Chapter 42

"Absolutely not!" Yang Kang couldn't help but say, "Fatty, that's an antique, very valuable — I sold it for 12 million, I made a profit, and I took 2 million as a commission, leaving you with 10 million."

Yang Kang felt that taking 2 million as a commission seemed a bit unscrupulous, so when he said this, his face turned red, feeling as if it was on fire.

"12 million? Who's the fool?" Guo Fatty chuckled, "Little Prince, please don't tease me."

"Fatty, give me your account number," Yang Kang really didn't know what to say.

"Little Prince, I gave you that old paper yesterday," Guo Fatty said with a smile, "If you found a fool to sell it for 12 million, that's your skill. Don't always think about giving me money, it makes me feel — like I'm your fool, and that's not a good feeling."

"But..." Yang Kang scratched his head, feeling somewhat defeated. Why did he always feel that he and this fatty had poor communication?

"Little Prince, are we friends?" Guo Fatty asked seriously over the phone.

"Of course!" Yang Kang said, "We are naturally friends."

Guo Fatty said, "We are friends. You like these old things, so I gave them to you — whether you find a fool to sell them or keep them for yourself, it's your business. Don't always mention money, don't you think it hurts our friendship?"

Yang Kang felt that his inability to find a job wasn't without reason; he lacked the skill to talk his way out of things, and he couldn't argue with Guo Youde, that big fatty.

In the phone, Guo Fatty's voice came again, "Little Prince, if I had spent a lot of money on the things I gave you, it would be different, but I tell you, those things are really just junk, useless. So, don't mention money to me. If you mention money again, in the future, if I find any nice vases, old paintings, or scrap metal, I'll rather smash them than give them to you."

"No, no, no..." Yang Kang hurriedly said, "Fatty, don't smash them, please don't smash them..."

If anyone else said this, Yang Kang wouldn't take it seriously; who would smash antiques? But when Guo Fatty said it, he had to take it seriously because that fatty had already smashed things before.

That Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white "Mozi Rescues Song" vase was smashed by him.

This fatty couldn't be treated with common sense.

"Then, don't mention that damn money to me in the future," the fatty said.

"I won't, but, Fatty, if you ever need money, remember to find me," Yang Kang hurriedly said. This money wasn't just his.

"Deal!" Guo Fatty laughed heartily, "Little Prince, you and I hit it off. If I ever have trouble, I won't be polite with you either."

"Let's settle it like that," Yang Kang said.

"Alright, I have something to do, my old uncle is scolding me, I can't chat with you anymore." With that, Guo Fatty hung up the phone directly.

Yang Kang stared at his phone, this Guo Fatty was truly a man of passion, treating money like dirt. This kind of magnanimity wasn't something ordinary people could have.

Not long after hanging up, the phone rang again.

Yang Kang picked it up and saw it was Huang Tang calling, reminding him not to forget to go to Taoyuan Villa the next morning to tutor a little girl.

Only then did he remember that he had to tutor a little girl the next day.

Thinking about this, Yang Kang felt a bit troubled. What did this little girl want to learn? Should he read some books and cram a bit so that he wouldn't be laughed at by the little girl? But Huang Tang only said that the little girl wanted to go to college and needed to study history, without specifying which part.

If it was foreign history, Yang Kang felt that although he knew a bit, he wasn't proficient, and whether he could handle this job was uncertain.

He seemed to have exaggerated, saying, "As long as it's a liberal arts subject, I can handle it!" It was purely boasting, just to fool the uneducated Huang Detective.

The next morning at eight o'clock, Huang Tang drove the old Aokang to pick him up.

"Little Prince, get in the car," Huang Tang waved his fist and smiled at Yang Kang.

Huang Tang was 1.8 meters tall, strong and muscular, with dark skin. Having served in the military for two years, he had a unique aura.

Yang Kang opened the passenger door, got in, and fastened his seatbelt, smiling, "Tell me the address, I can go by myself."

"I have nothing to do recently, I'll take you there," Huang Tang said, "And I want to ask you a question."

Yang Kang smiled and asked, "What question? I only know some history..."

"I don't know if this counts as history," Huang Tang sighed, feeling the regret of not having enough knowledge when he needed it.

"What question?" Yang Kang leaned back in the car seat, curious, "Which mistress wants to know what brand of perfume the wife likes?"

"If it were that, would I need to ask you?" Huang Tang said, somewhat annoyed, "What do you know about perfume?"

"You're right, I don't know anything about perfume," Yang Kang said, amused. After all, as a private detective, the tasks Huang Tang received were generally these kinds.

Men being unfaithful, going out and hooking up, wives not knowing their whereabouts and not being good at tracking, in such cases, finding Huang Tang was definitely the right choice.

On the other hand, some mistresses wanting to secure a long-term relationship would view the wife as a thorn in their side and would try to find out her preferences and so on.

Huang Tang had once received commissions from both the wife and the mistress, and the man turned out to be the same person. He told Yang Kang about this strange case, leaving Yang Kang stunned and marveling at the diversity of the world.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Yang Kang asked.

"What is the 'Jinshan Shengji Tu'?" Huang Tang asked.

"Damn!" Yang Kang couldn't help but curse, "You have it?"

"What?" Huang Tang was puzzled, "I don't understand. Tell me, what is the 'Jinshan Shengji Tu'?"

"Can't you look it up online?" Yang Kang was speechless, he said.

"I know, I looked it up online, it seems to be a painting?" Huang Tang frowned.

"There you go, it's a painting!" Yang Kang said.

"An ancient painting?" Huang Tang said, "I saw online that it's said to be painted by Tang Bohu? This guy — isn't he known for erotic paintings? I remember you said his erotic paintings are the best, but the 'Jinshan Shengji Tu' doesn't seem to be an erotic painting?"

"You —" Yang Kang didn't know what to say. He had said other things, but he didn't remember them. He had casually mentioned that Tang Bohu was known for erotic paintings, and he remembered it.