21: Big iron rod, a real treasure

Bai Yuyan was baffled.

Following Chen Yang's gaze, she looked down.

Her collar was undone... especially just now.

Chen Yang's face was pressed right there... She flushed instantly.

Her face turned red all the way to her earlobes.

Covering her chest, she chided,

"You little pervert, see how I'll deal with you..."

Her jade-like arm reached out, intending to pinch Chen Yang's ear.

Chen Yang quickly dodged and ran away.

"Sister Yan, I want more next time!"

Bai Yuyan was both shy and angry, stomping her feet repeatedly.

"Get back here... You want a next time..."

[Ding!]

[You have gained 10 points. Current cumulative points: 70. Keep up the good work!]

Awesome!

Points increased again!

Chen Yang ran out of the hospital, still touching his face.

He savored the intimate contact from just now; it was truly full!

Enough to feed a baby, absolutely!

Below the Changqing Decoration Design Company building.

Chen Yang was staking out, monitoring.

Since the intelligence had already revealed that Chang Xiaotian indeed had problems.

As long as he could capture real-world evidence, taking photos of him interacting with a third woman and child, he could report back to Feng Danqing.

Last time.

They had already met.

This time.

It was not advisable to get too close, to avoid being discovered.

Chen Yang found a window seat in a coffee shop downstairs.

He read a novel while keeping watch.

After waiting for two hours.

Chang Xiaotian finally drove out.

Chen Yang quickly hailed a taxi.

"Driver, follow that black Mercedes ahead."

The driver's spirits lifted.

Was something happening?

He slammed the accelerator, and with a whoosh, the car sped out.

"Hey... Driver, slow down a bit, don't follow too closely, we'll be discovered."

The driver quickly eased off the accelerator.

"Right, I was too reckless!"

The driver was very cooperative, even more serious than Chen Yang.

Not too far, not too close, he kept a close tail on the black Mercedes.

For the next hour.

Chang Xiaotian went home, met a client, and then turned into Antique Street.

Chen Yang followed the whole way, feeling quite bored.

"This guy, interested in antiques too?"

Ever since he picked up the blue and white porcelain vase last time.

Chen Yang's impression of Antique Street had greatly improved.

Every time he walked into Antique Street, he had a sense of anticipation, hoping to find a treasure.

Unfortunately.

This trip was to tail Chang Xiaotian, so he couldn't get sidetracked.

Chang Xiaotian strolled casually, stopping and going.

He didn't seem to have any specific goal.

Chen Yang didn't have much knowledge of antiques and couldn't really understand them.

He just watched the excitement, wouldn't easily touch anything.

And certainly wouldn't dare to spend money to buy anything.

It was said that ninety-nine percent of the antiques here were fakes, replicas.

The number of people who were fooled every day was countless.

Suddenly.

There was a commotion ahead, a crowd gathered, very lively.

Chang Xiaotian was very curious and squeezed in.

Chen Yang hung back, observing from the periphery of the crowd.

"This old man is so funny, holding a rusty, thick iron rod and daring to call it an antique!"

"Just taking an old iron rod and selling it as an antique, it's hilarious!"

"He's been selling all morning, countless people have asked, but not one has bought it, they're all just watching the show!"

... The crowd discussed animatedly.

They were all watching a Lame Old Man holding a thick iron rod, as thick as an arm.

The rust on it was very deep, like a fire poker dug out from a corner.

"This iron rod of mine is truly an antique, passed down from my ancestors."

The Lame Old Man spoke excitedly, his mouth moving rapidly.

"My father told me that this iron rod has been in our family for over four generations, at least a hundred years old, it's definitely an old item."

"If you don't believe me, you can take it for testing."

"Modern technology is advanced, I heard there's an instrument that can test the age of antiques."

"I can guarantee that this iron rod is definitely over 100 years old."

Chang Xiaotian grew a bit interested.

"Hello, old man, how much for this thick iron rod of yours?"

He was a company general manager, rich and powerful.

He also loved antiques and enjoyed collecting a few items whenever he had nothing to do.

Even knowing he might be fooled, as long as the price wasn't too outrageous, he wouldn't mind.

He even enjoyed it, taking pleasure in the treasure hunt.

The Lame Old Man took one look and knew this was a rich man.

Dressed in a suit, looking respectable, he was exactly his potential customer.

His face immediately broke into a smile.

"Hello, boss, this iron rod of mine has been passed down for four generations, a family heirloom. If it weren't for needing money at home, I definitely wouldn't sell it..."

Chang Xiaotian waved his hand, impatiently interrupting him.

"Stop rambling, just give me a price, how much?"

The Lame Old Man was a bit embarrassed, he gave a self-deprecating smile.

He held out his right hand, turning it over once, then back again.

"Hehe... 100,000!"

Chang Xiaotian was startled.

"100,000?"

The Lame Old Man nodded affirmatively.

"Fixed price, not a penny less!"

Chang Xiaotian looked at the surrounding onlookers and couldn't help but say,

"Everyone, look, for this broken iron rod, he's asking 100,000, is that reasonable?"

A chorus of agreement rose from the crowd.

"What broken iron rod, I wouldn't even take it if it were free, and 100,000?"

"Is this old man crazy for money?"

"Does he think we're all fools, trying to swindle people in Antique Street with a rusty iron rod?"

... Successfully inciting public anger, Chang Xiaotian gave a cold smile.

"Old man, don't try to fool people! This broken iron rod, I think it's clumsy, strangely ugly, but still somewhat interesting."

"How about you sell it to me for 1,000 yuan, save yourself the trouble of carrying it around, how tiring!"

The Lame Old Man trembled with anger.

He picked up the big iron rod, making a motion to hit Chang Xiaotian.

"If you're not buying, then forget it, what do you mean by 1,000 yuan? Are you trying to give me charity?"

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death?"

Chang Xiaotian stood firm, not believing for a second that anyone would dare to touch a hair on him.

"You old geezer, try to touch me!"

The Lame Old Man held the big iron rod, hesitating.

Of course, he didn't dare to hit anyone; he was just bluffing.

Bang!

The big iron rod was too heavy, and the old man, not paying attention, dropped it to the ground.

One end of it went directly towards Chang Xiaotian.

"Holy crap!"

Chang Xiaotian was startled.

He fumbled and retreated three big steps before managing to dodge it.

He was both shocked and angry.

"Damn it, you old coot, go to hell!"

He rushed over fiercely and kicked the Lame Old Man in the waist.

Pfft!

The Lame Old Man fell to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

"Ow! It hurts so much!"

The Lame Old Man kept wailing, but no one stepped forward to help.

Chang Xiaotian, seeing this, feared being extorted by the old man.

He fled!

He slipped away in a flash and ran off.

Chen Yang couldn't bear it, he walked up and helped the Lame Old Man to his feet.

"Old man, are you alright?"

The Lame Old Man looked at Chen Yang gratefully.

"Thank you!"

[Ding! Today's intelligence triggered!]

[Intelligence 4]: Hidden within Li Laogen's rusty iron rod is an ancient sword, worth tens of millions.

Chen Yang was greatly astonished.

Is it real or fake?

Worth tens of millions?

He quickly checked the intelligence.

In the image.

A thick iron rod, encasing a bronze ancient sword, which, after a thousand years, was still like new, incredibly sharp.

Oh my god!

I'm going to get rich!

With ten million, I'll immediately achieve financial freedom!

This crappy job, whoever loves it can do it!

This unexpected blame, whoever wants to take it can take it!

They can all go to hell!

I'm rich!

Eating well, drinking well. Driving luxury cars, living in villas.

Village beauties, campus beauties, I'll marry whoever I want!

Maybe even hook up with a small internet celebrity.

To experience.

What a devilish figure and a fairy-like face are like?

"Old man, this big iron rod of yours, you're asking 100,000 for it?"

Chen Yang quickly inquired.

The Lame Old Man was a bit embarrassed, but he refused to lower the price at all.

"That's right, it's a bit ugly, but it really is an antique, fixed price, 100,000 yuan, not a penny less."

"Alright! 100,000 it is!"

Chen Yang said decisively.

"However, I have something urgent to do, please wait for me for a while, half an hour at the shortest, two hours at the longest."

"I will definitely come back and buy your big iron rod."

"Can you wait for me?"

The Lame Old Man sized him up and down, only believing him by a third.

A young man with no beard, unreliable in business.

This young man, dressed ordinarily, didn't look like a rich person.

Does he have 100,000 yuan in his pocket?

However.

Out of gratitude for the help, he didn't expose him, but nodded.

"Alright, I'll wait!"

The Lame Old Man played a small trick.

He only said he would wait, not that he would only wait for Chen Yang.

Anyway, selling the big iron rod also took time, so he might as well wait a bit longer.

At this moment, if someone offered 100,000.

Or even higher.

Do you think... he would sell it?

At this time.

Chang Xiaotian had already left a minute ago.

If he didn't chase now, he might lose him, and all his efforts would be in vain.

Entrusted by others, loyal to their affairs.

That scoundrel Chang Xiaotian, daring to deceive Feng Danqing's feelings and trying to swallow her shares.

He was worse than a beast!

He had to tell Feng Danqing the truth as soon as possible.

Otherwise.

The longer it dragged on, the greater the unknown risks.

It would be very disadvantageous to Feng Danqing.

Chen Yang hurriedly chased after him.

Before leaving.

He reminded the Lame Old Man again.

"You must wait for me to come back! Don't sell it to anyone else!"

"Okay! I'll wait for you!"

The Lame Old Man agreed verbally, but in his heart, he had other plans.

As soon as Chen Yang left.

He continued to shout.

"Ancestral big iron rod, thick and hard!"

"Men buy it, get rich."

"Women buy it..."

Someone else came to look at the goods.

"Hey!... Sir, would you like to take a look?"

"I guarantee, it's definitely a great treasure, 100,000 yuan, you can take it directly."