usatvline Chapter 326 Bet
Chapter 326 Bet
Soon, Huang Yaoguo and his group carefully escorted the Yin Soldier Tiger Talisman away from the New Moon Hotel.
Shortly after they left, Cheng Feng sat down and Yin Zhiyi knocked on the door.
After opening the door, one could see Yin Zhiyi and a servant standing in front of it, the servant holding a tray in his hands.
"I hope I haven't disturbed you, Mr. Cheng."
Yin Zhiyi fixed her gaze on Cheng Feng and spoke softly.
"No, Miss Yin, please come in and have a seat!"
After leading Yin Zhiyi into the room, Tingnu placed the tray on the tea table between the two of them, bowed, and then quietly left the room.
And he even closed the door behind him.
"These are some refreshments. I know you were in a rush to get things done this morning and didn't eat much, so I prepared them especially for you."
Although Yoon Ji-yi was trying her best to maintain her composure, her increasingly rapid heartbeat betrayed her true emotions.
Cheng Feng thanked him and then picked up the exquisitely made pastry to eat.
"It's delicious, thank you, Miss Yin!"
Cheng Feng thanked her, which brought a smile to Yin Zhiyi's lips.
With a gentle lift of her slender hand, Yin Zhiyi poured Cheng Feng a cup of hot tea and then asked softly:
"Mr. Cheng, what did you find out during your trip to the fire scene?"
"Yes, we've found some clues. If all goes well, we should be able to handle this by tomorrow."
Now all that's left is for Huang Yaoguo to make the meteorite tiger tally into needles, then Cheng Feng can take the corpse out of the well.
Yin Zhiyi looked at Cheng Feng with sparkling eyes, and softly opened her mouth to say:
"As expected of Mr. Cheng, such a thorny case is as easy as taking candy from a baby for you."
Cheng Feng chuckled and readily accepted the woman's praise.
If you're awesome, you're awesome. There's no need to pretend to be humble.
"Is Miss Yin also paying attention to this matter?"
While enjoying his tea and snacks, Cheng Feng casually asked a question.
Yin Zhiyi lowered her gaze slightly, thinking to herself that she wasn't really concerned about this case. If it weren't for Cheng Feng handling it, she wouldn't have bothered with it at all.
"I wouldn't say I'm paying attention, I'm just a little curious."
She thought that to herself, but her ladylike modesty prevented her from saying it aloud.
Although Cheng Feng couldn't read minds, he could still detect something unusual in Yin Zhiyi's expression.
He sighed inwardly. Cheng Feng was a man with three wives; how could he not see through Yin Zhiyi's thoughts?
Expressions and words can be deceiving, but the affectionate look in his eyes cannot be hidden.
"Since Miss Yin is curious, then I'll tell you about it."
Cheng Feng then recounted what he knew, such as that the fourteen corpses were part of a ritual performed before their deaths.
There was also a fifteenth body hidden in the dry well.
Yin Zhiyi listened attentively to Cheng Feng's story, occasionally asking questions, until the knocking on the door stopped their conversation.
"Auntie, Uncle Cheng, lunch is ready."
After opening the door, Yin Nanfeng looked at the two people's clothes with her almond-shaped eyes and was slightly disappointed when she found that they were not messy.
She thought that something interesting might happen between a man and a woman alone together, and that the uncle would become the uncle-in-law, which would be like a double blessing.
Now it seems my aunt really is a disappointment.
"What are you staring at, you little brat? Get up and go!"
Yin Nanfeng, who was being reprimanded, didn't care, but his gaze wasn't as unrestrained as before.
After lunch, Yin Zhiyi took Yin Nanfeng to handle business matters, as now was the time to train Yin Nanfeng.
Once Yin Nanfeng is able to stand on his own in a few years, Yin Zhiyi will be able to relinquish her duties as head of the family and do what she wants to do.
Cheng Feng didn't have a moment's rest that afternoon; he drove himself to Panjiayuan.
Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang set up a street stall on the bustling street.
The fat man originally said that the antiques sold at the stall should be half real and half fake, to make things more difficult for some self-proclaimed antique experts.
But Cheng Feng offered a better suggestion: take only one genuine item and use imitations for the rest.
However, this genuine piece is more valuable, so it's a little treat for those who truly have a discerning eye.
"Old Cheng, Old Hu, how about we make a bet?"
The three men walked down the street carrying their wares. The fat man asked the other two questions with great interest.
Hu Bayi asked in surprise, "What are you betting on?"
"Let's bet on whether this genuine item will sell this afternoon. Whoever loses treats everyone tonight."
"Okay, I bet we can sell them today."
Cheng Feng thought to himself that countless people were snapping up goods at Panjiayuan every day, including many genuine antique connoisseurs.
Therefore, the probability of the genuine product being sold in the afternoon is not small.
Fatty Wang and Hu Bayi exchanged a smile, and then one after the other bet that the product wouldn't sell today.
In the evening, at a small, unassuming restaurant, a proper six-dish-and-one-soup meal was laid out on the table for three people.
After exchanging toasts, Cheng Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"I really overestimated the people at Panjiayuan. No one could recognize such an obvious early Qing Dynasty official kiln blue and white porcelain vase."
Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang burst into laughter.
"Old Cheng, you don't understand. Truly skilled experts rarely linger at familiar stalls."
They frequent Panjiayuan Market year-round and know that my stall sells only works of art.
So this time they suffered from their usual mistakes, and nobody bothered to look closely.
Hu Bayi chuckled and explained the reason to Cheng Feng.
His main purpose in setting up a stall was not to sell things, but to collect things.
Usually, the items on display are worthless handicrafts, and over time everyone has come to know what kind of person Hu Bayi is.
"The old saying goes, 'Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake,' and it seems there's some truth to that now. Come, let me toast you all."
This incident served as a wake-up call for me; I can't underestimate local bullies anymore!
As the saying goes, "A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend." Even though this was just an ordinary little restaurant, the three of them still drank heartily in a lively atmosphere.
As the alcohol took effect, Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang told Cheng Feng many interesting stories about Panjiayuan.
For example, a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong and Taiwan was tricked by a local antique dealer and ended up spending tens of millions to buy a fake.
There are also college students who come here for sightseeing and want to buy something as a souvenir before leaving.
As a result, the ancestral grave exploded, and he bought a misprinted Yuan Shikai silver dollar for a very low price. It is said that a wealthy businessman bought it for a six-figure sum.
In short, Panjiayuan is like a casino; some people get rich overnight if they bet correctly, while others may go bankrupt if they bet wrong.
The drinking party didn't end until after 10 p.m., and Cheng Feng, who could drink a lot without getting drunk, took the two drunkards home.
The next morning, three rough-looking men were seen squatting in a row brushing their teeth.
"It's still better to go out for drinks with Lao Cheng. You don't have to worry about being abandoned on the street."
After spitting out the mouthwash, Fatty Wang wiped his mouth and sighed.
Hu Bayi smiled but didn't say anything. He and Fatty Wang had drunk with others before, but they always kept a certain amount for themselves.
They only drank until they blacked out when they went out with Cheng Feng.