Today, several Chinese people in New York were killed one after another, causing widespread panic in Chinatown.
As the largest local Chinese power, the Qin Family Hall was undoubtedly considered a lifeline by most Chinese workers.
Every day, a large number of reporters co to the Qin Family Hall, hoping that Qin Sanye can uphold justice for them.
Little do they know that even Qin Sanye himself is overwheld with anxiety.
Under Qin Sanye’s arrangents, a large number of people from the entire Qin Family Hall are out seeking Xu Fu’s whereabouts.
They are determined to drag this guy out from the shadows to avenge Qin Feng’s death.
Chinatown, New York, flea market.
As a second-hand goods trading market, the flea market run by Chinese people has always been very famous in Chinatown.
Any family can bring items they no longer use or need to sell to the flea market for ergency cash or to supplent their family inco.
Previously, only Chinese participated, but now even white and black people appear among them, displaying prosperity.
"After my brother-in-law died recently, the entire Qin Family Hall has gone crazy, and my husband doesn’t spend much ti with anymore. It’s so dull."
"Qin Feng died unfairly. He was the most suitable successor for the next head of the Qin Family Hall. Now that he’s dead, the old man is so anxious his hair is practically falling out."
In the flea market, two won dressed in luxurious cheongsams leisurely strolled and chatted absentmindedly.
If anyone knew them, they would instantly recognize these two as the wife and mother-in-law of Qin Sanye’s second son.
Qin Sanye has three sons. The eldest is a bookworm who loves academics and has no emotional quotient.
The second is a playboy who loves to fool around with won.
A few years ago, he married a beautiful woman who smuggled into Arica. This woman’s na is Li Furong, and she is into drinking, gambling, and doing nothing constructive.
But just because she is extrely beautiful, Qin Sanye’s second son insisted on marrying her, which allowed her to enter the Qin family.
However, once she entered, she was never welcod by Qin Sanye, because not only was this woman uneducating herself, but she also had a mother who was equally uneducating and slightly aged.
After these two moved into the Qin Family Hall, they squandered the Qin family’s wealth, living extravagantly.
This severely damaged the atmosphere of the entire Qin Family Hall, almost causing Qin Sanye to sever his father-son relationship with his second son.
Among the three sons, only Qin Feng was the most normal and the most promising.
Now that he has been killed and died a wrongful death, it’s naturally impossible not to be angry.
"Mom, there’s an antique stall over there. I haven’t seen this owner before; let’s go take a look."
The relatively good-looking Li Furong took her mother’s arm and walked towards an antique stall not far away.
As a daughter-in-law of the Qin family, she naturally wasn’t poor enough to co to a flea market to buy other people’s second-hand goods.
But because there were so many folk antiques from Huaxia floating overseas in the past, these overseas Chinese people, whether white or black, would more or less take out the Huaxia antiques they collected at ho to sell.
There is the possibility of finding a gem at the flea market, maybe even a genuine Ming or Tang Dynasty treasure.
This is much shallower than the waters of Pan Garden.
The two of them walked to the stall and saw that the vendor was a short white man with a mustache.
He wore characteristic clothing from the Central Asia region and spoke in halting Mandarin: "Co take a look, co see, they are all treasures. You won’t eat a loss, no chance to get cheated."
Li Furong’s eyes lit up as she looked at the antiques on the stall.
It has to be said that the vendor displayed so good stuff, Tang Sancai, paintings, copperware, although not the real deal, all were Qing Dynasty reproductions.
Although uneducated, the astute Li Furong imdiately saw the value of these items.
"Indeed, foreigners do have a lot of good stuff. Mom, we’re going to make a fortune this ti."
Li Furong said excitedly.
At this mont, her gaze was suddenly attracted to a bronze candlestick sitting in a corner of the stall.
This candlestick had an extrely bizarre shape, depicting an ugly child holding a bizarrely shaped object of gold color.
As Li Furong curiously stared for a few more seconds, she suddenly experienced a montary daze.
She saw the ugly child co to life, turn its head and look at her, with a strange smile appearing on its face.
Li Furong’s pupils gradually contracted, and she pointed at the candlestick as if possessed, "I want to buy this. How much is it?"
"Oh, madam, you have a great eye. This is an item personally used by the Living Buddha from the Zang Mountain area during the Nanliang period, possessing supre rits and prestige. Since you want it, I’ll give you a price of 100,000."
The vendor squinted his eyes with a smile, rubbing his hands in excitent as he spoke.
A businessman only needs a glance to know whether a custor genuinely wants to buy sothing.
When soone wants an item badly, a shopkeeper can easily manipulate the custor’s psychology.
This behavior is even more prevalent in antique trading, so when you want to buy sothing, no matter how much you like it, you mustn’t show it on your face.
Otherwise, you will be manipulated by the seller and unable to buy what you want at the lowest price.
"That expensive?" Li Furong’s mother’s face changed drastically, and she retorted in dissatisfaction, "You think we’re foolish? I’ve heard this scam before. How could a broken item cost 100,000? Daughter, let’s go."
She took Li Furong’s wrist and was about to leave because, to her, even a scrap candlestick wouldn’t an anything.
But to her surprise, Li Furong’s body seed rooted to the spot, making it impossible to move.
With a blank expression and eyes fixed on the candlestick, she imdiately said without hesitation, "I’ll buy it for 100,000. Wrap it up."
"Ah Fu, are you crazy? Spending 100,000 on such a thing." Li Furong’s mother said incredulously.
But she saw her daughter with empty eyes, as if she had lost her soul.
Just one look made her feel a chill all over, a burst of coolness surged up her back, and she did not dare to say anything more, so she closed her mouth.
"Alright, how would you like to pay, madam?"
"Check."
After paying, Li Furong took the candlestick. As she stroked the strange child on the surface of the candlestick, a look of imnse satisfaction appeared on her face.
The smile was particularly eerie, as if she was bewitched.
Seeing this, Li Furong’s mother couldn’t help but feel sowhat scared, wondering what had happened to her daughter.
She had never seen such an expression on Li Furong before.
"Mom, it’s getting late. Let’s take a walk elsewhere and then head ho."
Suddenly, Li Furong’s expression returned to normal, and she turned her head to her mother.
Gone was the strange appearance from monts before.
"Alright, alright, I’ll do whatever you say."
Wiping the cold sweat off her forehead, Mrs. Li couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that her daughter had returned to normal.
...
Night.
Qin Family Hall.
Sun Yan, Lin Wan, Zhou Mangmang, and a few others were sitting around a large table in the dining room, having dinner.
It has to be said that the food in rich people’s hos is indeed delicious. The Qin Family Hall hired over a dozen chefs, specializing in various national cuisines, and they could make whatever you wanted to eat.
During these days staying at the Qin Family Hall, besides Qin Sanye, Sun Yan also t Qin Sanye’s eldest and second sons.
As for the won and children in the Qin family, he had seen them a few tis but didn’t have much interaction.
"Where’s your wife? She’s out of line, not having any manners, it’s late and she’s not here for dinner."
Sitting in the main seat, Qin Sanye noticed that the seat ant for Li Furong was empty, and he imdiately put down his chopsticks and said displeasedly.
"Dad, Furong went out this afternoon and caught a chill. She’s not feeling well, so she didn’t co to eat. She’s just worried about spreading it to us, do you still want to bla her for that?"
Qin Sanye’s second son, Qin Yue, frowned and spoke displeasedly.
Sun Yan glanced at him, suddenly sowhat surprised.
He could faintly see a wisp of black air surrounding Qin Yue’s eyebrows, a sign of an ominous aura.
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