Chapter 1565: Chinatown

Qishu also holds a rather high status in Chinatown; he owns several antique shops in Fusang, among which the largest, Jade Pavilion Studio, is Qishu's property.

"Mr. Chen, I hope you don't mind staying here for now." In a two-story attic, this was the place Qishu had prepared for Chen Yu.

Chen Yu did not have many requirements for his living environment, and the environment here was indeed quite good.

"This... should I arrange another place for you?" Qishu looked at Honghou on the side and said cautiously.

"No need, wherever the boss is, I am there." Honghou gave a wicked smile.

Qishu felt a tremor in his heart; this woman had lived for hundreds of years, and her every move influenced people's minds. This one glance almost made Qishu lose his soul.

Qishu hurriedly turned his head away, not daring to look directly at Honghou. He also had to warn his disciples to stay away from this woman; she was indeed very beautiful, but... it was deadly.

"Mr. Chen, my shop is just ahead. Would you like to go over and sit for a while? Also, a vice president of the Chinese Association is coming here today; I will introduce you to each other," Qishu said with a smile.

"Alright." Chen Yu nodded. Meeting the other party was reasonable; after all, this was Fusang, and he had no connections here at all.

Qishu himself was an antique dealer, and this antique shop in Chinatown was also a flagship store; the antiques and jade inside were all very precious.

And because he himself had a very loud reputation in Chinatown, business in the antique shop was very good.

There were many things in the shop, but whether they were authentic, Chen Yu would not say; many high-imitation items were made to look even more real than the real ones.

"Mr. Chen, how is my shop?" Qishu said proudly: "In this Chinatown area, my antique shop has the loudest reputation, and many locals also come to me to buy things."

"You've made quite a bit, haven't you?" Chen Yu casually picked up a vase, looked at it back and forth in his hands for a few moments, and then put it down.

"Official kiln from the Ming Dynasty." Qishu explained casually: "This thing is very hard to get."

"Modern imitation." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"So Mr. Chen is an expert." Qishu was slightly stunned. He had originally thought that Chen Yu was a Dharma Cultivator and did not know much about these things, but he had not expected Chen Yu to be an expert as well; he knew whether the vase was real just by taking a look.

"These things, the original ones are from a long time ago, so they have a layer of Spiritual Energy attached to them, while most modern imitations are artificially aged, so whether they are real or not, I can usually tell at a glance," Chen Yu smiled slightly: "Modern things lack that foundation, so they are very easy to distinguish."

"Does Mr. Chen mean that there is no need to distinguish these things, and one can recognize the truth or falsehood just by looking at the aura on them?" Qishu was slightly stunned. This method of appraisal by Chen Yu was something he had only seen for the first time in his life.

"Yes, so for people like us, no matter how carefully you draw the patterns or how realistic you make it, it is useless, because we have never looked at whether this thing is real or not, but rather observe the aura." Chen Yu walked around the room, and he already had a count in his heart.

He smiled: "Qishu, it's quite easy to earn money from the Fusang people, isn't it? I just took a look around, and except for the brush pot on your desk that has some age to it, the others are basically modern things."

"You've seen through it, Mr. Chen." Qishu said awkwardly: "In the antique business, what matters is the eye. There is no such thing as real or fake in our goods; as long as it can be put on the table, it is real. If your own eye is not good, then you can't blame others."

"Haha, that is indeed the case." Chen Yu laughed out loud: "But the Fusang people are not as law-abiding as the people where we are from. What if they feel they've lost out on something you sold them?"

"Some will come looking for trouble, but there are always ways to solve it. People here also care about face. Huaxia antiques are a symbol of status and knowledge in their circles here," Qishu smiled: "After they buy things and go back, they naturally brag in front of people in their circles."

"So even if they find out it's fake, out of face, they won't come back to find us."

"That's true, we are all human, who doesn't have a bit of vanity." Chen Yu smiled. Some people in the country are obsessed with Japan and blow the people here up too high. In fact, everyone is human, and as long as they are human, they all have vanity.

"Master, President Huang is here." Just at this moment, one of Qishu's disciples came over to say.

"Quick, invite him in." Qishu hurriedly stood up; it was clear that this President Huang's status was not low.

"Mr. Chen, this President Huang is a vice president of the Chinese Association, his name is Huang Hong, and he has a good relationship with the local forces," Qishu introduced to Chen Yu.

"So you have to look at his face to make a living?" Chen Yu understood what Qishu meant.

"Yes, there is no other way." Qishu gave a bitter smile and said: "In our line of work, even in the country, we have to get to know some people from all walks of life, let alone here. If there is no one to cover for you, it is really quite difficult."

"Alright, I understand." Chen Yu nodded. He was not interested in the person coming; if they were easy to deal with, he would deal with them, and if not, he would just pretend they didn't know each other.

Just at this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit walked in. This man was Huang Hong. This guy was in a Tang suit, followed by several bodyguards, looking very imposing.

"President Huang, you finally came. I just got back and was planning to visit you." Qishu hurriedly stood up and greeted him with a full face of smiles.

After all, this was a vice president. Sometimes abroad, many things have to rely on others, so being polite is not wrong.

"Hehe, Qishu, you are an elder, it should be me who comes to visit you." Huang Hong said with a smile: "I have prepared a gift for you, please don't mind it."

"President Huang, you are too polite, really too polite." Qishu was taken aback, looking flattered.

"Someone, bring the gift up." Huang Hong waved his hand, and two people carried the gift up. Looking at the outer packaging, one could tell it wasn't anything great, but it won on the exquisite packaging.

"Then thank you, President Huang. President Huang, please... oh right, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Chen, whom I met overseas, a Huaxia person." Qishu hurriedly made an introduction for Chen Yu.

"Hmm, nice to meet you." Huang Hong glanced at Chen Yu, but he was polite.

"President Huang, I have long admired your name." Chen Yu nodded politely.

"Mr. Chen is young and can be regarded as an honored guest by President Huang; that is not simple." Huang Hong chuckled and looked at Chen Yu with interest: "I wonder where Mr. Chen is employed?"

"I have several companies in the country, but for me personally, I am just a hands-off manager," Chen Yu smiled faintly: "I have nothing serious to do."