Chapter 119 Lying on the ground rolling his eyes

Zhang Yang remembered clearly that his master Feng Yao once said:
He is an iron-blooded wolf warrior. He will never go abroad in his life, nor will he take a penny from foreigners.

I thought that my master would be released from prison in more than two years, and judging from the current situation, it seemed that there was no possibility of increasing his sentence.

Zhang Yang thought that it would be better to tell him about the big decision he made.

Otherwise, the master will not be able to accept it after he is released from prison.

By the way, tell him not to worry too much, because his business is going to become bigger and stronger, so he can just wait to enjoy the good life after he gets out.

You can dance square dance and flirt with old ladies (aunts) with Grandpa Lu.

Feng Yao reacted a little bit when he saw Anna.

For a moment, he even wanted to accept Zhang Yang as his master.

"Fuck!"

"Zhang Yang, I haven't seen you for a month. Have you learned a foreign language?"

"Tell me the truth, what are you doing out there now? Are you a gigolo? Why do you change women around you so frequently?"

"..."

Zhang Yang suddenly felt very fortunate that he couldn't bring in a translator when visiting the prison.

Anna didn't understand a thing.

So it’s okay if the master says something a little unnatural.

"Master, your malicious speculation is a bit too harsh, isn't it? You can't vent your anger on me just because Lin Xia was caught?"

"..."

Feng Yao on the other side of the glass took the initiative to seek peace:

"Okay, stop talking. Let's call it a draw between the two of us, master and disciple."

Although Zhang Yang brought the news of Lin Xia's arrest last time, Feng Yao had been in prison all the time, so he was a little slow in digesting the information.

Until now, I haven't recovered from the shock.

Feng Yao looked Anna up and down, with a nostalgic expression on his face.

"Seriously, this girl doesn't seem as good as the previous junior sister."

"From my very professional aesthetic point of view, the two people's looks are actually comparable. Maybe the white girl doesn't understand Chinese very well, and is almost mute, which is a plus for men."

"But no matter what you choose, the masters will support you."

"She's here to become my disciple, right? Tell her that I agree, and the two of you...wait, is your junior sister still here? How many people do you have now?"

Zhang Yang listened to Brother Yao's chatter in silence.

He thought that it was quite miserable for his master to be in prison without even anyone to talk to in confidence.

So at this moment, no matter how talkative the other party is, he will just endure it.

Seeing Feng Yao looking at him inquiringly, he slowly explained:
"Master, please stop imagining things. You've imagined a cross-border love story. That's far from the truth."

"It's just a business..."

"..."

"That's the thing. Master, you better digest it quickly. Otherwise, when you get out, if you make up stories about beautiful girls like this, you'll be called a bastard."

After listening to this, Feng Yao was silent for half a minute.

Finally, he nodded slowly, he understood:
"Zhang Yang, do you have another woman that you haven't brought here for me to meet? You've told me so much, it's obviously just foreshadowing!"

"You won't give me the whole nun next time, will you?"

"……sharp!"

Zhang Yang gave Feng Yao a thumbs up.

The master is really awesome, his imagination is amazing.

This reminds me of what Officer Tu said, those tomb robbers who were caught a few days ago also loved to imagine.

Having a strong imagination seems to be an occupational disease for tomb robbers?

It’s really not the master’s fault.

Zhang Yang went straight to the point:

"You should have no problem with me deceiving foreigners, right? By the time you come out, we may have become evil villains in the eyes of foreign antique collectors."

"I wonder if you can accept this?"

"I can accept that, but I have a small but insignificant opinion."

Feng Yao pinched the tip of his right little finger:

"Can you please trick those two idiots in Dongya a little more?"

"To be honest, although Britain, France, Germany and others bullied us a hundred years ago, that was the Tatar Qing's business."

"As a wolf warrior, I am more disgusted by those two small countries in East Asia."

"I understand!" Zhang Yang nodded.

"What the master said is the imperial decree."

"I'll go back and think of a solution."

"Well, remember, Japan likes ironware, and Korea likes porcelain and stone sculptures."

Feng Yao shared his experience on the spot:

"If you don't know, go to my address book and find a man named Master Bao. He specializes in this."

"Master Bao? Sure!"

"By the way, Master, how many secrets are you hiding from me?"

"What? Oh no! Maybe it's time. I can't hear you anymore. Time flies today!"

On the other side of the glass, Feng Yao pointed at the phone in a pretentious manner, then waved his hand next to his ear to indicate that he couldn't hear.

Then he waved goodbye to Anna.

A smile appeared on his face.

Zhang Yang knew he was pretending.

Okay, Lao Deng is guarding against me, right?
When I got back, I harassed everyone in my address book one by one, saying that my master wanted to increase the sentence and asked everyone how many years they thought would be best.

Anyone who answers “indefinitely” must be the master’s good brother.

After leaving the prison, Zhang Yang saw Anna giggling there and felt a little strange:
"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, what's the problem?"

"You're smiling like an idiot, so I'm asking."

Zhang Yang now understands the logic of the translation machine. The Chinese should be as straightforward as possible, the sentences should be short and the meaning should be clear.

Otherwise the translation will be irrelevant.

After hearing this, Anna was stunned for a moment and the smile on her face disappeared.

She asked Zhang Yang in shock:
"Do I look like an idiot when I smile?"

Zhang Yang told the truth: "A little bit."

"Well, actually, this is the first time I've seen a traditional Chinese master and apprentice. I think the way you guys talk to each other is very interesting..."

Oh, I see. It turns out that it is viewed as an animal world.

Zhang Yang instantly lost interest in continuing to communicate with her.

……

……

After sending Anna home, Zhang Yang went to an antique shop. To be more precise, it was a handicraft shop.

There were many people watching the fun in the store, but there were almost no people willing to spend money to buy.

Lao Hu whispered to Zhang Yang:

"I suspect that what Boss Deng said before about the seal having a large customer flow was a complete lie."

"Nowadays, apart from large companies, how many individuals can stamp their products? People ask for the price of bronze chimes and pottery figurines, but there are really no seals."

"It's fine……"

Zhang Yang comforted Uncle Hu not to be too nervous.

He pointed to the sidewalk along the river outside the store and said:

"When you have nothing to do at night, you can set up a stall opposite our store."

"You can still sell your interesting little commodities at the stall. Just help look after the store."

"We are currently mainly accepting custom-made business. If we are closed for half a year, we can make a living for half a year after we open."

After hearing what Zhang Yang said, Lao Hu's face showed a look of relief.

He used to run a convenience store, but when that didn't make any money he switched to selling antiques.

So he actually had a nightmare of shutting down his store.

"Okay, I feel relieved when you say that."

"Oh, there are two more things I want to ask you."

"First, you only said that calligraphy and painting can be imitated, but whose works can be imitated? Is there a price list? Nowadays, this kind of imitation antique calligraphy and painting is still a good gift."

"This... mainly depends on how much money the other party can offer."

Zhang Yang answered fluently. He had already thought of an explanation:

"I have connections who know all kinds of calligraphy and painting masters, so as long as the buyer can afford it, strictly speaking, there is no calligraphy or painting that cannot be imitated."

"Of course, there must be a reference. If you ask a master to imitate Jiang Ziya's Investiture of the Gods, he will definitely not be able to do it."

Old Hu must have understood and nodded repeatedly.

He actually wanted to ask who was above Zhang Yang.

But his excellent professional ethics made him keep his words to himself.

"There is another thing. Didn't Mr. Huang take over Mr. Zheng's business in the antique market? He wants to sell all of those dozen shops now."

“The price has dropped to 10 per room.”

"I go!"

"Uncle, you should have told me this news earlier. I went to see the master today. If you had told me earlier, he wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight."

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Yang and Lao Hu both laughed loudly.

After laughing, Lao Hu gave Zhang Yang a bold suggestion:

"I think you can buy those shops."

"Including your own shop, there are exactly thirteen shops connected together. You can sell them at a high price after you connect them."

"That place? Who would buy it?" Zhang Yang asked.

"I heard that someone wants to open a clothing supermarket nearby and is looking for a location!"

"Oh, so Uncle Hu, you received the message."

Zhang Yang thanked Lao Hu, but then shook his head:
"If there is such news, and even you know it, I believe that Mr. Huang must know it too."

"He's in a hurry to sell it now, maybe he spread the fake news. This trick is hundreds of years old in our antique business."

"What you said... seems to make some sense." Lao Hu felt a little dizzy.

"Okay, you can fix your stall when you have time. Anyway, the store is open and there are various subsidies, so the loss is not much."

"Okay, thank you, Zhang Yang."

"You're welcome, who among us is following whom?"

Zhang Yang smiled encouragingly at Lao Hu.

It can be seen that Lao Hu has walked out of Huangmao's shadow, and his smile has become more innocent.

But it seemed like God heard Zhang Yang's inner thoughts and was determined to go against him.

The next evening, a phone call came.

On the other end of the phone, something happened to Lao Hu.

When Zhang Yang arrived, the police and security guards had already cordoned off the scene.

Old Hu was squatting at the door of the store with a towel covering his forehead, as if he had been beaten.

His daughter's boyfriend, the yellow-haired man, was standing behind the police with his hands in his pockets and a nonchalant look on his face.

It seems that the person who beat people was Huangmao, and the police were mediating on the scene.

The security captain who was helping to maintain order had seen Zhang Yang before, and when he saw him, he quickly let him in.

"Old Hu, Boss Zhang is here!"

"Zhang Yang..." Old Hu tried to stand up while holding onto the wall.

Zhang Yang rushed forward and held him down.

"Uncle, you are seriously injured, don't move now."

"Did you call an ambulance?"

"No, my injury is nothing." Old Hu shook his head and pointed at the broken glass on the floor in the store, as if he wanted to explain to Zhang Yang what had just happened.

Zhang Yang pressed his hand down again.

I thought, what's the point of talking about something like fixed loss?

Uncle Hu's skills are still a little lacking. If it were Grandpa Lu, he would have been lying on the ground with his eyes rolled back.

Anyway, no matter who comes, they will say "Ah, I feel dizzy."

Anyone who encounters it will be annoyed.

"Wait, I'll call an ambulance first."

Zhang Yang took out his cell phone and called 120, while asking Lao Hu where he was injured.

Knowing that he was pushed down and hit his head on the glass when he was trying to stop the yellow-haired man, Zhang Yang made a direct diagnosis on the spot:
"That's probably a concussion!"

"It's okay, uncle, don't worry, our surveillance is all good, no one can escape."

"Hey! He's right, I won't run!"

The yellow-haired man behind the police suddenly poked his head out and said triumphantly:

"Isn't it just an injury? Go get yourself checked out. Go get a full-body checkup at a tertiary hospital. Don't miss anything. I'll pay for any medical expenses."

"Anyway, my money was all given by this old man's daughter, so I'm not worried at all."

So arrogant?

Zhang Yang didn't expect that there was such a powerful person in Qingzhou who was a gigolo.

He lowered his head and asked Lao Hu:

"Do you have any idea how much money your daughter can come up with?"

"She works for a gaming company and her monthly salary is only 10,000 yuan."

"Only ten thousand?"

Zhang Yang looked at Huangmao in confusion. Who gave him the courage to spend such a small amount of money?
(End of this chapter)