Imposter Young Master
Chapter 797 - 801: Zuo Lan’s Secret_1

Chapter 797: Chapter 801: Zuo Lan’s Secret_1

The painting was obtained by absorbing the Divination special ability of Gu Xiaorou, but now, not only has the Divination ability disappeared, but Gu Xiaorou herself is lost.

Even the paternal love obtained through false identity is gone now.

"Erm, Brother Gang, what’s wrong with you?" Yang Fei nervously asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

Yang Gang smiled, "It’s nothing."

"Oh~ Ah, Sister Zuo Lan!" Yang Fei suddenly shouted excitedly.

Yang Gang looked over, Zuo Lan was standing at an antique booth not too far away.

"Brother Yang Gang, do you know that woman?" asked Ye Qingyin suddenly.

"Oh, I do know her. Why?"

"Oh, I don’t know why. I always have the feeling that my secrets are all exposed in front of her."

"Mind reading?"

Ye Qingyin shook her head, "It’s not the feeling of being mind-read, how can I put it, it’s just... I can’t describe the feeling."

Yang Gang cast his eyes on Zuo Lan, secretly mused to himself, "Thinking about it, I’ve known Zuo Lan for several months now, but I barely know anything about her. Especially her superpower, I have no idea at all and had never seen her use it."

The more he thought about it, the more curious Yang Gang got.

But he also knew that since Zuo Lan was so secretive about her superpower, she wouldn’t reveal it easily. Directly asking would be futile.

But, he still wanted to know so badly!

At this time, Zuo Lan had heard Yang Fei’s voice and had come over.

"Master Yang, good afternoon." Said Zuo Lan.

Yang Gang nodded, "Does Sister Zuo Lan also collect antiques?"

Zuo Lan smiled, "Just browsing around."

At this moment, a cry of joy suddenly erupted from the crowd not too far away, "It’s genuine, it’s genuine, I’ve won the bet!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Fei immediately said, "Hey hey, let’s go hunt for bargains too."

"Alright, alright."

Then, Yang Gang and the rest started heading towards the antique market.

Following the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Yang Gang and the rest quickly arrived at a slightly broader area, this should be the bronze area, in addition to traditional bronzes, there were also many stands selling ancient coins.

When Yang Gang saw these copper coins, he couldn’t help but recall the first antique he bought was a Qing dynasty copper coin, unfortunately, it was a fake.

At this moment, a young man in his mid-twenties approached a booth and said, "Boss, I have several ancient coins here in pretty good condition, can you give me a price?"

The booth owner was a middle-aged man in his forties with an ordinary appearance and nothing special about him. He didn’t seem like a professional antique collector, more like a farmer who moved into the city.

But Yang Gang dared not to underestimate him. It was often said in the antique world that one should never judge a book by its cover, perhaps a seemingly destitute scavenger on the streets could be a renowned connoisseur of antiques.

The young man carefully took out a cloth bag from his pocket, then gently opened it, revealing several elongated ancient coins with a bit of green rust.

Upon taking a closer look, Yang Fei noticed that these weren’t the common circular with a square hole ’mao’ coins, she was somewhat confused. In her urgency, she blurted out, "Are these also ancient coins?"

The boss glanced at Yang Fei, while observing the coins in his hand, he chuckled and said, "These ancient coins are called ’Pants coins’ because they look like the pants people wear. Due to differences in era and condition, genuine pieces have a large price variation, ranging from a few tens to thousands or even tens of thousands."

The young man selling the ancient coins seemed impatient, "Boss, are you here to chat or to do business?"

Newcomers to the trade are generally more impulsive and greedy. This is indeed a big taboo in the antique business.

The boss apologized with a laugh and started examining the ancient coins again.

After a while, the boss looked at the young man and calmly said, "100 Yuan each."

The young man was obviously taken aback, "Boss Mo, these ancient coins, I’ve had them appraised, each is worth at least a thousand. I spent several hours brushing and cleaning these ancient coins to sell them for a better price. My hands and arms are still aching."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei murmured to herself, "This boss may look kind but he is so ruthless. Before being looked after, each coin was worth a thousand, and the person had taken the effort and time to carefully clean these coins. Even without the value-added labor fee, you still directly cut the value by 10 times!"

The boss chuckled and picked up a pants coin that had clearly been polished, "It’s exactly because you polished so recklessly that a lot of the old rust has been scratched off, seriously affecting its condition and value. These pants coins were indeed worth a thousand each, but you ruined them. I can’t help but want to kick you out of annoyance."

After the boss finished speaking, several more people gathered around the booth. They glanced at the ancient coins and shook their heads with expressions of regret.

They seemed to be professionals, at least not as inexperienced as Yang Gang and the coin-selling young man.

"Ah, an ignoramus."

"The antique world is in a mess because of these amateurs who act recklessly. The fine antiques are completely destroyed and devalued. The loss of value is secondary, the main problem is the destruction of good antiques."

"Forget it, at least they can find ancient coins, we can’t even find them."

This group of people seemed to have come together, and hearing the conversation between the boss and the young man, they began to discuss amongst themselves.

The young man, after hearing what the boss had just said and seeing the pointing and whispering of the people around him, wore an extremely gloomy expression, took back his ancient coins, ran to a few other coin booths, yet returned with a low head.

"One hundred it is then, I regret touching these." The young man seemed very frustrated.

Meanwhile, Yang Gang and his group continued walking forward. After about ten meters or so, Yang Gang suddenly said, "You guys go ahead, I suddenly need to go to the toilet. I’ll contact you later."

Having said that, Yang Gang squeezed his way back into the crowd.

Because there were too many people, by the time Yang Fei realized what happened, Yang Gang had already disappeared in the crowd.

"Ah, what kind of stomach upset does he have, he must have spotted a beauty!" Yang Fei fumed.

This time, Yang Fei had indeed misunderstood Yang Gang.

Yang Gang was indeed chasing after someone, but not a beauty, but a sleazy-looking chubby man.

"What, what are you doing?" The chubby man cautiously eyed Yang Gang, "This young master may sell his body but won’t sell his skills."

Expressionless, Yang Gang really wanted to throw this guy into the sea to feed the sharks!

"Why are you following us?" Yang Gang composed himself and asked calmly.

"Huh? Who’s following you? I’m not into men."

Yang Gang raised his hand, creating an ice stinger pointing towards the chubby man’s neck, "Speak, why are you following us?"

"Don’t kill me, I’ll talk, I’ll talk." Beads of sweat rolled down the chubby man’s forehead, and after gulping down saliva, he spoke, "I am following the beautiful woman in the sky blue dress."

"Zuo Lan? Why are you following her?" Yang Gang asked coldly.

The chubby man wiped his sweat and said, "I happened to see that beautiful woman. At first, I was attracted by her beauty, but later, I gradually discovered a secret about her."

"A secret?" A jolt ran through Yang Gang’s heart, "What secret?"