Tang suit, wearing an 18-bead bracelet on his wrist and holding two smooth, patina-covered walnuts in his hand.

Seeing Shen Fanxing and her assistant, who didn't seem to know much about the business, he stood up with a smile: "What would you two like to order? Don't let our small shop fool you, we have everything."

Shen Fanxing looked around and pointed to a Guan Gong statue that was over two feet tall in the corner of the counter: "I want this one."

The boss glanced at Chen Fanxing again, feeling that she looked somewhat familiar, but she was such a delicate young girl, her eyesight was really not good.

The Guan Gong statue was damaged, and since no one bought it, it ended up sitting in a corner.

Her eyes darted around, and she tried to recommend something else: "Young lady, you have a sharp eye. You want to hire that Guan Gong, but it's expensive. Would you like to look at something else?"

Shen Fanxing shook her head: "I want this one..."

The boss's mind raced, planning to extort a hefty sum from him, and he was about to speak.

A man who had just entered the store said, "Boss, I want that Guan Gong statue. I'll pay 50,000."

Shen Fanxing paused for a moment, then turned to look at the man who had just entered the store. He was around thirty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and scholarly air about him. His accent was heavily Cantonese.

The boss was startled. He had just gritted his teeth and wanted to ask Shen Fanxing for two thousand yuan, but he didn't expect that there would be someone who didn't know the value of things and gave him fifty thousand yuan as soon as he walked in.

He quickly put his hands together and went over to serve the newly arrived God of Wealth: "Oh, sir, judging from your accent, you're from Guangdong Province? You have a good eye, you spotted such a good one at a glance."

The man smiled, took out a business card and handed it to the boss: "This is my business card. If you're willing, I can pay a deposit now, and you can deliver Guan Yu to the address."

The boss took the business card, looked at it, and exclaimed in surprise, "You're Zhu Wenliang, the chairman of Gangcheng Huasong Co., Ltd."

Zhu Wenliang smiled and said, "That's me. Please excuse my poor manners."

The boss exclaimed "Oh!" several times, "I've heard of you. You have a big business and are a famous philanthropist."

Zhu Wenliang humbly replied, "It's all what I should do."

Shen Fanxing watched the two of them from the side, tugged at the corner of her lips, and pulled her assistant away.

The assistant muttered softly, "Sis, you were the one who took a liking to this Guan Gong statue first."

Zhu Wenliang looked at the shopkeeper with some surprise, as if he had just noticed Shen Fanxing: "What do you mean? Did this young lady take a liking to her first?"

The boss chuckled and said, "That's true, but since ancient times, in business, the highest bidder wins."

Shen Fanxing smiled and said, "It's alright. It seems that this Guan Gong and this gentleman are destined to be together, so I won't take what belongs to him."

After saying that, he quickly left with his assistant.

The assistant was still unconvinced: "Sis, do you think that Guan Gong statue is really worth that much money?"

Shen Fanxing smiled mysteriously: "Whether it's valuable or not isn't important; inviting Guan Gong is based on sincerity. However... as the saying goes, 'A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise,'"

The assistant thought about it and concluded that it was just a Guan Gong statue, and 50,000 yuan was indeed not worth it.

Shen Fanxing's mood was not affected at all. She and her assistant browsed through a few more stalls, picked and chose, and bought two inconspicuous white jade bracelets. She wore one and gave the other to her assistant.

The assistant, wearing the bracelet, looked at it in the sunlight and said happily, "Sister, these beads are so smooth and translucent."

Seeing her assistant's overjoyed expression, Shen Fanxing reached out and poked her head: "Of course! Everything I set my sights on is good, including men!"

The assistant blinked and turned to look at Shen Fanxing: "Sis, are you missing the captain?"

Shen Fanxing chuckled: "I do want to, but he'll be back soon."

She's having a bit of trouble right now and hopes Zhou Zhiyun can come back a little later.

Let her sort out the trouble herself.

As the two were leaving Panjiayuan and heading to the parking lot, they were stopped by Zhu Wenliang.

Zhu Wenliang greeted Shen Fanxing in broken Mandarin: "Miss, are you a celebrity? You look familiar."

Shen Fanxing smiled and said, "You may have mistaken me for someone else."

Zhu Wenliang shook his head: "My memory is still pretty good, I'm sure I won't mistake someone for someone else."

He then spoke warmly to Shen Fanxing, saying, "Ms. Shen, if it's convenient, could we speak privately? Our company is expanding into the mainland and we'd like to find a mainland actor to be our spokesperson. I think Ms. Shen's temperament is very suitable..."