Chapter 91

Right, this is the red coral.

In the early years when Yang Kang's mother was still alive, she had bought a red coral ring, a fine one set in 18k gold. The 18k gold itself wasn't worth much, but the not-so-big red coral had cost over 20,000. Back then, 20,000 was a significant amount.

After his mother passed away, the red coral ring was buried with her. As a man, he usually didn't pay much attention to things like coral and agate, so he didn't really notice it.

However, this bead is larger than the ring his mother used to wear, and it is perfectly round, with a bright and vivid color, looking like a flame. It must be quite valuable.

"Scholar, I can't accept such an expensive gift from you," Yang Kang said hurriedly.

Guo Fatzi glanced at it from the side, with a look of disdain, and said, "Who knows where you dug this thing up from an old grave? How can you even have the nerve to show it?"

"What old grave?" Feng Xiucai said angrily, "This bead has a great history!"

"Alright, which princess's ornament is it?" Guo Fatzi still sneered.

"It's from Empress Dowager Cixi!" Feng Xiucai said, his head held high and a smug look on his face.

"Really?" Yang Kang was genuinely interested and asked curiously, "How do you know it's from Empress Dowager Cixi?"

"Little Prince, he's lying to you, and you believe him?" Guo Fatzi, knowing Feng Xiucai's background, couldn't help but say, "Out of ten things he says, you'd be lucky to believe one or two. Be careful in the future."

"I..." Hearing Guo Fatzi's criticism, Feng Xiucai was about to explode, but looking at his own thin and weak body and then at Guo Fatzi, he backed down.

"Little Prince, don't pay attention to that simple-minded, muscle-bound guy. Let me tell you, this fire coral, although not from Empress Dowager Cixi, is from a second-rank official's hat in the Qing Dynasty. Keep it as a plaything!" Feng Xiucai said.

"I can't accept it even more!" Yang Kang shook his head repeatedly. He could see that the fire coral had a thick and shiny patina from being handled, clearly not a recent item.

Jewelry and antiques are valuable, so he couldn't accept it.

"Alright!" Guo Fatzi took the fire coral from Yang Kang, looked at it against the light, and shook his head, saying, "What's the point of being so polite about this broken thing? Besides, he wants to buy a car. Is this thing enough? Is it worth a broken bowl?"

Feng Xiucai, feeling defeated by Guo Fatzi, said honestly, "It's not enough. Fatso, can you lend me some money? You know—my master is too stingy."

"Go ask Monkey for a loan. I'm not that stupid to lend you money. You still owe me from last time," Guo Fatzi shook his head.

"Then, can we use the money from the broken bottle we sold to buy the car?" Yang Kang looked at Guo Fatzi and said, "Fatso, I can't drive your car. Let's not buy a Porsche. A regular car, around 200,000, would be fine."

Yang Kang felt that a car worth 200,000 to 300,000 was good in terms of cost-effectiveness. A car worth over a million was more for showing off.

"That broken bottle is yours, and the money is yours to use as you see fit. Don't ask me," Guo Fatzi shook his head. "But, Little Prince, if you're buying a car for yourself and Xiucai, you should listen to Xiucai and buy a Porsche. He's a luxury addict and will think that a 200,000 to 300,000 car isn't good enough for him."

"Right, someone as noble as me can't drive such a low-class car. I'd rather walk," Feng Xiucai said, his head held high and a smug look on his face.

Yang Kang was truly surprised that Feng Xiucai was a luxury addict, so he felt a mix of amusement and frustration.

Turning around, he carefully observed Feng Xiucai. Indeed, he hadn't noticed before, but the watch on his wrist was a Rolex, and his shoes and belt were from a foreign luxury brand. The fabric of his clothes was definitely silk, and the craftsmanship was exquisite.

"Little Prince, his clothes are purely handmade. His mother is the boss of Suzhou's Embroidery Workshop. Do you think he's poor? He's just spending himself into poverty," Guo Fatzi, knowing what Yang Kang was thinking, couldn't help but say, "He spends money like water and doesn't know how to make money. He deserves it."

"Didn't I put all my money into stocks recently?" Feng Xiucai said loudly, "How can you say I don't know how to make money?"

"Stocks?" Guo Fatzi couldn't help but laugh, "Talk to Monkey about stocks."

Yang Kang finally understood that Feng Xiucai's brain was indeed sharp. His main business seemed to be "grave robbers and sand miners," and he also liked to trade stocks. Hearing Guo Fatzi's contempt, he probably wasn't very good at investing.

"Everyone makes mistakes, and horses can stumble. It's normal, very normal," Feng Xiucai quickly countered, "Monkey made a mistake, a mistake!"

"Anyway, that ten million isn't yours, so you don't feel the pain," Guo Fatzi added.

"Fatso, does Monkey usually do renovation business?" Yang Kang was very curious about these people.

"Yes, Monkey usually does renovation business. But, Little Prince, I won't tell you that Monkey's father is a professional locksmith," Guo Fatzi chuckled.

"Locksmith?" Yang Kang was still confused; it was a common profession.

"It's different from ordinary locksmiths. He's a professional, to be specific, he's a master thief," Feng Xiucai interjected, "Monkey has been gifted since childhood and is skilled in various mechanisms."

"Is he from the Gongsun family or the Mo family?" Yang Kang asked almost instinctively.

"Ah?" Feng Xiucai was taken aback and asked, "Little Prince, you know about this?"

"Qin Shi Ming Yue—I've been watching it recently. It's about mechanisms," Yang Kang smiled awkwardly, as he didn't really understand these things.

"Nowadays, when people talk about mechanisms, they think it's unbelievable, but in fact, they exist in our daily lives," Feng Xiucai smiled.

"For example—locks," Yang Kang, understanding, smiled and said. He felt that both Feng Xiucai and Guo Fatzi were very comfortable to be around.

"Right, if you're interested, you can ask Monkey. To be honest, it's not as magical as it seems. Anyway, let's get serious. When we get to your place, we'll discuss it properly. I received a call from my master and rushed over. First, we need to discuss getting a Porsche, and second, there's something odd about your father's case. My master thinks the investigation might be off track," Feng Xiucai said.

"Off track?" Yang Kang frowned and asked.

"Yes, definitely off track," Feng Xiucai suddenly changed the subject, "I feel that my original hypothesis was flawed."

"Aren't you the smartest person in the world, even smarter than Zhuge Liang?" Guo Fatzi couldn't help but mock.

"Fatso, don't interrupt," Feng Xiucai shook his head, "Our direction is wrong... and I suspect it's way off."

"Fatso told me about the master's hypothesis yesterday, and I thought it was almost correct," Yang Kang said softly, "How can the direction be wrong?"

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