Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 589 - 569: I'll Beat the Living Daylights Out of You, Useless Brat

Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu returned to the street, waiting outside the Golden Character entrance. It wasn't long before Mr. Yang arrived.

"Didn't expect you two to finish browsing before me," Mr. Yang said cheerfully, holding a snuff bottle in his hand.

"Mr. Yang, did you find something good?"

"Not bad, this snuff bottle is from the Republic period, it's quite valuable," Mr. Yang said, playing with the snuff bottle and smiling, "I got it fairly cheap. Once back, I'll check the information, and if it's valuable, I'll donate it to the museum."

Ren Feng and the others chatted while walking forward.

On this ancient street, there was a building resembling an old inn. Mr. Yang led Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu inside, discovering a courtyard followed by rooms.

Pushing open a room, Ren Feng saw it filled with people—some chatting with hands clasped inside sleeves, others assessing antiques as if estimating value. An old man by the window was even using a magnifying glass.

"This is considered the most valuable exchange in the antique street," Mr. Yang said with a happy smile, "Every so often, there's an antique exchange held here, where you can either pay or barter. The items here are generally authentic."

Ren Feng was a bit surprised, and the people greeted Mr. Yang as he arrived.

"These antiques are traded first among individuals, and later, Mr. Xu will bring out the featured treasure. I've never missed a gathering yet," Mr. Yang said with a laugh.

Ren Feng nodded; it was his first time seeing such an antique exchange.

"I want to browse around first; there might be some good stuff," Mr. Yang's interest sparked once again.

Ren Feng internally laughed and cried, "Mr. Yang, go ahead."

"Alright, I'll come find you later."

Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu walked around, watching others trade.

There were three rooms here, the central room was huge, and the rooms on either side were also populated, with these individuals having significant status; without some financial prowess, one couldn't play in the world of antiques.

Mr. Liang was in a bad mood. He followed his father, thinking about the trick played by that boy earlier, feeling infuriated, and now wondering why he didn't get the items back.

Damn pride.

"Liang Fan, perk up. The family's business will rely on you taking over in the future," his father said calmly, "Pay close attention, observe, expand your view, and don't let yourself be deceived later."

"Don't worry, Dad, I have a discerning eye,"

Liang Fan replied casually, then suddenly saw Ren Feng not far away, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect this kid to be here too.

At that moment, Ren Feng was chatting with Jiang Moshu while examining the displayed antiques.

"Moshu, does your family also enjoy studying these?"

"They're not into it. My family is in the silk business and doesn't deal with antiques," Jiang Moshu replied, "But my dad likes them, and he knows Mr. Yang."

Ren Feng nodded in understanding, and at that moment, a familiar voice came from nearby.

"It's you again!"

Turning around, Ren Feng saw Mr. Liang once more.

"Mr. Liang, what a coincidence! Do you want to give me something else?" Ren Feng asked with a smile.

"You!"

Mr. Liang was instantly infuriated.

Jiang Moshu quietly tugged Ren Feng's clothes beside him, and Ren Feng said to Liang Fan, "Mr. Liang, if you're looking to get back the money from earlier, that's impossible, because I already sold it to the previous owner."

Liang Fan gritted his teeth in frustration.

Ren Feng walked away, saying to Liang Fan, "Sorry about that, Mr. Liang."

Jiang Moshu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "You can really anger people sometimes."

"I think so too, but only for people like him," Ren Feng leaned toward Jiang Moshu and whispered in her ear, "But for beauties like you, it usually tires me."

Jiang Moshu turned to see Ren Feng's mischievous smile.

Liang Fan was furious, watching Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu eye others' antiques, he secretly plotted to gain something here.

If you spot a treasure, I'll buy it outright, leaving you empty-handed!

Liang Fan made up his mind and followed Ren Feng.

Right then, Ren Feng was looking at a piece of jade, and Liang Fan glanced at it; it was worthless, so he didn't act.

Ren Feng put the jade down and moved to check out other items; this time, it was a set of small porcelain teacups.

This time, Liang Fan's eyes gleamed brightly.

Ren Feng also found the two sets of teacups quite nice, good for tea.

"I'm getting this,"

Liang Fan said from beside.

"Three hundred thousand."

Ren Feng shrugged and walked away, and as Ren Feng left, Liang Fan followed suit.

"He seems to be following us."

"Trying to compete with me, huh. Watch me make him suffer."

Ren Feng searched around, then saw an antique, and led Jiang Moshu over.

"How much for this?"

Ren Feng asked.

"Thirty thousand."

Ren Feng acted pensive, and just then Liang Fan also walked over, examining the jade bowl with a chip and old-looking pattern.

Good stuff!

Liang Fan's eyes instantly lit up.

"I'll offer thirty-five thousand."

Ren Feng looked at Liang Fan, furrowing his brows, "Mr. Liang, isn't this a bit underhanded?"

"What's underhanded about it? The highest bidder wins; it's common."

"Then I'll offer fifty-five."

Liang Fan coldly snorted, "I'll offer sixty-five thousand."

"Seventy thousand!"

"Eighty-five thousand!"

Ren Feng looked at Liang Fan, seemingly angry, trying to quote a price but couldn't.

The seller looked at Liang Fan, his face also lit up with joy.

"Deal?"

He extended his hand; if Liang Fan shook it, it meant the deal was done.

"Deal."

Liang Fan felt proud; this truly served two purposes, unexpectedly finding a Song Dynasty bowl, and soon his father would praise him while also take down Ren Feng.

"Kid, learn from this and don't offend people just starting out."

Ren Feng smiled, said nothing, and left with Jiang Moshu.

Liang Fan frowned, said nothing, and also took the seller to find his father.

"Dad, I picked up a bowl, can you take a look?"

His father took the bowl and looked at it: "How much did you pay for it?"

"Eighty-five thousand," Liang Fan said confidently.

"How much?"

"Eighty-five thousand," Liang Fan sensed something was off.

"Tell me again, how much did you pay?"

"Eighty, eighty-five thousand."

"I'll beat you, you wasteful thing! This is from the Republic period, not even worth ten thousand, and you paid eighty-five thousand!"

His father was simply furious, pulling his belt and whipping it at Liang Fan hard!

"Dad, I was wrong, don't chase me!"

"You wasteful thing, don't run! I'm going to teach you a good lesson!"