Bai Yuyan was baffled.
Following Chen Yang's gaze, he looked down.
The neckline popped open...
Especially just now.
Chen Yang's face was pressed against it...
With a "whoosh".
Her face turned red all the way to her earlobes.
She covered her chest and scolded playfully:
"You little pervert, just wait and see how I deal with you..."
She stretched out her jade-like arm, about to grab Chen Yang's ear.
Chen Yang quickly dodged and ran away.
"Sister Yan, I want more next time!"
Bai Yuyan was both ashamed and angry, and kept stomping her feet.
"You come back here... You want to do it again..."
[Ding!]
[10 points earned, total points: 70. Keep it up!]
Cool!
I've gained more points!
Chen Yang ran out of the hospital, his hand still touching his face.
Reflecting on that intimate encounter, it was so damn satisfying!
There will be plenty of breast milk for babies!
Downstairs from Changqing Decoration Design Company.
Chen Yang staked out the location to monitor the situation.
Since the intelligence has already revealed that Chang Xiaotian does indeed have problems.
As long as we can gather evidence in reality and take photos of him interacting with the other woman and her child, we can report back to Feng Danqing.
Last time.
The two have already met.
This time.
It's best not to get too close, lest you give yourself away.
Chen Yang found a window seat in a coffee shop downstairs.
He was reading a novel while keeping watch.
I waited for two hours.
Chang Xiaotian finally drove out.
Chen Yang quickly hailed a taxi.
"Master, follow that black Mercedes up ahead."
The driver's spirits lifted.
Is something going on?
He slammed on the gas pedal, and with a "whoosh," he sped off.
"Hey... Master, slow down, don't follow too closely, or you'll be discovered."
The driver quickly released the accelerator.
"Yes, I was too reckless!"
The driver was very cooperative, even more attentive than Chen Yang.
Not too close, not too far, it was tightly tailing the black Mercedes.
The next hour.
Chang Xiaotian went home, met a client, and then went to the antique street.
Chen Yang followed along the way and found it very boring.
"This guy is interested in antiques too?"
Since the last time I found a blue and white porcelain vase at a bargain price.
Chen Yang's fondness for the antique street grew even stronger.
Every time I walk into the antique street, I have the expectation of finding a bargain.
pity.
This trip is to keep an eye on Chang Xiaotian; we can't afford any unforeseen complications.
Chang Xiaotian strolled around casually, stopping and starting as he pleased.
There was no clear goal in mind.
Chen Yang didn't know much about antiques and didn't understand them very well.
They're just watching for fun; they won't easily get involved.
They dared not spend money to buy it.
It is said that 99% of the antiques here are fakes or imitations.
Countless people are fooled every day.
suddenly.
There was a commotion ahead, and a crowd gathered, making it quite lively.
Chang Xiaotian was very curious and squeezed in.
Chen Yang hung at the back, watching from the periphery of the crowd.
"This old man is hilarious. He's holding a thick, rusty iron rod and dares to call it an antique!"
"Trying to sell any old iron rod as an antique is laughable!"
"I've been selling all morning, and countless people have asked about it, but not a single one has made a purchase. They're all just watching and laughing at me!"
...
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
Everyone was watching a lame old man holding a thick iron rod.
It was heavily rusted, like a fire poker dug out from a corner of the wall.
“This iron rod of mine is a real antique, passed down from my ancestors.”
The lame old man, beaming with excitement, gave the introduction.
“My father told me that this iron rod has been passed down in our family for more than four generations and has a history of at least a hundred years. It must be an old object.”
"If you don't believe me, you can have it tested."
"With the advancement of modern technology, I've heard of an instrument that can determine the age of antiques."
“I can guarantee that this iron rod is over 100 years old.”
Chang Xiaotian became somewhat interested.
"Hello old man, how much for this thick iron rod?"
He is the company's CEO, and he's very wealthy.
He also has a great love for antiques and likes to collect a few pieces whenever he has free time.
Even knowing he might be fooled, he wouldn't care as long as the price wasn't too outrageous.
They even enjoy it immensely, finding pleasure in shopping on Taobao.
The lame old man could tell at a glance that this was a wealthy man.
Dressed in a suit and tie, looking very respectable, he was exactly his potential client.
His face immediately broke into a wide smile.
"Hello, boss. This iron rod of mine has been passed down for four generations and is a family heirloom. If my family weren't short of money, I definitely wouldn't be selling it..."
Chang Xiaotian waved his hand, impatiently interrupting him.
"Stop arguing, just give me a price. How much?"
The lame old man was a little embarrassed and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
He stretched out his right hand and flipped it over, one side facing up and the other side down.
"Hehe... 100,000!"
Chang Xiaotian was taken aback.
"100,000?"
The lame old man nodded in agreement.
"Fixed price, not a penny less!"
Chang Xiaotian glanced at the surrounding audience and couldn't help but say:
"Gentlemen, look at this! Is it reasonable to ask for 100,000 for just this broken iron rod?"
A chorus of agreement arose from the surrounding crowd.
"What a piece of junk iron bar! I wouldn't even take it if it were given to me for free, let alone 100,000?"
"Is this old man obsessed with money?"
"Do you think we're all fools, trying to swindle and cheat people in the antique market with just a rusty iron rod?"
...
Having successfully provoked public outrage, Chang Xiaotian gave a cold smile.
"Old man, don't try to fool me! This broken iron rod, I think it's clumsy, ugly as hell, but it's not all that interesting."
"Why not sell it to me for 1000 yuan? It'll save you the trouble of carrying it around all that way, it's so tiring!"
The lame old man was trembling with anger.
He picked up the large iron rod and made a move to hit Chang Xiaotian.
"If you're not going to buy it, fine, but what's the point of giving me 1000 yuan? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"
"Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death?"
Chang Xiaotian remained unmoved, utterly disbelieving that anyone would dare to lay a finger on him.
"You old geezer, try touching me!"
The lame old man, clutching a large iron rod, hesitated to move forward.
He certainly wouldn't dare to hit anyone; he was just bluffing.
Bang!
The big iron rod was too heavy, and the old man lost his footing and fell to the ground.
One of them slammed directly at Chang Xiaotian.
"Holy crap!"
Chang Xiaotian was startled.
In a flurry of activity, I had to take three big steps back to avoid it.
He was both shocked and furious.
"You damn old bastard, just die!"
He rushed over and kicked the lame old man in the waist.
puff!
The lame old man fell to the ground and was unable to get up for a while.
"Ouch! That hurts so much!"
The lame old man kept wailing, but no one came forward to help him.
Chang Xiaotian was afraid that the old man would try to extort him.
Apply oil to the soles of your feet!
They ran away in a flash.
Chen Yang couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and helped the lame old man up.
"Grandpa, are you alright?"
The lame old man looked at Chen Yang gratefully.
"Thanks!"
[Ding! Today's information triggered!]
[Intelligence 4]: Li Laogen's rusty iron rod contains a hidden ancient sword worth millions.
Chen Yang was taken aback.
Is it true or false?
Worth tens of millions?
He quickly checked the intelligence.
In the picture.
A thick iron rod encases an ancient bronze sword, which, after a thousand years, remains as good as new and is still incredibly sharp.
Oh my god!
I'm going to become incredibly rich!
With ten million, you'll instantly achieve financial freedom!
This job is bullshit, whoever loves it can do it!
Who the hell wants to take the blame for this unexpected mess? Let them take it!
To hell with them all!
I've struck it rich!
They eat the finest food and drink the most luxurious drinks. They drive luxury cars and live in villas.
Village belle, school beauty, I can marry whoever I want!
Maybe I'll date a minor internet celebrity.
Try it out.
What is a devil's figure and an enchanting face?
"Old man, you're asking for 100,000 for this big iron rod?"
Chen Yang quickly inquired.
The lame old man was a little embarrassed, but he refused to lower the price at all.
"Not bad, it's a bit ugly, but it's a genuine antique. One price, 100,000 yuan, not a penny less."
"Okay! 100,000 it is!"
Chen Yang was resolute.
"However, I have something urgent to attend to. Please wait for me for a while, at least half an hour, at most two hours."
"I will definitely come back and buy your big iron rod."
Can you wait for me?
The lame old man looked him up and down, but only believed him to a certain extent.
A young man with no beard is unreliable.
This young man was dressed plainly and didn't look like a wealthy person.
Do you have 100,000 yuan in your pocket?
but.
Out of consideration for helping him out, he didn't expose him, but nodded instead.
"Okay, I'll wait!"
The lame old man played a trick.
They only said to wait, not that they were only waiting for Chen Yang.
Anyway, selling the big iron rod takes time, so we might as well wait a little longer.
At this point, someone offers 100,000.
Even higher.
Do you think... he'll sell it?
at this time.
Chang Xiaotian had been gone for a minute.
If we don't catch up now, we might lose track of them and all our previous efforts will be in vain.
If you are entrusted with a task, you should be loyal to it.
Chang Xiaotian, that bastard, dared to deceive Feng Danqing's feelings and even wanted to take over her shares.
They're worse than animals!
We must tell Feng Danqing the truth as soon as possible.
otherwise.
The longer it drags on, the greater the unknown risks become.
This is very disadvantageous for Feng Danqing.
Chen Yang hurriedly chased after him.
Before leaving.
He also gave instructions to the lame old man.
"You must wait for me to come back! Don't sell it to anyone else!"
"Okay! I'll wait for you!"
The lame old man agreed verbally, but in his heart, he had other plans.
Chen Yang left.
He then started shouting.
"A family heirloom iron rod, thick and hard!"
"If a man buys it, he'll become rich."
"The woman bought it..."
More people came to look at the goods.
"Hey!...Sir, would you like to take a look?"
"I guarantee it's a real treasure. You can take it for 100,000 yuan."
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