Chapter 179: Solely My Method Chapter 179: The Resignee's Transaction (Third Update)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Indonesian Chinese merchants have been investing quite a bit in Jiangning recently, but that is not the focus of Chen Yi's attention.

Her eyes are truly beautiful!

Chen Yi pressed a compliment, and asked: "

You also want to buy this bed?"

"That's right."

"I am determined to get it." Chen Yi did so intentionally. Actually, if not for this Wu Jingjing's appearance, he would have left already.

The other party had not a shred of anger, and said in gentle but firm words: "I think Boss Huang would certainly prefer barter."

Chen Yi laughed, looking even more unguardedly into the other party's eyes.

Modern people, influenced by Europeans and Americans, seem to prefer double eyelids. But the beautiful eyes before him were completely Chinese in style; actually, she simply would not let anyone disperse their attention to anywhere beyond her pupils.

Pure and pitch-black, lively and clear.

Facing a girl with not a trace of anger, Chen Yi's eyes shone as he said: "Barter is also for balancing the price; as long as Boss Huang is willing to sell, I'm sure I can come up with the price."

Wu Jingjing tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and said: "We have several trees in Vietnam, all with diameters over 25 centimeters, not yet felled; if Boss Huang is interested, we can also care for them on your behalf."

Keeping a tree as a family heirloom, the degree of wealth accumulation is many times faster than putting it in a bank. Of course, the risk is also greater.

Competition is not the purpose, but the means; Chen Yi smiled watching Wu Jingjing, and did not put forward new demands.

"For now, let's still mainly focus on exhibition." Boss Huang the collector, making money through business, therefore unwilling to discuss price, only smiled and said: "If there is an intention to sell, I will definitely prioritize you."

Like "study it a bit," this kind of priority is indefinitely distant.

Wu Jingjing persuaded a couple more sentences, the other party insisted on not loosening their mouth, so she could only give up.

It could be seen that she truly liked this sandalwood grand bed very much, still lingering in front of it to admire further, and taking photos as mementos.

Chen Yi stood cheerfully to the side, pretending to accompany the viewing.

Finished looking at the wood quality, looked at the carving; finished looking at the carving, looked at the era...

Chen Yi's eyes were very good; seeing Wu Jingjing use traditional characters to record the words "Late Qing Early Republic" in her PDA, he laughed and said: "It should be from the Xianfeng era."

"Oh? How so?" Wu Jingjing looked at him.

Chen Yi smiled without answering, raised his head and said: "Boss Huang, is what I said correct?"

The other party said with considerable surprise: "Mr. Chen speaks correctly; it belonged to a Beile in the Qing Dynasty's Xianfeng era. Didn't expect you to be so versed in this field."

"Making a fool of myself, making a fool of myself." Chen Yi finished with a joking tone, and said: "Call me Xiao Yi; I can even know the specific year."

"Oh?"

"The carving time was 148 years ago, that is... 1855." Chen Yi did not at all attempt to touch on cultural relic knowledge beyond time, merely speaking the answer he perceived.

Boss Huang was astonished beyond measure, and hurriedly said: "Indeed it was produced in the 5th year of Xianfeng; Mr. Chen, great talent."

Very obviously, others only thought Chen Yi's speaking habit was such; who would delve deeper? To go a step further, people who can spout seemingly plausible antique knowledge are a dime a dozen, but those who can give an accurate time are few and far between.

Wu Jingjing sized Chen Yi up and down.

She put the PDA back into her handbag, blinked her eyes, and suddenly laughed: "You guys wouldn't have arranged this beforehand, would you?"

"How so?"

"This Zitan wood grand bed has no elements that could let you determine the exact era, right?"

Chen Yi fished out two Green Breath Berries from his pocket, chewed them, shook his head and said: "To know is to know; not to know is not to know."

This had a bit of an unfathomable flavor.

Wu Jingjing's face was somewhat red.

Chen Yi's words already carried a certain aggressiveness. She also couldn't well refute; from the content of the speech, she indeed had been a bit presumptuous.

10% good feeling increase lost effect at this moment; Wu Jingjing nodded to the two, moved her lotus steps lightly and left.

Chen Yi laughed and stood up, shrugged at Boss Huang and said: "Looks like only the two of us know that we two parties did not arrange anything."

Boss Huang laughed heartily, and said: "In previous years, I also quite liked using artworks to pick up girls; now I'm lazy, so I drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes."

He patted his own chest and said: "From my experience, being direct is simpler. Girls who know artworks are a minority after all; how many girls can't even tell an Audi A8 from a Passat? If you don't drive a BMW, how can you pick them up."

Chen Yi also laughed.

Boss Huang sighed for a long while, then laughed again: "You picked the wrong person; since she says she's an Indonesian Chinese representative, she's definitely a member of the Chinese Merchants General Association or such institution; having money is certain, and she might even be smart."

Chen Yi felt this old man was quite interesting, and laughed: "Smart is not bad."

"Smart is the worst. Smart girls... hehe... driving a Mercedes won't get them; giving a Mercedes is a bit too expensive."

"You old man truly are something." Chen Yi laughed and walked away.

It seems his Green Breath Berries had no effect on Wu Jingjing, but worked quite well on Boss Huang.

The Chinese-heritage girl went up to the Second Floor; Chen Yi paused Downstairs for a moment, waited until Professor Lang arrived, and then forgot the matter just now, only keeping it in memory.

Beautiful women in the world are many; once past, it's past.

Professor Lang was still that fat, soft cloth shoes on his feet, walking on the floor still making creaking sounds; he finished speaking with the few people who came before, then pulled Chen Yi's hand and laughed: "Heard you snatched a research topic? Not bad, heroes emerge from youth."

"You're not worried I got it through the backdoor, a topic obtained that way?"

"What does that matter." Professor Lang was very open-minded, and laughed: "A kid like you, if truly willing to devote yourself to research, I'll be the first to raise my hand in support; no matter how it started, if you can figure out antiques, you can definitely figure out projects. China's academic circles don't lack geniuses; they lack funds, and lack persistent young people. Background is very important; without background, a perfectly good topic stops the moment they say stop. Digressed; let's talk about today's matter."

Professor Lang pointed at those antiques, and said: "I originally prepared to personally call you; didn't expect you to come this early."

He pulled Chen Yi's arm, went to a place with fewer people, and said in a low voice laughing: "This Furniture Appraisal, I want to develop it worldwide, so I need to guarantee two points. First, no fakes; second, return the real ones to people; so I need some friends to help, only meals provided, no salary..."

Although a finance student, Chen Yi liked Professor Lang of the Archaeology Department more; he thought and said: "I can squeeze out 20 hours recently."

"Enough." Professor Lang settled the matter with a final word, smiling: "You just need to help appraise foreign cultural relics from before and after the Renaissance, confirm the dates are correct, and you don't need to worry about anything else."

This was still the procedure from that day appraising the Vatican cultural relics.

With the serious business settled, he dragged Chen Yi off to meet friends, looking every bit the posture of a friendship across generations.

Chen Yi greeted people all along the way, thinking to himself: If Grandpa knew I had a professor as a cross-generational friend, that would truly be a tremendously face-gaining thing.

Wandering from the first floor to the second floor, standing above and looking down at the antiques in the skywell, there was another flavor entirely. For instance, the top of that zitan wood grand bed was surprisingly also carved with over a hundred immortal cranes.

"This Beile, is a cow-nose, right."

Behind the zitan wood, a familiar figure flashed past.

Chen Yi didn't see the other's face clearly, yet the memory automatically and consciously surfaced.

Stani!

Chen Yi hurried downstairs, cursing inwardly: That Mark guy, didn't he say he went back to Italy?

Going around the zitan wood grand bed, there was a set of pottery, displayed in a half-exposed glass cabinet, blocking most of the way.

Stanik's flowing blond hair flashed past up ahead again.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, then turned from the right side of the display cabinet, passed the pillar, and arrived at the outermost corridor.

Colorful large glass was everywhere here, and under the light's reflection, there were multicolored rays of light. Stanik stood up ahead, steady as the Apennine Mountains.

"It wouldn't be another duel, would it." Chen Yi involuntarily looked at his palm.

New flesh had grown out, but the skin tone was uneven, still giving away the tell.

Stanik looked at Chen Yi coldly.

"Didn't you go back to Italy?" The latter lifted his chin, asking him with a victor's posture.

After a long silence, Stanik answered: "I can't just go back like this."

"Oh? Then what do you still want?"

Chen Yi had long since covered his whole body with 30 centimeters of Pocket Qi; unless it was close-range sniping or a bomb, he feared no sneak attack.

And after Stanik answered, he almost in a single instant tore open the Strength Scroll and Agility Scroll in his space storage ring.

He still had two Skill Copy Scrolls, more than enough for self-defense.

A series of actions, spoken of slowly, but done extremely fast. Stanik blinked twice, looked at Chen Yi again, and felt there had been a huge change.

However, he had no time to think carefully, and under Chen Yi's killing gaze, said: "To speak without taboo, the divergence between our two sides lies in Han Jie. I'm about to return to Italy, the mission is also over, and there is no longer any intersection between me and Han Jie."

If you didn't look at the face, no one would guess the one speaking Chinese was a ghost guy.

After a string of explanations, he said: "I want to make a deal with you."

"I have no interest."

"I have information you like."

"Oh?"

"The Mitsubishi Group's behavior in Jiangning, you've surely heard of it, right? The wharf they bought will cooperate with the Mingde Group for development."

"You know quite a lot?" Chen Yi genuinely became interested.

Stanik said coldly: "I can only say, Mitsubishi and Mingde's plan will seriously damage Jiangning's interests, and thereby damage your Chen Family's interests. If you're willing to listen, you just need to do me a small favor."

"Hm?"

"Help me release Schnod and the others." When he stated his purpose, his heartbeat rapidly accelerated.

These 19 people were closely related to him; if he could bring them back to Italy, on one hand it would reduce his own crimes, on the other it would be the support for a comeback.

Because the one offended was the Jiangning Chen Family's Young Master Xiao, Zhu Guangliang who was hugging a thigh kept them imprisoned. Facing foreigners with status, the government might back down; for foreigners without background, their fate was not much different from African black uncles.

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