Chapter 35 of 100

Chapter 35

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Guo Fatzi seemed to have traveled to many places and was very familiar with the local dialects, customs, and even some urban legends. He picked out some interesting stories to tell Yang Kang, who had never heard them before and was very curious, feeling a sense of longing in his heart, thinking that this was how one should live life.

As he was frequently urged to drink, Yang Kang became a bit confused and patted Guo Fatzi's shoulder, saying, "Fatzi, wait for me to find a way to sell that broken porcelain, then we'll split the money... then you can buy a big... big house..."

He knew that although the Yuan blue-and-white vase with the "Mozi Rescues Song" pattern was broken, it could still fetch a high price if repaired. As long as he and Guo Fatzi didn't mess around, this one vase would be enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Of course, when he said this, he felt a bit guilty. This thing wasn't his, but Guo Fatzi's. Since Guo Fatzi didn't understand the antiques market, he couldn't take advantage of him, right? Well, after he found someone to repair it and sell it, he would follow the industry rules and take a commission, and give the rest of the money to this fat guy.

As for the other two incredibly beautiful vases, Yang Kang decided to take advantage of the situation and use them as promotional items for the antique shop—anyway, Guo Fatzi had said he would give them to him.

"No... no..." Guo Fatzi was also quite drunk, slurring his words, "I want to buy this place... collect a lot of old stuff, and find you a lot of beautiful vases."

"Why do you want to collect so much old stuff?" Yang Kang, a bit confused, asked, "If you have money, why do you still collect old stuff?"

"If I have money, and I don't collect old stuff, what else would I do?" Guo Fatzi asked, "Little Prince, let me tell you, money is a damn thing! As long as it's enough to spend, why have too much? Ha..."

"If you have money, you can buy a big house, marry a beautiful wife, and have her give you a chubby son," Yang Kang, quite confused from drinking, squinted and smiled.

"Let me tell you... a wife is a troublesome thing," Guo Fatzi patted his shoulder hard and said, "I, the fat guy, have no interest in that troublesome thing."

In the end, both of them got quite drunk... Yang Kang felt that he had never drunk so much in his life. Since his father's death, he had never met such a good friend to talk to.

The next day, when Yang Kang woke up, he saw the outside world sparkling bright. Sunlight shone through the door crack, and he hurriedly rolled out of bed, vaguely remembering that he had drunk with Guo Fatzi yesterday, got quite drunk, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Looking around, he realized he was sleeping in Guo Fatzi's doghouse, covered with Guo Fatzi's shirt. He hurriedly checked his phone; it was already 8:20 AM, and he quickly got up.

Right, where was Guo Fatzi?

Thinking of this, Yang Kang hurriedly got out of bed and walked to the door, intending to open it. However, when he reached for the door, he found it locked from the outside.

Yang Kang was stunned for a moment. Guo Fatzi had gone out and locked him inside? When would that fat guy come back? Not until evening, right? Thinking of this, he suddenly felt anxious. If that fat guy came back in the evening, wouldn't it mean that the fat guy would lock him up for a whole day?

He had a very good impression of Guo Fatzi and felt they got along very well, but he couldn't be locked up for a whole day, right?

For no reason, he thought of Jiang Yan—after his father's death, he had lived with Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan, ostensibly out of kindness, had taken him in but made him live in a messy and dirty storage room.

When Jiang Yan's family went out to play, they locked the storage room from the outside. The storage room was half underground, with no windows. Once the door was closed, it was pitch black inside. He called out desperately, hoping someone would hear and open the door...

But his voice went hoarse, and no one paid attention to him. The flashlight's light gradually dimmed and finally went out.

Yang Kang thought he would die in the hot, dirty storage room.

But clearly, Jiang Yan just wanted to torment and humiliate him, not kill him. After locking him up for 24 hours, when he was in a semi-comatose state, Jiang Yan opened the storage room door.

After regaining consciousness, Yang Kang was really angry and wanted to move out in a fit of rage, but he was unwilling...

In his father's business, Jiang Yan had played a very unsavory role. He must know something, so even if he was enslaved and humiliated by their family, even if he lived in a messy and dirty storage room, he didn't move out.

But after observing quietly for two years, it seemed—Jiang Yan knew nothing? In those two years, no suspicious person had contacted Jiang Yan.

The seller and buyer of the "Dongjing Fenghua Lu" painting never appeared again, as if they had never existed in the vast sea of people.

While Yang Kang was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang. Hearing the phone ring, he relaxed. With the phone, he could contact the outside world, and Guo Fatzi didn't really intend to lock him up.

Yang Kang hurriedly walked over and picked up the phone. It was Huang Tang.

Answering the call, Huang Tang laughed heartily, "Little Prince, where are you? I've found you a good job. How will you thank me?"

"What good job?" Yang Kang hurriedly asked, "If it's a good job, I'll treat you to a meal."

"At least buy me a drink; treating me to a meal isn't enough," Huang Tang laughed, "A young girl is going to college and needs someone to tutor her in history. Isn't that your specialty? It's only from 8:30 AM to 11:00 AM on Saturdays and Sundays, with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan for two months. Isn't that a good deal?"

"It is a good deal," Yang Kang thought for a moment and asked, "Are there any requirements?"

"Not really, but they hope the tutor is professional and not someone who just talks nonsense," Huang Tang said, "You are a top student in the history department at Jinling University. If you're not professional, who else could be more professional?"

"Alright, where is it? I'll go check it out," Yang Kang said.

"Taoyuan Villa," Huang Tang said, "It's not far. I'll take you there tomorrow morning."

"Okay, thank you!" Yang Kang hurriedly thanked him.

"Haha, no need to thank me yet. Wait until it's settled, and remember to buy me a drink," Huang Tang laughed heartily and hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Yang Kang sat on the bed waiting for Guo Fatzi to come back. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long. He heard the door lock rattling, and then he saw Guo Fatzi push the door open and walk in.

"Ah... Little Prince, you're awake?" Guo Fatzi couldn't help but laugh when he saw Yang Kang was already awake.

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