Just like that, when Bi Xia and ng Chi left, Hao Xisheng was still in a daze, his face bewildered as he recalled what Bi Xia had just said.
"Anyway, I was looking for your master to ask for his help with sothing antique-related. But now it seems, you’re not bad either."
"By the way, since you’re not too attached to this shop anymore, I’ll co pick you up in a couple of days to go to Qing City with ," the young man snapped his fingers and winked, "I’ll co find you in a few days."
Hao Xisheng swallowed, wow, he just got poached by his idol...
So... thinking about his unreliable master, Hao Xisheng admitted, he was quite tempted...
[Your Majesty?]
’Hmm,’ Bi Xia responded lightly, ’I didn’t expect that instead of inviting an antique expert to join our Antique Trading City in Qing City, we’d end up in such a show...’
"Boss, about this Mr. Yao..."
Bi Xia shook his head, stopping ng Chi’s words. The two walked through the increasingly bustling streets, glancing at the dazzling array of antiques and trinkets in the shops along the way, and then looked away indifferently as they reached the entrance of Antique Street, practically opening the car doors and getting in simultaneously.
"Boss," ng Chi spoke again, seriously, "I feel like this Mr. Yao doesn’t really fit the role of an antique expert. On the contrary, he seems to have another identity..."
"Moreover, Country A seems to both fear and hate him."
Not denying ng Chi’s words, Bi Xia stroked his chin, saying, "We’ll ignore this for now. Without Mr. Yao, Hao Xisheng will do. After all, Hao Xisheng’s ability to identify antiques was truly passed down from Mr. Yao, and..."
With his starry eyes half-closed, "With the apprentice in our hands, isn’t it only a matter of ti before Mr. Yao cos to us on his own?"
Saying this, he turned his eyes to ng Chi, who was driving, "Never had the chance to ask, did you get injured?"
ng Chi laughed, "No, if I got injured over sothing like this, I should be thrown back into training, and start from the novice level."
Bi Xia also chuckled lightly, "I was just being considerate, lest it be said that I, as the boss, only care about Hao Xisheng and forget you. But if you dare to get hurt, you’ll have to go straight back to Qing City now."
"No way!" ng Chi feigned wide-eyed shock, "Boss, round-trip plane tickets are expensive!"
"Stop pretending," Bi Xia said, "You’re at least a branch manager; don’t tell you can’t afford a plane ticket?! Do you really think it’s appropriate to say in front of your boss that the company isn’t making money?"
ng Chi shivered slightly, "Heavens, no, I wasn’t saying that. I just ant... ahem, you know, people now realize that making money isn’t easy, so we have to spend wisely, to be able to reimburse..."
With a slap on his head, Bi Xia squinted and said coldly, "You really are getting sneakier. What, my money isn’t money to you? Am I not the one who covers your reimbursents?! Are you trying to save on my money now?!"
"Ouch!"
ng Chi covered his head with one hand while keeping the other on the steering wheel, gently rubbing his head, "No, really, no. What I earn is yours, boss. I’m just trying to earn more for you, to save you money."
Bi Xia smiled slightly, "Once you’re gone, I save a few days of your rent."
ng Chi: ...
"Boss."
"Speak."
"Do you rember that I used to be the one you loved the most?"
"That’s right," Bi Xia nodded, "the one I love the most is my mom."
ng Chi: ... No love left at all!
Bi Xia chuckled softly, his exquisite and indifferent face now relaxed. His low laughter slowly rose within the car, like a casually plucked guitar string, bringing a clear, crisp sound, as gentle and flowing as a trickling stream.
Pausing in his thoughts, ng Chi also smiled lightly, hey, making their boss laugh wasn’t easy. He indeed was quite capable.
In the learning space, 007 and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance, they silently looked at each other, and after a mont, 007 smiled wryly, [I really don’t know whether this is good or bad...]
Indeed, regardless of what it is, the unknown is the most terrifying...
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