Chapter 79

Mr. Yang's discharge from the hospital was a significant event. Despite his dissatisfaction with Yang Bo over the matter of the Buddha niche transaction, the Ye family still came. They sat for a while and left a gift before leaving.

Xiao Xuan, as the adopted daughter, naturally came as well. She came for a while during her break from work.

When Zeng Yuanshan saw Xiao Xuan, his eyes lit up. After she left, he hurriedly asked Mrs. Yang, "Aunt, who is that girl?"

Mrs. Yang's face was full of displeasure, and Zeng Yuanshan's mother pulled him aside, scolding, "That's the girl your aunt found for Xiao Bo. What are you thinking?"

Zeng Yuanshan glanced at Yang Bo, who was wearing clothes from a street stall that cost no more than 200 yuan, and with an ordinary appearance, how could he compare to himself, dressed in a suit and attending high-end events? For such a person to have such a beautiful girlfriend was like a flower on cow dung!

"Xiao Bo, is that your girlfriend?" Zeng Yuanshan asked.

Yang Bo ignored him and turned to his father, "Dad, the procedures are all done. Let's go!"

Mr. Yang nodded, "Okay, let's go!"

Zeng Yuanshan glanced at Yang Bo, feeling indignant, but thinking about his own plans, he held back.

Yang Bo's friends had originally planned to come, but Yang Bo thought there were too many guests for his father's discharge, so he declined their offers. However, Luo Yaohua still helped rent two cars to send them over.

Back at their new home by Xuanwu Lake, Mr. and Mrs. Yang were seeing it for the first time and were amazed as they curiously looked around.

Zeng Yuanshan took a look at the room, roughly estimated the area, and thought about the prime location by Xuanwu Lake. Such a house would take him most of his life to afford!

Although he had heard from his mother that this was a house Yang Bo borrowed from a friend, Zeng Yuanshan didn't believe it. Which friend would lend a newly renovated house to someone, especially a family with a sick member? A liver cancer patient, even after surgery, might not live long. Who would lend a house to such a family?

Thinking this, Zeng Yuanshan's estimation of Yang Bo's wealth increased, and he became more confident in his plans. Helping a friend run an antique shop, and not even owning it, yet still earning a house worth two to three million yuan—how could there not be something fishy about it?

Yang Bo didn't think too much about it. He ordered a meal at a hotel and warmly entertained the relatives until they left around three or four in the afternoon.

The aunt held Mrs. Yang's hand, "Your Xiao Bo has really made it. Yuanshan is his brother; you must take care of him in the future!"

Mrs. Yang nodded quickly, "We're all family, no need to say otherwise. Xiao Bo is a good person; he wouldn't neglect Yuanshan, would he?"

Yang Bo stood to the side, saying nothing.

After seeing off the relatives, they returned home. Mrs. Yang looked around the house, excited, "I never thought we'd live in such a big house!"

Yang Bo smiled, "If things go well, we can buy a villa in the suburbs in the future!"

Mrs. Yang was very pleased and toured the house again before pointing to a room, "Why is that door always locked?"

Yang Bo glanced at it, "Oh, that's the study. There are a few things inside. With so many people today, I was afraid the children might break something, so I locked it."

Mr. Yang stood to the side and sighed, "If we can't trust our own relatives, who can we trust? My son Yang Lang has been missing for so long. I wonder if he has a place to stay. I can't feel at ease living here!"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment. Although he understood Mr. Yang's meaning, he made no promises and left.

Mrs. Yang watched Mr. Yang leave and couldn't help but get angry, "What do you mean? Before the surgery, it was one thing, but now that you're out of the hospital, you're still doing this. You're driving Xiao Bo away!"

Mr. Yang raised his head, "So what if he's driven away? As long as he buys the promised house, we can live with the thirty-odd thousand we have. I can't rely on my own son; who else can I rely on?"

Mrs. Yang pointed at Mr. Yang, so angry she couldn't speak. Yang Bo had told her about the ownership of the house, but she had kept it a secret from Mr. Yang. Now it seemed that keeping it a secret was the right choice. If Mr. Yang knew, wouldn't he want the house?

The next day, Yang Bo was sitting in the shop reading a book when Zeng Yuanshan brought a man in.

Still dressed in a suit, Zeng Yuanshan looked radiant. He pointed to the man behind him and introduced, "Xiao Bo, this is my colleague, Xiao Cai. He loves collecting and has quite a collection. He wants you to help him appraise something!"

Xiao Cai was about the same age as Zeng Yuanshan, a bit overweight. He nodded at Yang Bo, "I've heard a lot about your talented cousin from Yuanshan. Nice to meet you!"

Yang Bo stood up and smiled, "You're too kind!"

He invited them to sit down and poured them two cups of tea, "Please, take your time!"

Zeng Yuanshan didn't hesitate, took a sip of tea, and pushed the box Xiao Cai had brought over, "Take a look first, we'll talk later!"

Yang Bo nodded, opened the box, and saw a pair of Guangcai porcelain bowls. Without even taking them out, he saw the new shine. These weren't antiques; they were clearly new Jingdezhen porcelain!

Yang Bo closed the box and looked up at the two men.

Zeng Yuanshan smiled and waved Yang Bo over, "Xiao Bo, let's talk in private?"

Yang Bo frowned but didn't refuse. They walked to a corner of the hall.

"Xiao Bo, you're just helping someone run the shop, right? It's not your shop. People say it's normal to make mistakes in antique appraisal. How about you take that pair of porcelain bowls?"

As he spoke, Zeng Yuanshan became excited, "I've already checked. That pair of Guangcai porcelain bowls is from the Qianlong era and is worth about 160,000 to 170,000 yuan. I don't want too much. You give me 130,000, and the rest is all yours. What do you think?"

Yang Bo's eyes widened. He never thought Zeng Yuanshan would have such an idea, trying to get him to betray his trust. But the shop was his own; how could he harm himself?

Having firmly decided to refuse, Yang Bo still said tactfully, "That pair of porcelain bowls looks new. You probably bought them at a supermarket, right?"

"Xiao Bo, you have a good eye!" Zeng Yuanshan praised.

Yang Bo, helpless, said frankly, "With such quality, how can I take a backdoor approach? If I make such a mistake, I'll lose my job!"

Zeng Yuanshan nodded, "I understand. Do you want to buy high-quality fakes from a street stall? I'll go now!"

"No, you don't need to go. I won't take them," Yang Bo said.

Zeng Yuanshan was taken aback, then realized, "You don't want to do it?"

Yang Bo nodded, "This is something I can't do!"

Zeng Yuanshan looked deeply at Yang Bo, "It won't harm you!"

"I can't do it!" Yang Bo said firmly.

Zeng Yuanshan said no more and turned to leave.