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Chapter 194 - 192: Antique Trade
Chapter 194: Chapter 192: Antique Trade
Zhang Fan no longer comforted the girl, and the atmosphere quieted down a lot; Wen Wen finally got a chance to enjoy his coffee in peace.
But he suddenly furrowed his brow, feeling an unusual energy emerging behind him, entangling itself around Zhang Fan.
This strength was very secretive; if his own power hadn’t greatly increased, he might not have noticed it at all.
"Really, can’t they just let me enjoy my coffee in peace?"
Wen Wen stood up and observed Zhang Fan, noticing his eyes looked vacant as he seemed to mutter something to himself.
Suddenly, he picked up a pen from the table, as if to write something on it, but the tip of his pen was at least a centimeter away from the table.
Before he could start writing, Wen Wen immediately grabbed Zhang Fan’s hand, stopping him.
Wen Wen didn’t know what he was about to do, but he was certain it was nothing good.
Zhang Fan came to his senses and looked at Wen Wen as if he had seen a ghost. What was going on with a big man suddenly grabbing his hand?
"Young man, your hands are really fair and delicate; that’s nice."
Wen Wen, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed, grabbed Zhang Fan’s hand and gently kneaded it as he spoke.
For a superpower user whose chest displays a bikini pattern when using his power, ordinary things hardly ever embarrassed Wen Wen anymore.
Zhang Fan felt a chill, his skin crawling with goosebumps, and quickly withdrew his hand, looking at Wen Wen as if he were looking at a pervert.
Oh, it wasn’t just as if; he was indeed looking at a pervert.
"Lulu, let’s go. There’s a mentally challenged person here."
Zhang Fan took Liao Jialu by the hand and left the café, the strange strength dissipating into nothing.
Wen Wen narrowed his eyes, gazing out the window.
Just now, when he grabbed Zhang Fan’s hand, he had seen a figure in a white suit outside the window!
This reminded him of something he discovered while apprehending a ghost: Behind many vicious cases in Furong River City, there was an abnormal force at play. Could it be related to the man in the white suit just now?
After a moment of thought, Wen Wen made a call to the Association, requesting two supporters to keep an eye on the young man and woman.
Although it was highly unlikely that the man in the white suit would go after the two again after Wen Wen’s intervention, Wen Wen still decided to have people watch over them, just in case something unforeseen occurred.
A short while later, an extravagantly styled limousine parked in front of the café, and Zhao Jinwu walked into the café with two underlings.
"Mr. Wen, please let me know if there’s anything you need; I’ll do my best to accommodate," Zhao Jinwu said, nodding and bowing even more humbly than before.
Recently, he had enlisted Cheng Tuzi’s gang from the north side of the city to rough up Wen Wen. Afterwards, those thugs had all disappeared without a trace, seen neither in life nor found in death.
The most terrifying part was that nobody pursued the matter afterwards, as if those people had never existed.
Despite their seemingly glamorous lifestyle on the streets and involvement in many unscrupulous deeds, they treaded lightly when carrying out operations, facing severe retribution if they crossed the line.
The Federation tightly managed these matters, and breaching the threshold certainly spelled disaster.
But this man before him might have killed several people, yet it hadn’t even stirred a ripple.
"Enough chit-chat. This time, I need a favor from you to help me sell some items." Wen Wen patted a box next to his seat as he spoke.
Zhao Jinwu pounded his chest, "You don’t need to ask for favors, just command me."
"Antiques, books, all at least a thousand years old and well-preserved. You can keep... one-tenth of the sales proceeds."
Wen Wen had initially planned to give him one fifth, but after seeing his attitude, he had lowered the price even more.
With money, if you can save a bit, you save a bit.
Zhao Jinwu opened the box, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
Antiques of the same value were usually stored individually with protective measures in place.
Yet, the person before him had simply packed everything into one box to sell...
In Zhao Jinwu’s mind, numerous plots from online novels surfaced again. Could this man not be the "Urban Soldier King," but rather the descendent of a family of tomb robbers?
It was no wonder he indulged in wild thoughts, as the contents of the box were truly valuable. In these chaotic times of golden antiquities, the Federation had been established for over a hundred years, and it was now at its peak. The prices of antiques were considerably high.
Wen Wen leaned forward, his eyes slightly red as he said, "After it’s sold, transfer the money to my account. Take only what you’re entitled to; don’t try any tricks."
Zhao Jinwu nodded blankly. If he had harbored any minor schemes earlier, now they were completely gone.
That was because Wen Wen had implanted a mental suggestion in his mind, making it impossible for him to covet the money.
The Sanctuary was close to falling into a financial deficit, so there could be no issues with this money.
Having settled the deal, Wen Wen stood up and left, as he had other matters to attend to.
Last time, he had promised Zhu Qipei five "Pig Head beauties" as a reward for his help. Wen Wen took this opportunity to deliver the items to him.
It had to be said, Xu Hai’s presence had greatly enhanced the friendship between Wen Wen and Zhu Qipei, and now the two of them were as close as brothers.
When Wen Wen arrived, Zhu Qipei was discussing something with a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.
The man wore a pained expression, as if pleading for something from Zhu Qipei. Upon seeing Wen Wen, Zhu Qipei decisively abandoned the man and walked towards Wen Wen.
Then, the middle-aged man’s gaze towards Wen Wen turned mournful, even carrying a hint of resentment.
Wen Wen scratched his head; he hadn’t offended this man, so what was with his look?
But he didn’t know that the man was the owner of Furong Kitchen, and Zhu Qipei’s miraculous culinary skills had always been a pillar of Furong Kitchen.
Yet, ever since Wen Wen appeared, Chef Zhu had rarely cooked himself, often busy with God knows what.
Now, with Wen Wen showing up, Chef Zhu had abandoned him again, leaving a bitter taste in his heart.
This was all Wen Wen’s doing!
However, the middle-aged man merely found Wen Wen unpleasant to look at and wasn’t planning on causing him any trouble.
Responding to trivial matters with reckless actions like kidnapping and threatening strangers, this sort of mentally challenged behavior only occurred in old-fashioned urban novels.
Such openly domineering individuals would only be eliminated and discarded by society.
While those kinds of people might exist in small numbers, they weren’t numerous enough for one to encounter them easily.
Bringing Wen Wen home, Zhu Qipei, his hands trembling, asked, "Have you prepared what I wanted?"
Wen Wen nodded. By now, he felt no shame in doing such tasks. What’s done is done, and with frequent transactions, he had grown accustomed to it.
He opened the suitcase and one by one took out the black pig, white pig, spotted pig, fragrant pig, and wild pig—five "Pig Head beauties"—and placed them in front of Zhu Qipei.
Zhu Qipei, his hands shaking, moved the dolls to the bedroom and then shut the door, causing Wen Wen to just shake his head.
"This guy is strong and healthy, but now there are six of them. Can he hold up... I hope he doesn’t drop dead."
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