“Master, Master…” Xiao Zhao rushed forward with a sob in his voice, shaking Liu Zhenye, at a loss for what to do.
"Stop shaking me like that, I'm not dead. Go check on Wang Shen." Liu Zhenye sat up abruptly and was horrified to find that apart from a minor scrape on his hand when he landed, he was almost completely unharmed.
He was wearing a bulletproof vest, but the shotgun bullets were fired in a jet, in a bundle. At such close range, even with a bulletproof vest, he would surely die.
But he was almost unharmed. He suddenly remembered the thing Ye Xingchen had given him, and when he reached out to touch it, the piece of wood had crumbled into dust.
Wang Shen was shot in the abdomen, but he didn't die. Xiao Zhao kicked away his gun and handcuffed him.
Liu Zhenye was overjoyed; this time he had earned at least a second-class merit.
"Don't go to the company anymore. Wait for me to start my own business and come help me." Ye Xingchen said to Qin Yue at home.
"You want to start a business?" Qin Yue was slightly taken aback: "Don't you want to find out about your background?"
Ye Xingchen fiddled with the walnut-sized copper bell on his wrist, the only thing that could prove his identity. He said leisurely, "Of course I need to find out, but the world is so big, where do I even begin?"
This bronze bell emanates a faint spiritual light, clearly no ordinary item; it must be a divine weapon. I should find an opportunity to test it.
"Besides, I don't know what their purpose was in abandoning me back then. Was it because their family was struggling financially and couldn't afford to support me? Or was it intentional? If I find them someday, I can't be a complete failure, can I?"
He harbored resentment, feeling that no matter the reason, it was not a justification for his biological parents to abandon him.
So he must work hard so that if he ever sees them again, he can show them just how capable the son they abandoned all those years ago truly is.
“I believe they didn’t do it on purpose. There must be some hidden reason. Of course, I support you in starting your own business. I’ll resign anytime you’re ready.” Qin Yue leaned slowly against Ye Xingchen.
"Alright then." Ye Xingchen smelled the faint fragrance on her body and suddenly couldn't control himself. He pulled Qin Yue into his arms, his hand sliding down her skirt to a familiar spot and reaching up to her ear, where he breathed on her ear.
Qin Yue feigned reluctance, but her body quickly went limp. She reached out and covered Ye Xingchen's mouth, panting as she said, "I'm here today."
"Huh?" Ye Xingchen felt greatly disappointed, but had no choice but to endure it.
"Feeling unwell?" Qin Yue chuckled and tilted her head back.
"What do you think?" Ye Xingchen said, utterly dejected.
"What should we do then?" Qin Yueyu wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You figure something out." Ye Xingchen grinned mischievously.
Qin Yue slowly squatted down...
Ye Xingchen was in ecstasy. Well, Qin Yue was conservative at heart, but he didn't expect her to give him such a surprise. He should explore her potential in the future.
The next day, Ning Xin came to Ye Xingchen's door and invited him to go to the antique auction together.
It's called an auction, but it's really just a private gathering of enthusiasts who bring out their best items and bid against each other.
The location was Gu Bao Zhai, next to an antique street. Since it was still early, Ye Xingchen and Ning Xin decided to take a look around.
"Brother Ye, you really beat Zhang Yuan up this time, haha. That kid has been acting recklessly because of his father. I've been fed up with him for a long time." Ning Xin laughed heartily.
"Let's go check out the antique street," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile.
"Okay, but Brother Ye, 99% of the things in this antique street are fakes. You can buy some valuable fakes here, but it's probably unrealistic to find a bargain or buy the real thing."
"Like investing, collecting antiques requires patience and a stable mindset. If you come here with the intention of finding a bargain and making a fortune, you're bound to get ripped off," Ye Xingchen said.
“Yes, yes, Brother Ye is right.” Ning Xin nodded repeatedly.
Ye Xingchen didn't actually know much about antiques and jade, but after awakening his inheritance, he could see the ancient and rustic aura in antiques and jade.
The older something is, the stronger its rustic charm becomes. After looking around for most of the street, he stopped at a street stall. There was a dull and lackluster bottle that looked terrible.
The stall owner was a shrewd and calculating vendor with a cunning look in his eyes.
Ye Xingchen squatted down, picked up the item, examined it, and then looked up to ask, "Boss, how much?"
"Hey brother, you have a good eye! This is a Song Dynasty official kiln piece, just unearthed. Thank you, it's 38,000 yuan." The stall owner quickly stood up.
"Boss, give me a fair price. Is this from the Song Dynasty? Don't be ridiculous." Ning Xin chuckled from the side: "I'd honestly sell it for two hundred yuan."
"Young man, you can't price things like that." The stall owner looked angry. "This thing is guaranteed to be genuine. Here's what I'll do: I'll lower the price by three thousand, making it thirty-five thousand."
"Five thousand yuan. Sell it if you can, otherwise I'll look at other options." Ye Xingchen didn't waste any more words.
"Ten thousand..." The stall owner gritted his teeth, but Ye Xingchen turned and left.
"Wait a minute, make another offer, and I'll pay it back," the stall owner hurriedly called out to Ye Xingchen.
He didn't know if this thing was real or not, but he had bought it from an old man for fifty yuan a few days ago when he went to the countryside. No matter how he sold it, he would make a profit.
"Six thousand," Ye Xingchen countered.
"Deal." The stall owner, afraid that Ye Xingchen would run away, quickly wrapped up the items for Ye Xingchen, who then took them and left.
"Brother Ye, this thing isn't in any good condition, why did you buy it?" Ning Xin asked, puzzled.
Six thousand yuan wasn't much for him, but this rather wide, earthen-yellow bottle was definitely not from the Song Dynasty. You couldn't even find one of these in a garbage dump. Why would Ye Xingchen buy it?
"Is today's auction private?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
“Yes, it was set up by Xing Wanliang, the owner of Gu Bao Zhai. Many big bosses come here, and they auction off good items here.” Ning Xin laughed: “Boss Xing is known in the industry as Xing Yishou. He can see clearly what’s in a piece as soon as he touches it.”
"So you won't find counterfeit goods when you buy things from him."
"Then let's auction this thing off," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"This?" Ning Xin was taken aback, then laughed and cried at the same time: "It's fine, but this thing doesn't look very appealing. I'm afraid no one will be able to stand it."
"That depends on whether Boss Xing knows his stuff or not," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
When we arrived at the main hall of Gu Bao Zhai, there were already nearly a hundred people there.
A middle-aged man in a long robe and holding a folding fan was Xing Wanliang. A group of antique collectors had already gathered, including some big names.
"Hey, Ye Xingchen, what are you doing here?" A voice called out to Ye Xingchen as Ning Xin went to greet someone.
Turning his head, he saw Zhou An, who had squeezed a large sum of money out of Li Li and was now riding high.
"Why can't I come?" Ye Xingchen laughed. Li Li deserved it, and Zhou An wasn't a good person either.
“The minimum net worth to come here is tens of millions, otherwise you probably can’t even afford to bid on a single collectible. Don’t think that just because Fifth Master thinks highly of you, you don’t know who you are. In my eyes, you’re still a poor wretch.”
Zhou An said viciously that although he was only using Li Li, Ye Xingchen disrupted his plans. Otherwise, he would have definitely drained this woman dry and made her submit to him in the future.
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