Treasure identifying Golden Finger

0Finally, all of the guests had left the Fangzheng Hall, Faang Cheng's family also returned, the only ones left in the shop were Manager Xiao and Zhang Xiaotian, who were counting the income. There were also Zhou Yan and the Master Chun who were cleaning the battlefield after the ceremony.    0

    

"Not bad, Faang Cheng, this shop looks really good..."    

    

Elder Wen nodded her head in praise as she looked around the shop.    

    

"Actually, it's all because of the Manager Xiao. I just sat there and enjoyed the show!"    

    

laughed. Elder Wen liked Faang Cheng's personality just like that. She was modest but not inferior, confident but not arrogant.    

    

"Faang Cheng, you open a store, my old man has nothing to give you. Just treat this as my gift!"    

    

The Elder Wen turned around and indicated to the Fourth Master Qi. The Fourth Master Qi nodded his head slightly and took out a square box that was about twenty centimeters long, passing it over to Faang Cheng. Faang Cheng was startled for a moment, and then immediately understood that when he gave the Field-yellow Stone to the Elder Wen, the Elder Wen had to pay him back in the beginning, but afterwards, the seemed to have suddenly realized something and stopped bringing up this topic. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. This gift … It must be something extraordinary. He could feel the spiritual energy in his body surging.    

    

"Elder Wen, you …"    

    

"I coincidentally obtained this when I went to Tibet with the archaeological team 20 years ago. The local high monks said that this thing was spiritual, but it has been stored in the bottom of the box for so many years. When I heard you say that you wanted to give some jade pieces to your family that day, I remembered it.    

    

Wen Qiming laughed as she spoke to Faang Cheng. Seeing that Faang Cheng wanted to say something, the Elder Wen cut him off.    

    

"Oh right, I have an extra present for you!"    

    

He took an envelope from his beloved disciple and passed it over to Faang Cheng.    

    

"This is …"    

    

Faang Cheng received the letter doubtfully. He took out the object inside the envelope and looked at it, only to see a big red velvet cover with the words "letter of offer" written on it.    

    

"We are here to invite Comrade Faang Cheng to be the director of the National Cultural Relics Association and to contribute to the cause of national cultural relics!"    

    

The signature was also sealed by the National Cultural Relics Association's red seal, appearing both solemn and formal!    

    

"Elder Wen, why is the appointment letter coming down so quickly?"    

    

Faang Cheng said to the Elder Wen with a smile.    

    

"How could it not be good for teacher to step in personally? Faang Cheng, teacher has been in the Artifact Association for so many years, yet you have never praised anyone or even opened windows for the heavens. Even I had gone through strict association review and voting at that time, and you were the first one who directly joined. Teacher, aren't you being a little too biased?    

    

Fourth Master Qi intentionally said to Faang Cheng with a jealous tone.    

    

"You, a man in your fifties. Fighting with a twenty-something year old for jealousy, you're so embarrassed that you're flustered!"    

    

The Elder Wen shook her head and laughed, then continued to speak with Faang Cheng.    

    

"Alright, since Faang Cheng's new shop is open, there must be a lot of work to do. We two old men, one big and one small, should not stand around and get in the way. Oh right, Faang Cheng, what is the matter with the association? There will be a special secretary informing you, and in a few days, there will be an antiques fair in Shanghai, and there will be a lot of people from within the association.    

    

"Alright, I understand Elder Wen. I will prepare well!"    

    

Faang Cheng respectfully replied!    

    

After sending the Elder Wen and the Fourth Master to the Fangzheng Hall door and watching them get in the carriage to leave, Faang Cheng noticed that the gazes of a few people at the door seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally glancing towards the Fangzheng Hall. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then returned to the rear hall of the Fangzheng Hall!    

    

"Zhou Yan, there are a few people at the door that aren't right!"    

    

Faang Cheng called out to Zhou Yan, who put down the items in his hands and walked over.    

    

"I already noticed it when the opening ceremony began. He's just a hooligan, he shouldn't be a threat to us!"    

    

Before they could finish their words, they heard a ruckus coming from the outer hall. The two looked each other in the eye and quickly left the inner hall!    

    

Zhang Xiaotian and Da Han stood right in front, looking at the delinquents with serious expressions on their faces. In the Fangzheng Hall, anything could easily cost up to hundreds of thousands or even millions. If this baseball bat went down, the only thing they would be able to do was hear it.    

    

"Today is the opening day of our store, but everyone seems to be …" "It doesn't seem like I'm here to support the store."    

    

Faang Cheng's indifferent tone revealed his anger.    

    

"Hmph, can't you tell what we want to do? Didn't you start your business today? My surname is Mao, and I'm known as Brother Mao. This piece of land you're opening is under Brother Mao's protection. You can ask around and find out. Under Brother Mao's care, this piece of business is booming! "Of course, I, Brother Mao, do not open a charity hall. If you want me to protect you, you will have to pay some kind of price. Thirty thousand yuan a month, I guarantee that you will never have to worry about anything!"    

    

The leader of the hooligans said shamelessly while stroking the wisp of yellow hair on his forehead.    

    

"To put it simply, we have to collect protection fees. Why do you have to make it sound so grand? It gives me a headache to talk so much! "    

    

Zhang Xiaotian scratched her ears helplessly.    

    

"What's going on, Cheng, are we going to fight them one by one or queue up?"    

    

Faang Cheng smiled at Zhang Xiaotian and took a few steps forward to look at him.    

    

"You definitely won't be able to accept the protection fee from me. Instead, I'd really like to know which cowardly turtle came to find you? He didn't dare to step out himself, so he just asked some of you little brats to keep up a good show? "How cowardly!"    

    

Faang Cheng leisurely walked to the person who called himself Brother Mao, and slightly lifted his eyelids. His eyes were filled with contempt and ridicule.    

    

"Let me guess who it is …"    

    

It was impossible for Shen Yuzhou and Qin Minglang to both be in the capital. Wen Jun was still in jail, but Zhang Haoloong did not dare to do it either. His grandfather was still here, so the only thing left was … Qin Hao!    

    

"Hmph, as expected of a cowardly person, the kind of person this cowardly person found …" "I don't think he's any better!"    

    

"What did you say …"    

    

Brother Mao was obviously angered by Faang Cheng's words. He raised the baseball bat in his hand and smashed it down towards Faang Cheng's head, but Faang Cheng suddenly made his move, and forcefully received the baseball bat with his arm. With a "Kacha" sound, the bowl-sized baseball bat was split into two, and when Brother Mao saw the broken baseball bat, his eyes were as big as bells!    

    

Faang Cheng raised his broken baseball bat and smashed it towards the delinquent's face, and with just that one strike, he flipped the furry guy onto the ground. It was so painful that he covered his face and grimaced in pain, and the other delinquents behind him saw that their boss had been knocked to the ground and immediately rushed forward with their baseball bats in hand. Zhang Xiaotian and the others hastily rushed forward and knocked these useless delinquents down in a matter of seconds with no effort at all.    

    

"Go back and tell Qin Hao not to use such a childish method, he's just a joke in my eyes, heh, collect protection fees? Looks like Qin Hao did not tell you what kind of person I am, as he called you here … This is simply courting death! "    

    

Faang Cheng watched as those hooligans left, and the disdain in his heart towards Qin Hao grew even more. He only dared to play with these kind of despicable tricks, this Qin Hao was truly not as good as his brother Qin Minglang!    

    

"A bunch of petty thieves. It's not worth arguing with, but you can stay in the store for the next few days, idiot. If they harm the things in the shop, we won't be able to make up for it. These antiques can't be measured by money alone!"    

    

Even though Faang Cheng did not put Qin Hao in his eyes, he still had to be careful.    

    

"Alright!"    

    

"Yes, sir!"    

    

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