Chapter 1393: Fantasy Antique Shop Part‑Time Job Record 27

The next day.

Jin Chen was invited to Star Capital University, and Ying Wu Shu and Luo Qiu went together to attend the gathering.

"I'll go see the principal first; let me know when you're done," Jin Chen said.

"I know, go ahead," Ying Wu Shu smiled and nodded obediently.

"Tsk… tsk tsk."

Luo Qiu shook his head, and only after Jin Chen left did he dare tease: "Ying Wu Shu, your relationship is getting better and better; soon you'll surpass me, this super good friend!"

Ying Wu Shu thought for a moment, then went with Luo Qiu to the Area Three Building, saying, "You… are not the same."

"Yes, yes, of course it's different."

Luo Qiu chuckled secretly, "You just haven't noticed that some people have already quietly fallen for each other."

"What…" Ying Wu Shu pressed her lips, the smile in her eyes not fading, "Stop teasing me, let's go."

The cafeteria's third area occupies the whole hotel building, which has nine floors; the lower six floors are various food stalls and tenant shops, while the upper three floors are restaurants of the same scale as a five-star hotel.

Ying Wu Shu studied here for four years of college, and the number of times she's gone up to the top three floors can be counted on one hand; the reason is simple—she used to be really poor.

"8th Floor B Hall… ah, here it is!" Luo Qiu finally found the dining hall, and by the time he pushed the door open, almost everyone had already arrived.

"Oh look, who's this! The antique shop owner and his little lackey~"

As soon as they entered, someone cheered, "Quick, quick, quick, sit over here."

Luo Qiu rolled his eyes without restraint, "Some people show up today but bring no manners."

Liu Qi: "Oh come on, just joking—it's been almost half a year since graduation, and your temper's still this bad."

The restaurant had three round tables; whether intentional or not, the spot left for them happened to be next to Wang Qiang, and Liu Qi was Wang Qiang's roommate, truly his lackey.

Called a gathering, it was actually just various shows of bravado half a year after graduation.

They flaunted that Wang Qiang, despite his young age, is already a core member of a publicly listed company's department, and he even found a rich second‑generation girlfriend.

The classmates also gave him plenty of face, offering all kinds of praise and outright telling Wang Qiang to look after his peers more.

The counselor sat at the same table and said, "Back in school I already saw Wang Qiang as material for a big boss."

Luo Qiu rolled his eyes again and whispered to Ying Wu Shu, "This Mediterranean guy is really interesting—he used to angrily scold Wang Qiang for constantly failing courses, and besides, does he even remember who's in our class? He shows up only a few times a year."

Ying Wu Shu patted his hand, "We'll leave after we finish eating."

But those who want to cause trouble will never stay quiet.

Wang Qiang had a few drinks and suddenly asked Ying Wu Shu.

"Hey, right, I recall you used to claim you could read faces and feng shui—give me a reading."

Liu Qi laughed loudly: "Yeah, he's the one who runs an antique shop, so he must be good at that!"

The sarcasm in their words was easy to pick up on; Ying Wu Shu's other two roommates exchanged glances, saying nothing more.

Before this, they'd been in adjacent dorms; Wang Qiang liked to shout for a bunch of brothers to go out and be unrestrained, but only Ying Wu Shu and Luo Qiu always gave him pushback.

Wang Qiang had long thought this person was weird and pretentiously aloof, sure to amount to nothing good.

Ying Wu Shu slightly lifted her gaze, her face turning cold, and after a few looks said, "You can't keep wealth that isn't yours."

"Power gained through scheming is false; it will soon collapse, and a position obtained through others will also end in ruin."

In short, not a single kind word.

Wang Qiang: "……"

His eyes flashed; as he lowered his head he shocked and clenched his fist, while Liu Qi had already jumped up, shouting, "What the hell are you spouting! You're treating yourself like a dish, you damned fortune‑teller!"

Ying Wu Shu's eyes shifted slightly, then she looked at Liu Qi and calmly said, "You too—you'll soon go bankrupt, watch out."

Liu Qi: "Are you crazy! This never ends!"

"Alright, alright!" the counselor hurried to smooth things over, "Just give the teacher a little face; while we're eating, don't quarrel."

Ying Wu Shu's expression showed no ripple; she kept eating her own meal and was completely unaffected.

Wang Qiang couldn't swallow this anger, but after hearing those words he felt a stone weighing on his heart, eager to prove something, and began showing off the gift his rich‑second‑generation girlfriend gave him again.

"This is a Tang‑dynasty bracelet treasure—it's got a market but no price, you can't even buy it!"

Immediately many classmates exclaimed their eyes were opened; this praise was far more sincere than before, after all Tang‑dynasty antiques are truly rare to see.

Ying Wu Shu glanced at it, raised her brows in surprise, and heard Luo Qiu whisper in astonishment, "How is this… this string…"

"Ying Wu Shu, could there be a second string?"

Isn't this the very bracelet they just sold yesterday!

Ying Wu Shu shook her head, "It's just the one from the shop."

"What a coincidence," Luo Qiu laughed.

"Ying Wu Shu! You run an antique shop, don't you? Tell us the market price of this Tang‑dynasty treasure," Liu Qi said, intending to embarrass Ying Wu Shu.

Ying Wu Shu's tone was indifferent: "This is a jadeite bracelet, produced mainly in the late Ming to early Qing; during the Tang‑Song period it was a blue‑white jade bangle. It's not from the Tang dynasty."

Liu Qi: "……Ah?!"

Wang Qiang shouted angrily: "Impossible! This was personally given to me by my girlfriend—how could it not be Tang‑dynasty!"

Ying Wu Shu: "May I ask, what's your girlfriend's name?"

Wang Qiang looked at him suspiciously, eyes full of wariness, "Why are you asking that?"

"I sold this bracelet yesterday; I should still remember the buyer."

Wang Qiang: "……"

The other classmates all looked embarrassed at their plates, toes curling.

Turns out this is what happens when you pretend to be cool in someone else's area of expertise—and get slapped back.