Inside the wooden box was an exquisite folding fan.
The fan has bamboo ribs, a silk fan surface, and a gold thread tassel woven into an exquisite dragonfly knot.
Xiao Weiguo was very familiar with this fan. Wasn't this one of the two fans that were stolen from Grandpa Shang's house?
He had admired this fan at Grandpa Shang's house more than once.
"Note: In previous articles, the detailed origins and names of these two fans and the painting were explained, which is why the protagonist remembers them so clearly. However, due to the censorship, these details have been blurred. Please don't mind, just understand that the protagonist is very familiar with these two fans."
At this moment, Bai Ziyu casually reached into the box, picked up the fan, and unfolded it with a swish, carefully examining it from all sides.
He couldn't figure out what was going on, and he didn't recognize the complicated ancient characters on the seal, so he just closed it and tossed it back into the wooden box.
"What a piece of junk! A broken fan, and you dare to offer it as a bargaining chip for 20,000 yuan? Have you no shame?"
"This piece of junk? Do you even know its value? Look closely, this has calligraphy personally inscribed by Emperor XX, a treasure from the palace, for imperial use, do you understand? You idiot."
Bai Ziyu stubbornly argued with him.
"Damn it, you think you can just say it's true? Who knows if you're just pulling off some fake stuff to scam people? I say it's not worth it, so what are you going to do about it?"
Suddenly, Bai Ziyu felt someone poking him in the lower back. He turned around and saw Xiao Weiguo.
"Bet with him."
Xiao Weiguo said something in a low voice.
"No, brother, you can't believe what this bastard says."
Bai Ziyu wanted to persuade Xiao Weiguo, but he stopped her with a look.
"Trust me, do it."
Xiao Weiguo understood the value of this fan. Even if it weren't for future generations, in its current price, foreigners and people from the island would be willing to pay three to five hundred thousand yuan, which is almost negligible compared to twenty thousand yuan.
It seems that Lu Yuqiang, the man before them, doesn't understand the true value of this fan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken it out to gamble with them.
Most importantly, Xiao Weiguo was very curious as to how the fan, which was clearly stolen in Shang County, could have traveled hundreds of miles to end up in Lu Yuqiang's hands.
Even Xiao Weiguo himself didn't believe that he stole it. No matter how despicable he was, as a young master of status, he couldn't possibly have done such a thing.
Therefore, he must find a way to get his hands on this fan in order to understand its origins and details.
Seeing that Xiao Weiguo insisted, Bai Ziyu had no choice.
"Alright, for my brother's sake, I'll take your bet."
Two people, each with a cue stick, stood on opposite sides of the pool table. A waiter came over and tossed a coin to decide who would tee off first.
As a result, Bai Ziyu won right away.
Both sides agreed that it would be best three out of five games.
Bai Ziyu smiled smugly. He slowly placed the white ball on the teeing spot, bent down, and used his left hand to brace the cue stick with a very standard posture.
He glanced at his hand a few times, then thrust his right hand forward forcefully, producing a hissing sound that sounded unusual.
Xiao Weiguo covered his eyes. What kind of skills does this guy have? He messed up the shot.
Bai Ziyu struck the ball, and the white ball spun rapidly, making a large circle and perfectly avoiding the pile of balls in the middle.
"Pfft"
"Pfft"
Many people couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The most proud one was Lu Yuqiang.
He was leaning on a ball of grass for support with one hand and clutching his stomach with the other, laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight.
"You... hahaha, this... hahaha."
Bai Ziyu's face darkened. He had been too tense and had accidentally hit a three-no-stick shot.
"What are you laughing at? When it's your turn, you're not necessarily better than me."
Bai Ziyu put away his cue and awkwardly walked to the side, making way for her.
His performance boosted Lu Yuqiang's confidence even further. He reached out and called to Bai Ziyu, who was about to walk away.
"No, no, no, go on, I'll let you have a turn, and we'll go again. So people won't say I'm bullying you."
"you......"
Lu Yuqiang's words were clearly an insult to him. Bai Ziyu wanted to refuse, but since it concerned Xiao Weiguo's 20,000 yuan, he held back. Damn it, what's a face worth?
"You said it yourself, you're not allowed to yell if you lose."
Bai Ziyu pointed at Lu Yuqiang with his club and walked back to the teeing spot.
Lu Yuqiang still couldn't stop laughing, waving his hand and nodding to signal him to continue.
Bai Ziyu disregarded the odds and set up the white ball, calmed himself down, and made his move again.
This time, he didn't miss. With a snap, the triangular pile of balls in the middle was knocked apart and rolled around, and a flower ball even fell into the bag.
According to the rules, Bai Ziyu now has the seven colored balls. He wins by pocketing the black number eight ball after he has pocketed all seven of his colored balls.
He proudly raised his chin at Lu Yuqiang, then continued searching for his target ball.
This time, Bai Ziyu wasn't so lucky.
Although the target ball was in a good position, his technique was too poor. The ball spun around the pocket and bounced back into the pile of balls, so Bai Ziyu lost possession of the ball.
When it was Lu Yuqiang's turn to make a move, he was much more composed than Bai Ziyu.
He found his target, made a steady shot, and with two quick strokes, put the two balls into the pocket. It wasn't until the third ball, however, that he missed due to its poor position.
The game ended quickly, and as everyone expected, Lu Yuqiang won by a margin of three balls, even after giving Bai Ziyu a one-shot advantage.
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