Chapter 91 I'm Listening

Du Ruo handed over a hundred yuan, and the stall owner casually put the money into his waist bag, found a torn woven bag from behind, stuffed the things into it, and muttered, "This thing is quite heavy."

Du Ruo twitched his lips and stuffed the paper weight and snuff bottle in his hand into the bag, intending to carry them together.

The stall owner was very annoyed. "No, I'm saying, comrade, what you have in your hand is not cheap, is it? You just stuff it into this tattered monk's robe? Aren't you afraid it will break?"

Du Ruo said seriously: "How soft is the cassock? It can prevent them from breaking it?"

The stall owner was delighted when he heard this. Not only did it make sense, but he felt a little annoyed when he saw such an expensive item being placed on such a tattered monk's robe.

Du Ruo smiled meaningfully. It's hard to say which of these three things is worthy of whom!

Du Ruo was wandering around the antique street carrying a torn woven bag. For a fashionable lady like her, carrying a dirty and torn plastic woven bag in her hand, it looked so out of place.

When he reached the end of the antique street, Du Ruo planned to turn a corner and walk through the small alley in front to the bus stop.

As soon as I turned the corner, two people surrounded me. They didn't look like good people. One of them said in a strange tone, "Stay away from our president in the future. I'll teach you a lesson this time."

The man was about to attack, but Du Ruo didn't move. As she expected, two men in sportswear came out from behind her. They were obviously martial artists and they beat the man away with just a few punches and kicks. They then turned around and wanted to leave.

Du Ruo said leisurely, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Yuan. Please convey my gratitude to Mr. Yuan for me."

The tall bodyguard nodded, turned and left.

Du Ruo looked at the horizon, and her guess was confirmed. She felt even more helpless. What was going on between her and Yuan Tingchuan? What did the boss mean?

Du Ruo took the cell phone in his hand and wanted to dial a phone number, but he stayed on the keys for a long time and finally gave up.

Let’s not talk about Yuan Tingchuan first, let’s just talk about Sato from Country R. He is such a piece of shit. It is natural for him to compete at an auction. Does he want revenge for this too?

Sure enough, he is not a good person. Du Ruo tapped his chin lightly with the mobile phone in his hand. Could it be that this little guy knew that he had offended him in his previous life?

That's impossible. If this little guy knew what happened in her previous life, he would definitely want to kill her. Du Ruo knew how obsessed Mr. Sato was with that national treasure-level saber. In his opinion, what she and Ling Yun had done was probably more serious than digging up his family's ancestral grave.

Du Ruo walked forward carrying the woven bag, complaining in his heart that even if the ancestral tomb was dug up, it was no big deal, they were the ones who started it first, they deserved it.

When Du Ruo returned to the hotel, the auction house staff had already arrived and personally delivered the items to her room. They said to her, "Mr. Yuan asked us to ask President Du if we should escort the items home for you."

Du Ruo smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yuan. It's not necessary for now."

Seeing that she refused, the auctioneer nodded and walked out.

Du Ruohua came to the door, excitedly opened the box, and took out the Yuanji blue-glazed plum vase with cloud dragon pattern, carefully holding the bottom of the bottle.

This is a plum vase produced in Jingdezhen during the Yuan Dynasty. The entire body of the vase is blue, with a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws holding a gem. The glaze color is pure and the craftsmanship is exquisite.

According to legend, a man from China offered 1 billion to buy this plum vase, but ultimately failed to get his wish.

Looking at the plum vase on the table, Du Ruo was overjoyed. Such a work of art was so beautiful that it made people's hearts beat faster.

After putting away the plum vase, she glanced at her torn woven bag. To be honest, this thing was indeed very valuable, but she really didn't want to open it.

Just leave it there. Wait until Ling Yun comes back.

Du Ruo took a shower and lay on the bed thinking about what happened during the day. She reached out and touched the mobile phone on the table, and finally made a call.

"I'm Yuan Tingchuan." The man's voice was the same as always, deep and with a hint of arrogance.

Du Ruo remained silent. She felt a little regretful and was about to hang up when Yuan Tingchuan's voice rang again on the phone: "Yes, Ruoruo?"

Du Ruo bit her lip but remained silent.

Yuan Tingchuan half-leaned on the sofa, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He held the phone in one hand and the other on the edge of the table. A cigarette was sandwiched between his index and middle fingers. His deep gaze lingered on the smoke on his fingertips, and he spoke softly, "What's the matter? Ruoruo called to settle a score with me?"

Du Ruo calmed his breathing and said, "Let them go back."

Yuan Tingchuan's deep and magnetic voice flowed slowly: "I've been busy recently, and some things will be discussed later. Be good, I'll come over after I'm done with this."

Du Ruo was furious: "Yuan Tingchuan, don't you understand what I'm saying? Get your people out of here!"

Yuan Tingchuan stretched out his arm and flicked the ashes into the ashtray twice, saying in a leisurely voice: "The last time someone played a joke on me like this, the grass on his grave is now three feet high.

However, I won't bother with you about that matter. I just think of it as my woman acting coquettishly with me. Ruoruo, today I'll give you a chance to deny what I said. I'm listening."

Du Ruo's heart began to beat wildly. There was no anger in Yuan Tingchuan's words, and they could even be described as gentle. However, the cold sweat on her forehead gradually soaked her hair, and a cool breeze blew behind her. She wanted to say, I am not your woman, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Yuan Tingchuan's voice seemed far and near in the receiver: "I'm listening." He reached out and crushed the cigarette butt on his fingertips, flicked his fingers and threw it away, then leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, his face expressionless, his eyes lowered and waiting.

Du Ruo hung up the phone directly. She really wanted to swear, but when she thought of the bloody hole on Secretary Wei's head, she shuddered. In the end, she didn't dare to anger Boss Yuan.

To be honest, she is indeed a little afraid of Yuan Tingchuan now. Thinking of her decision to pull a tooth out of a tiger's mouth, she still feels cold against her back. This is probably the most dangerous thing she has ever done in her life. It is true that ignorance is bliss.

If time could go back, the first person she met was not Yuan Tingchuan, the noble young man from a famous family, but the man in the jungle holding a pistol and exuding a savage aura. She would never dare to take any risks, and she really didn't dare to do anything that would put her at the mercy of a tiger again.

Just follow him, it's not a small piece of meat anyway. Look at the bright side, the bodyguard's money is paid by the boss, she is getting a big bargain.

Ling Yun returned to the hotel exhausted on the third night. He slept soundly until the end of time. It was not until noon the next day that he opened Du Ruo's door.

Du Ruo saw that he was still in a bad mood. Ling Yun curled up on the sofa beside Du Ruo, looking listless.