"I'm not afraid!"
"Your uncle will also suffer the backlash. After he dies, he will experience all eighteen levels of hell, being fried in oil and burned in a sea of fire."
Looking into Su Lenghe's clear, deep eyes, Rong Yan couldn't help but shudder: "This is terrifying."
My uncle's death before the age of thirty is already tragic enough; the thought of him suffering endless torment in hell after death is truly pitiful.
So don't even think about it.
Upon hearing this, Rong Yan lowered his eyes, looking hurt, and sat silently in the car.
On the way, Qin Yan asked, "Miss Su, would you like to eat something before going to the antique street?"
Although he was worried about President Rong, seeing Miss Su's calm and composed demeanor, he knew that nothing would go wrong, and he didn't want anyone to go hungry.
"No need, let's buy the things first."
Rong Yan's eyes lit up: "Master, I'll take you there. I know this place well."
It concerned his uncle, and he wanted to do something to help; otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease.
Fearing that Su Lenghe would not agree, he sincerely assured her, "Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble. I know the antique street very well, so I'm not afraid of getting lost. Qin Yan spends all his time with my uncle and doesn't know anything except work."
Qin Yan: ?
Su Lenghe wasn't familiar with the antique street, so having someone lead the way was perfect. She slowly said, "Okay."
As soon as the car stopped, he scurried over to open the car door for Su Lenghe, saying, "Master, be careful of your head!"
This is an old street full of antique charm, with bluestone paving the ground and shops on both sides displaying all kinds of antiques.
Su Xueying was selecting antiques when she looked up and saw Rong Ce's car. Just as she was about to come over and say hello, she saw Rong Yan get out of the car, with the woman she had seen that morning behind him.
So it turns out she was using Rong Ce's car to pick up girls. She thought Rong Ce's orientation had changed. But why was Rong Ce's assistant also in the back? That's strange.
This woman is beautiful and has an extraordinary air about her; she must have been cultivated by her family at great expense.
She had just returned to high society and was eager to expand her network.
Su Xueying walked over and said sweetly, "Nephew."
She subtly observed Su Lenghe, finding her somewhat familiar, but unable to recall where she had seen her before.
Rong Yan recognized the person and frowned in disdain: "Don't shout like that!"
Su Xueying took a step closer: "I'm getting engaged to your cousin, so we'll be family from now on. Don't be so formal!"
Rong Yan didn't even turn his head: "We're not familiar! I refuse! The Rong family severed ties with the Feng family a long time ago."
He turned to Su Lenghe with a smile and said, "Master, watch your step."
Su Xueying could no longer maintain her gentle demeanor, her eyes filled with resentment as she stared at Rong Yan and Su Lenghe's retreating figures.
Hmph, what's so great about the Rong family? In the future, all of this will belong to the Feng family.
Rong Ce's grandmother was Feng Yu's grandfather's cousin, and they were still within the fifth degree of kinship.
I heard that Rong Ce is seriously ill and probably won't make it through this ordeal. After he dies, the Rong family will surely collapse.
When the Feng and Su families join forces to share the profits, their business will reach new heights.
Rong Yan led Su Lenghe straight to the shop selling talisman paper. This shop not only sold talisman paper, but also peach wood swords, five-emperor coins…
Su Lenghe looked at the shop and nodded in satisfaction. The talisman paper here was of much better quality than the one Qin Yan had bought before.
She picked out what she needed and her eyes were drawn to the peach wood sword. Seeing her interest, the shopkeeper came over with a smile.
He picked up the peach wood sword that looked to be of the best quality and handed it over: "Miss, you have a good eye. This is our store's prized possession, a thousand-year-old peach wood sword struck by lightning. It seems to be very compatible with you. You can take it back with you."
Seeing her interest, Rong Yan waved his hand and said, "Buy it. How much?"
"180,000!" The boss's grin stretched almost to his ears.
Su Lenghe shook her head: "This is fake."
The shop owner's smile faded: "If you don't want to buy, you don't want to buy. How can you spread rumors?"
He initially thought she was easy to fool because she was a girl with clear eyes, but he didn't expect her to see through him.
If other people heard this, would he still be able to do business?
Rong Yan angrily said, "You sell a fake for 180,000 yuan, you're really heartless."
"What evidence do you have that my peach wood sword is fake? Isn't this peach wood?"
Rong Yan didn't know how to refute it, but he still stubbornly said, "If the master says it's fake, it must be true."
The shopkeeper took back the talisman: "I think you're just here to cause trouble. Get out of here, I'm not selling to you."
Rong Yan blushed with anger. He had almost been scammed out of 180,000 yuan. Although the amount wasn't large, it was still incredibly embarrassing if word got out: "You..."
Su Lenghe: "It is indeed peach wood, but it is made from a ten-year-old peach tree and has never been struck by lightning."
The boss broke out in a cold sweat. This thing was made with an electric shock to create the effect of a lightning strike; even experts couldn't tell the difference. He had met an expert.
"This...maybe I'm mistaken. How about we sit down and have a drink?" Business is all about harmony.
Rong Yan felt a lump in his throat: "You really were lying!"
The shop owner chuckled sheepishly: "It's an antique street, so they sell a mix of genuine and fake items."
Rong Yan swallowed back the words he wanted to say. This was indeed an unwritten rule in the antique street: some items were genuine, some were fake, and it was up to the buyers to distinguish them. Even if they were cheated, they could only accept their bad luck.
Su Lenghe didn't say anything, but pointed to the peach wood sword in the corner and asked, "How much for this one?"
The shopkeeper picked up the ash-covered peach wood sword and handed it over with a smile: "I just picked this sword up casually before. It's not worth much. If you like it, Miss, you can take it. But you must keep today's events a secret."
Su Lenghe took the peach wood sword, looked at it with a deep gaze, and nodded slightly.
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