Jacob raised his eyebrows, a look of disdain crossing his face as he dered, “Am I afraid of him? He’s no longer the general manager of Ji Qingtang. Why would I fear him? He’s just taken a hit to his eye and even lost his pants! Me, Jacob, a calligrapher and painter, afraid of him? The executive vice-president of the association is merely an old man who can’t manage his affairs. Why should I be intimidated?”
With that, Jacob adjusted his cor and scoffed, “I want to see him face to face. To hell with him! Isn’t he supposed to be so impressive? I’m eager to see if he’s still as formidable this time around!”
Zhang Ermao (Cade) chuckled in agreement, “You’re absolutely right! You need to confront him directly! Give it to him good!”
Then, he quickly added, “But, President Jacob, I’ll stay close by. If he tries to attack you, I’ll jump in to back you up. If he doesn’t dare to, then go ahead and unleash on him as much as you like.”
“Alright!” Jacob replied, aware that he might face direct aggression when they meet. Given his build, he knew he could hold his own in a fight.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
He waved his hand confidently, “Let’s move out! I’ll lead the way, and you follow my lead!”
…
Meanwhile, Charlie in the teahouse felt a wave of relief wash over him, realizing that Zhou Liangyun had likely stumbled upon a significant opportunity.
His father-inw had aimed to deceive him but had ultimately shot himself in the foot. While Charlie suspected that his father-inw might have made some money, he knew there wouldn’t be any real loss. However, knowing his father-inw’s temperament, the thought of handing over tens of millions in profits to someone else would likely trouble him for days.
Charlie considered this a positive development.
At the very least, it would serve as a lesson to his father-inw. Even if he managed to earn 200,000 yuan, losing that amount to Zhou Liangyun would be far more painful for him. This situation would surely haunt him as a long-term nightmare and an internal struggle.
As for Zhang Ermao (Cade), Charlie also intended to find a chance to teach him a lesson. Although the man was quite clever, he needed to be steered in the right direction, or else he would have to face the consequences of his actions.
Just as Charlie was feeling relieved and getting ready to leave the teahouse for home, he spotted a familiar figure approaching the corner of the intersection below.
It was none other than his father-inw, Jacob, striding forward with an air of pride.
Following closely behind was Zhang Ermao (Cade), sneaking along in Jacob’s wake.
Charlie couldn’t help but think, “Is this a setup for a p in the face?”
So, he settled back into his seat, preparing to enjoy the unfolding drama.<fn2537> Read full story at find?novel</fn2537>
At that moment, Zhou Liangyun was busy photographing a Bronze Buddha inside the store. He was familiar with several websites where antique collectors from around the world connected. His n was to list the Bronze Buddha on a local Chinese site, offering a price more attractive than the market rate to see if anyone would take the bait immediately.
This type of website was generally quite private, relying on selective invitations to high-end yers rather thanrge-scale promotion. It resembled an exclusive club, but only existed online. ess to such sites was typically granted only after reaching a certain level of recognition.
On these tforms, prominent collectors would post buying and selling information. Often, high-end yers preferred to keep a low profile when trading collections rather than going through auctions, opting instead for one-on-onemunications that could lead to undisclosed offline transactions if both parties were interested.