Chapter 8

"Name, age."

Yu Fei's expression was calm as he began to ask detailed questions.

"Ximen Ruixue, twenty-one years old, her family has always been in the antique business."

Yu Fei questioned, "Just that?"

Zhang Yuhua relaxed his shoulders and spread his hands, "Just that."

Yu Fei cursed, "You only know this much, and you call yourselves childhood sweethearts? You're trying to fool me."

Zhang Yuhua laughed, "I'm fooling you? I'm not fooling you."

Yu Fei gave him a withering look and turned to walk away.

Zhang Yuhua chased after him, grinning shamelessly, "Seeing your strong reaction, are you really that moved? Don't worry, there will be plenty more chances to be moved in the future."

Yu Fei cursed, "I'm not moved at all, I'm just getting a headache. Have you asked your father why he insists you pursue Ximen Ruixue?"

Zhang Yuhua's smile faded, and he pondered, "My father says the two families are well-matched and have a good relationship. If we can become in-laws, it would be the best outcome."

Yu Fei detected a hint of something more from Zhang Yuhua's tone. This seemingly simple pursuit of a girl might have another reason.

"If your father cares about the match, then you and Xue Mei won't have a future, right?"

Zhang Yuhua admitted, "It's probably hard to have a future. I've been with Xue Mei for half a year, but our relationship isn't stable. She probably still can't forget you."

Yu Fei sighed, "I advised you before, but you didn't listen. If you hadn't insisted on pursuing her, I wouldn't have agreed. In my heart, I hope you can help her forget the past and live a happy life. But you are stubborn and want to have fun while not letting go. Sometimes I really want to beat you up."

Zhang Yuhua retorted, "Who doesn't want to have fun in this society? I'm already one of the good guys."

"Narcissist, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Yu Fei continued walking, the sound of vendors calling out to customers occasionally reaching his ears.

"These are all good things passed down from my ancestors. If my family wasn't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't have put them up for sale."

A middle-aged man with a foreign accent was selling items on the street, a piece of floral cloth laid out in front of him, displaying a pile of old trinkets.

Yu Fei glanced casually and saw a familiar figure, feeling quite surprised.

"Is he here to browse or to look for treasures?"

As he thought, Yu Fei turned and walked toward the street.

About ten meters away, a young man with an ordinary appearance and casual attire was also approaching the foreign middle-aged man.

Yu Fei arrived first, scanning the items on the ground. There were over a dozen items of various sizes, all old and faded.

Yu Fei's gaze swept around and spotted a piece of jewelry.

It was a small, black sword, no more than an inch long, looking like a decoration, dark and unremarkable.

Yu Fei bent down to pick up the small sword and asked, "How much for this?"

The foreign middle-aged man glanced at the small sword and casually said, "It's an antique, so I'll take 100 yuan."

Zhang Yuhua exclaimed, "This little thing is worth 100 yuan?"

Yu Fei glared at Zhang Yuhua and handed a 100-yuan note to the foreign man.

"A thousand gold pieces can't buy a happy heart. Antiques are about the mood, don't worry too much."

The foreign man smiled, "This handsome guy is a smart one."

Yu Fei put away the small black sword and continued to look at the other items on the stall.

At this moment, a young man in casual attire approached the stall. Yu Fei didn't recognize him, but he knew who he was.

Xu Feng, the inheritor of the Maoshan talisman, had remarkable skills in talismans.

Nearby, some antique dealers also gathered around, examining the items the foreign man was selling.

"How much for this incense burner?"

An antique dealer was interested in a four-legged incense burner, thirty centimeters long, twenty centimeters wide, and forty centimeters high, and began to ask the price.

The foreign man glanced at the incense burner and hesitated, "10,000 yuan."

"Too expensive, it's worth at most 800 yuan."

"800 yuan is too low. These are all antiques. If I didn't need the money, I wouldn't sell them."

"Then add 200 yuan, 1,000 yuan in total, that's the highest price I can offer."

The foreign man hesitated, clearly in need of money but also reluctant to part with the items.

"This incense burner is well-preserved, intricately carved, and has been unearthed for over 1,600 years. It's worth at least 80,000 yuan."

Xu Feng, who couldn't stand the dealers' behavior, directly revealed the true value of the incense burner.

The foreign man was shocked; 80,000 yuan was a huge amount.

The antique dealer glared at Xu Feng and sneered, "Talking nonsense, you're just a kid, pretending to be an expert."

Xu Feng raised an eyebrow and mocked, "No businessman is honest. You old foxes, taking advantage of someone from out of town, deliberately suppressing the price. This despicable trick is outdated."

"Uncle, pack up these things, I'll find you a buyer, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

The foreign man was very grateful, immediately packed up the items on the ground, and followed Xu Feng away.

The antique dealer who didn't get a good deal was furious, "I'll see what kind of buyer you can find to sell these junk."

Xu Feng smiled disdainfully, not bothering to respond. There were too many people like this in the world, not worth arguing with.

Zhang Yuhua questioned, "Is that incense burner really worth 80,000 yuan? Are they just putting on a show to inflate the price?"

Yu Fei praised, "You're getting smarter. You've seen through this classic trick."

Zhang Yuhua was somewhat pleased and said proudly, "Who am I? A little trick like this can't fool me, the handsome and charming one."

Yu Fei looked at him with disdain and followed the crowd to see where Xu Feng was going.

Soon, Xu Feng arrived at the Jubaizhai, which surprised both Yu Fei and Zhang Yuhua.

"This guy, he's come here to deceive people. I can't let him get away with it."

Zhang Yuhua was furious. The Jubaizhai was a Ximen family business, and he had a deep connection with it. He couldn't tolerate Xu Feng's deceit.

Yu Fei held back Zhang Yuhua and laughed, "Why so anxious? Let's see what happens first."

Zhang Yuhua's eyes twinkled, and he smiled, "I get it. You want to reveal the truth at the crucial moment, play the hero, and win Ruixue's favor, laying the groundwork for further interaction."

Yu Fei was taken aback, looking at Zhang Yuhua with a strange expression and giving him a thumbs up.

Zhang Yuhua said proudly, "No need to praise me, I'm naturally smart and clever."

Yu Fei rolled his eyes, this narcissist was really speechless.

Xu Feng led the foreign man into the Jubaizhai, quickly drawing the attention of the store.

Soon, Ximen Ruixue appeared, and upon seeing Xu Feng, a sweet smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"It's you, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Xu Feng smiled, "I didn't expect it either, that you would be here too."

Yu Fei and Zhang Yuhua were surprised; these two actually knew each other.

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