Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Sometimes, a bit of a sense of justice, combined with an anxious mindset and some retained abilities, can create a certain chemical reaction. At this moment, feeling displeased with Ma Teng and eager to make him leave the vase behind, along with the advantage of his own abilities, Wei Yuan suddenly became sharp-tongued, despite usually being someone who shies away from confrontation.
The people around burst into laughter upon hearing Wei Yuan's words. Ma Teng could only vent his anger on his subordinate. Although he intended to flatter himself and relieve his own frustration, he inadvertently allowed Wei Yuan to mock him in return, creating an unexpected synergy.
To maintain his image and after weighing the combat capabilities of Wei Yuan and Yang Ying, Ma Teng clearly felt he lacked absolute confidence, especially regarding Yang Ying. Although she appeared alluring on the surface, Ma Teng still sensed an inexplicable chill emanating from her that made him shudder, reminiscent of the aura she displayed when she first acted on the bus.
As a result, Ma Teng completely directed his anger at that subordinate, pointing at his head and scolding, "Do you really need to act like you're some kind of expert here? Did a big iron door slam on your head? Did your mother throw you away and raise you on your placenta...?"
The subordinate could only swallow this humiliation; for the sake of his high salary, playing the fool was part of his job requirements. Wei Yuan now understood why this guy's family had internal strife; he was simply an arrogant fool—dim-witted and cruel—whose words seemed to insult the subordinate but were actually aimed at Wei Yuan.
At this moment, Wei Yuan had no intention of arguing back; his goal was merely to persuade Ma Teng to hand over that pile of vase fragments. That was the priority of his current mission.
"I’m ready to pay for it. If you leave, will you leave the item for me?" Wei Yuan said.
"Have you paid? No, right? This vase is mine; even if it shatters into pieces, it's still mine. I just don’t like you, so I won’t sell it to you. What can you do about it?" Ma Teng replied.
This response ignited the fire within Wei Yuan. In fact, it proved that when a person becomes too emotional and their anger rises, two entirely different reactions can occur: one is chaotic thinking, and the other is an awakening of certain abilities.
At this point, Wei Yuan feigned disdain and said, "How much do you plan to sell this pile of broken vase fragments for? I could buy them just to smash them for fun; name your price."
Seeing Wei Yuan’s audacious demeanor surpassing his own, Ma Teng became furious and retorted, "I’m not short on money!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan squatted down to take another look at the vase without acknowledging Ma Teng. Instead, he turned to the distinguished old man nearby and said, "Grandpa Lan, I think you might have misjudged this time. This vase looks like cheap goods; it’s definitely not from the Song Dynasty. I estimate it's just something from around the time of the SARS outbreak."
Wasn't this clearly stating that his vase was fake? People like Ma Teng didn’t understand anything about antique appraisal; they were merely wealthy individuals looking for ways to spend their money by pretending to be cultured with some antiques or jade. Hearing Wei Yuan's words now made him look at the Blue Old Man with suspicion.
He suddenly felt that this old man seemed somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall where he had seen him before. However, judging by his demeanor—calm yet imposing—it was clear he wasn’t someone ordinary who could be easily imitated.
Grandpa Lan also seemed displeased with Ma Teng's behavior. Following Wei Yuan’s lead, he squatted down to examine the Listening Wind Bottle with a look of regret and said, "Could it be that I really misjudged this time? Young man, your eyesight isn’t bad; I must be getting old and useless."
Wei Yuan saw the elderly man starting to cooperate with him and immediately felt that this time the deception was likely to succeed. It seemed that fairness was indeed in the hearts of the people. For those who did not understand how to respect others, deceiving them was an obligation of every citizen!
Ma Teng felt uncertain after hearing the two, but still stubbornly said, "Even if it's fake, I won't sell it to you. You can play by yourself."
Wei Yuan laughed heartily a few times, making Ma Teng feel a bit uneasy. He then said, "Do I look like an idiot? Why would I spend money on your pile of fakes and take home a bunch of garbage? Do you think I'm as foolish as you?"
Hearing this, Ma Teng felt embarrassed and prepared to leave with his men. However, when he turned around, he heard Wei Yuan express regret towards the imposing elderly man, saying, "Grandpa Lan, it seems I've wasted my time again. I thought I could find some flaws to buy and fix up for a profit, but it turns out it's all fake goods. I absolutely despise those who flaunt fake items as if they're wealthy."
As expected, Ma Teng lost all composure upon being provoked by Wei Yuan. He immediately snarled, "Who are you calling fake? You think your grandson can fix this vase? It's just a pile of shards; what a scam!"
Wei Yuan feigned a mysterious demeanor and replied with a smile, "I only deal with genuine items. I'm not interested in playing with your counterfeit goods; go ahead and play by yourself!"
"You better not back down! I'm betting you can't fix this vase!" Ma Teng declared.
Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, but I never buy fakes; I wouldn't take a single cent."
"I don't need you to pay; I'll give it to you. I bet you can't fix it!"
Wei Yuan maintained his stance: "No free lunch. My mother taught me not to take things from strangers!"
Ma Teng grew increasingly furious: "You have to!"
"If I refuse, you'll definitely feel uneasy about losing face in front of so many people. You’ll think that if I don’t give you a chance to win against me, you won’t be satisfied. Alright, I accept. What do you want to bet?"
Seeing his plan succeed, Wei Yuan suppressed his laughter and put on a serious expression as he saw Ma Teng point at Yang Ying: "Let’s bet on this woman. If I lose, I'll give you one million!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan laughed and said, "I didn't expect my wife to be worth one million; that's quite surprising. I have no reason not to agree."
Ma Teng exclaimed excitedly, "Very good, three months as the deadline. After the deadline, I will definitely find you."
With that, Ma Teng rushed off with enthusiasm. Wei Yuan managed to acquire a pile of Vase Fragments rich in Spiritual Energy without spending a dime, instantly appearing overjoyed.
However, Yang Ying was furious at being sold out so easily. She rushed forward and grabbed Wei Yuan by the ear, saying, "You bastard! What do you think I am to you? How dare you use me as a bet!"
Wei Yuan turned around and smiled, "Darling, do you really think this is reliable? Does he think it's fifty years ago in Vietnam or the Philippines, where you can win a woman just by betting? Is there no law anymore?"
Hearing Wei Yuan's sweet nickname for her due to his excitement, Yang Ying felt a rush of happiness. "Did you realize what you just called me? Why do I feel my heart racing and my breath quickening? What's going on with you?"
At that moment, Wei Yuan looked serious and slapped his thigh nervously, saying, "Damn it! You don't have asthma, do you?"
Listening to Wei Yuan's clueless response, Yang Ying lightly pushed him on the face in anger and said, "Go to hell!"
Comment 0 Comment Count