Knock knock.
There ca two knocks at the door, and Zhang Chang glanced outside before standing up and saying, "They’re here."
Li Feng also stood up and walked towards the door.
"We et again."
A fat man stood at the door and greeted Li Feng proactively: "Young Master Zhang, Young Master Li, please co in."
Li Feng looked at the fat man, who was none other than Wen Tong, the sa fat man he had encountered at the exhibition in the dayti, the one who called any beautiful woman his wife. What was he doing here?
"Young Master Li, I had no idea you were a descendant of the prestigious Li Family. It’s truly a case of not knowing each other until we fight. From now on, I hope for Young Master Li’s guidance."
Wen Tong changed his previously arrogant deanor to a more rounded one.
Li Feng hadn’t expected that this Wen Tong also had connections with the wealthy clubs. Wen Tong led the way, chatting away, while Li Feng turned to look at Zhang Chang beside him.
"Brother Zhang, is this fat man also a mber of your club?" Li Feng’s voice was neither loud nor low, and it was audible to Wen Tong.
Zhang Chang grunted, "He is one of the eight major rchants of the club."
Wen Tong chuckled, turned his head, and looked at Li Feng: "Young Master Li, if you want to know about my identity, you could have asked directly. It’s no secret."
"Just as Young Master Zhang said, I’m one of the eight major rchants of the club. This status is similar to a professional manager outside, but we only serve the mbers of the club."
"If a mber of the club has spare cash and doesn’t have many ways to make money personally, they can hand the money over to us, and we will appreciate this wealth, ensuring a considerable return rate every year."
"Of course, each of the eight major rchants has their specialty. I happen to excel at antiques, gold, stone, and jade ware. If you entrust with your items, Young Master Li, a trillion might be an exaggeration, but selling them for a hundred or two hundred billion isn’t impossible."
Listening to what Wen Tong said, the club’s rchant was indeed a professional manager, but in comparison to those outside, the starting point of a club’s rchant was much higher, with access to far more resources.
Having this club as a backing ant having connections and resources. Making a profit was a sure thing, and becoming a rchant with the club’s endorsent was no wonder the fat man was so arrogant.
"Here we are, Tingyu Pavilion, please co in."
Even though they were underground, upon entering Tingyu Pavilion, there was no feeling of the oppression that cos with being below ground. Breezes wafted through and the sound of raindrops could be heard, as if it were raining outside.
Inside Tingyu Pavilion, everything was antique, with highly sought-after Huanghuali and Zitan wood readily visible.
In front of a Huanghuali desk, a young man with his robes half-undone, sowhat dressed like a free-spirited artist, held a wine pot in one hand while his other splashed ink onto the desk, looking quite dashing.
"Young Master Ye, your calligraphy is strong and forceful, your brush strokes like dragons and snakes. You have captured the essence within the words."
Wen Tong approached, delivering a small complint directly.
"Have it mounted."
Ye Haolong put down his brush and glanced at Zhang Chang and Li Feng. Zhang Chang stepped forward: "Young Master Ye, this is Li Feng whom you wanted to et."
"Li Feng, this is Ye Haolong, Young Master Ye."
Zhang Chang introduced them.
"Take a seat."
Ye Haolong took a look at Li Feng, his eyes carrying a hint of disdain. He already knew so of Li Feng’s background information, and frankly, just the identity of an illegitimate child was not worth his attention.
"I called you here to ask if that Queen of the Apartnt Towers is yours."
Ye Haolong sat casually on a chair made of Huanghuali wood from the Ming Dynasty.
"It’s mine," Li Feng said.
Ye Haolong humd, "Nice item, I really like it. Send it to ."
Zhang Chang knew Ye Haolong’s temperant all too well; if he fancied sothing, he would get it. Refusal was not an option.
The only outco for things he couldn’t get was grim.
His gaze involuntarily turned to Li Feng. He had interacted with Li Feng a few tis and knew that Li Feng was not one to easily submit.
"Okay," Zhang Chang subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, hoping Li Feng had heeded his earlier advice.
"But, can you afford it?"
Li Feng picked up a teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface, and added casually.
Ye Haolong was taken aback for a mont and turned his head to look at Li Feng, "Did you just talk about money with ?"
Wen Tong also hadn’t expected Li Feng to be so bold here, "Li Feng, do you know who you’re talking to? Young Master Ye is one of the directors of the club."
Young Master Ye fancying your item is to your credit, and you dare talk about money? Have you gone crazy for money?"
Li Feng looked up at Wen Tong, "If we’re not talking about money, should we discuss personal relationships then? It seems like we’re not that close."
"Li Feng, don’t be ungrateful. You’re nothing more than an illegitimate child of the Li Family. Even if Li Zidong were here, he wouldn’t dare say ’no’ to Young Master Ye."
"Young Master Ye taking a mont to et you here is already giving you a lot of face. Don’t be unappreciative."
Wen Tong looked at Li Feng coldly.
"You want money, right? No problem. What you said just now is quite right. We don’t have a personal relationship, so what else is there to discuss but money?"
"I was originally planning to introduce you to the club, but since you’ve said this, let’s discuss money." Ye Haolong stood up and walked to the desk, opened a drawer, and rummaged around. He pulled out a one-yuan coin from inside and slapped it on the teacup table next to Li Feng.
"It wasn’t easy to find such a coin here."
"Is that enough?" Ye Haolong looked at Li Feng, who dared to discuss money with him, with a continuous cold smile. This guy really didn’t know the extent of his own capabilities. If Li Feng had been sensible, he would have given him a benefit and exceptionally allowed him into the club.
Not expecting him to be so ungrateful and dare to discuss money with him.
Talk conditions with him? You’re not worthy.
Zhang Chang was sweating bullets, signaling to Li Feng frantically, while Wen Tong sneered secretly. Idiot, this guy is really a stubborn fool, offending Young Master Ye like that. Even if your father was Li Mingrui, you can forget about mixing in these circles anymore.
Li Feng looked at the one-yuan coin next to his hand.
"Young Master Ye, you really must be desperate, to offer such a coin." Li Feng picked up the coin and looked at Wen Tong, who had a sneering look of disdain, across from him.
"This fat man offered two hundred billion, but I haven’t said a word. What makes you think your one-yuan coin can buy the Queen of Lan Country from ?"
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