Imposter Young Master
Chapter 806 - 810: A Hint of Disappointment

Chapter 806: Chapter 810: A Hint of Disappointment

It wasn’t that Yang Gang was timid and afraid of trouble, but he was no longer alone. The days when he could do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted were over. Now he was the King of Xueji, bearing the heavy responsibility of the happiness of three million citizens of Xueji, and he could no longer act as willfully as before.

"Love and World Peace" clearly lacked the power to contend with Stabbing Gold. Besides, according to Wen Hang’s intelligence, Stabbing Gold had now formed a secret alliance with the Earth Federation.

With the covert support of the Earth Federation, Stabbing Gold’s influence had rapidly developed. Its overall strength not only far surpassed "Love and World Peace," but it had also left Dawn of Light, previously its equal, far behind.

Now, Stabbing Gold and the Xilan Republic were the left and right hands of the Earth Federation.

The Xilan Republic was the ostensible hand of the Earth Federation, while Stabbing Gold acted as its clandestine hand, undertaking dirty deeds for the Federation such as tracking, assassinations, and eliminating dissidents, akin to the Eastern Depot of the Ming Dynasty era.

Xueji was currently surrounded by crises and walking on thin ice, and Yang Gang did not want to stir up trouble.

Of course, that was as long as no one touched his reverse scales.

For instance, the Dark Moon Sect had always wanted to kidnap Zhang Miao. This was something Yang Gang would not allow. No matter the danger, he would step forward.

"Sigh!" Yang Gang sighed again, his thoughts shifting as he remembered the drunken confusion from several months ago.

Although it had been a long time, and Yang Gang had been to bed with three women during this period, he still cared deeply about that drunken night.

After all, it was his first time, and the identities of the suspects were very sensitive.

Especially since one of the suspects was his own elder sister.

Thinking of Yang Ya being among the suspects made Yang Gang’s scalp tingle.

He collected his emotions, sighed, and thought to himself, "Unfortunately, with my current level of spiritual power, I can only read memories from up to three days ago. The mystery of the drunken night several months ago remains unsolved."

A moment later, Yang Gang finished cleaning up and, with his emotions in check, returned to the bedroom.

His gaze swept over his phone on the table, and he remembered something.

"Ah, that’s bad! Yang Fei must have called, right? If I didn’t answer, that girl is probably worried."

Yang Gang hurried over, picked up his phone, and glanced at it. There were no missed calls.

There were also no calls from Yang Fei in the call log.

A touch of disappointment flickered through Yang Gang’s heart.

He lay on the bed, staring at the phone screen for a long time.

Then, he found Yang Fei’s number, thought about calling her, but eventually gave up.

Minutes later, Yang Gang left the small hostel in the slum area and took a taxi back to the deluxe suite at the Mandalay Hotel.

The room was void of the presence he had hoped for.

"Ha! What is Feifei up to? She’s only concerned with reuniting with her family, completely forgetting about me?"

He once again took out his phone, looked at Yang Fei’s phone number, hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t press it.

"I’ll go out for a walk!"

Yang Gang then left the Mandalay Hotel and wandered aimlessly along the streets.

Suddenly, a clamor reached his ears.

Yang Gang turned his head to look and saw a small market bustling with noise, predominantly filled with Asians.

Yang Gang was slightly surprised.

In the Xilan Republic, where Caucasians were the majority, why were there so many Asians? Could it be something like Chinatown?

Curious, Yang Gang walked over and asked someone, only to learn that this was a cultural relic trading center, commonly known as an antique market back in his home country.

In recent years, as the new generation of Huaxia immigrants moved across the world, the enthusiasm for antiques had spread from within Huaxia to the rest of the globe.

"Hmm..." Yang Gang thought about it and decided to go in.

The antique market here is very small, and it pales in comparison with Huaxia’s Antique City, not to mention the far larger Antique City in Xueji Fog City.

While walking slowly, Yang Gang was suddenly bumped into.

"Sorry, sorry," the person who bumped into him was a youngster about the same age as Yang Gang, plump and a bit like an endearing giant panda.

"It’s okay," Yang Gang said.

The chubby guy apologized a few more times and then hurried away.

Yang Gang paid it no mind and began to browse the stands one by one.

The transactions here were predominantly jade, probably due to the proximity to a gold mine. There were also stalls with porcelain vases and ancient paintings, albeit in smaller numbers.

Yang Gang tried to use "Memory Reading" to identify the ancient paintings but found nothing of value; they were all fakes.

"Ha~ Even with ’Memory Reading,’ if you can’t find genuine articles, it’s all in vain."

Unknowingly, Yang Gang found himself at a porcelain stall.

"Huh? You’re interested in porcelain too?"

The same chubby guy who had bumped into him was also here.

Yang Gang smiled: "You could say that."

"Bro, where did you study antique appraisal knowledge?" the chubby guy asked.

Yang Gang was taken aback: "You need to study for that?"

The chubby guy looked down on Yang Gang: "Brother, don’t underestimate the antique world; it’s probably the field that requires the most knowledge. Physics, chemistry, history, etc., you need to know it all."

After a pause, the chubby guy proudly continued: "Brother, I graduated from the Jincheng Axiulan Antique Appreciation Academy."

Yang Gang blinked: "Is this Axiulan Antique Appreciation Academy very impressive?"

"Hmph! Brother, you must be an outsider, right? Who in the South Sea antique world doesn’t know the Axiulan Antique Appreciation Academy? The dean, Axiulan, is a highly renowned antique collector in the South Sea. It is said that Dean Axiulan owns more than 2,000 antiques that are over three hundred years old, and seventy percent of them were acquired by him finding undervalued pieces!"

"Wow, that’s pretty impressive."

"Hehe, Dean Axiulan has even personally praised me," the chubby guy boasted.

"Really? How did he comment on you?" Yang Gang asked.

"He said I have a keen eye and am destined for greatness."

Yang Gang: ...

A moment later, Yang Gang composed himself and glanced at the porcelain stall beside him: "Although I don’t know much about antiques, porcelain appraisal seems quite complicated..."

"Hehe, no false modesty here, but my forte is in appraising porcelain vases," the chubby guy interjected, still brimming with pride.

After saying this, he started to feel each of the porcelain vases.

Seeing that Yang Gang was listening seriously, the chubby guy felt even prouder, with the sense of superiority that comes from graduating from an authoritative antique appraisal training school welling up within him.

"Do you see this? This porcelain vase has a thick body, and it feels heavy in the hand... so, I am certain that this ceramic piece must be genuine," the chubby guy spoke confidently in public and didn’t shy away from his words.

Listening to him, Yang Gang felt just like most people would; he thought it would be a waste if the chubby guy didn’t become a fortune-teller.

Yang Gang didn’t know much about Yuan Qinghua, but taken in by the chubby guy’s confident assertions and the historical semblance of the piece on the surface, which is to say, its seemingly fine condition, he complied.

"Let me have a look," Yang Gang suddenly spoke.

Reluctantly, the chubby guy handed the Yuan Qinghua to Yang Gang: "Brother, I discovered this one. In the antique world, it’s first come, first served, so don’t you go snatching it."

Yang Gang smiled and took the Yuan Qinghua.

Focusing his energy, he activated "Memory Reading."