Going to Find the Old Cow, Can This Thing Even Be Hereditary

Wang Biao tactfully stopped disturbing the young people's fun.

After he left,

the two women each released Lin Yu and began scrutinizing him with fresh eyes.

Shen Buyao stared at his upper half: "College boy, you're really something, huh? Getting along so well with Old Wang?"

Huang Feirong eyed his lower half: "College boy, you're really something, huh? Getting along so well with something so big!"

Lin Yu: "..."

You two better be talking about the same thing!

Running into Wang Biao, his "flower shop landlord," here was something Lin Yu genuinely hadn’t expected.

Turns out, big property owners really are the low-key wealthy type.

Judging by how casually Wang Biao had interacted with Shen Buyao,

it was obvious—

he was a regular here.

As for whether his status was high or not...

there was just no way to tell!

Shen Buyao seemed to talk to everyone in the same tone.

Age? Status? Didn’t matter—she’d roast you first.

Honestly, Lin Yu could’ve explained his relationship with Wang Biao in just two sentences.

But since Shen Buyao didn’t know and had already decided Lin Yu was "not simple,"

he might as well let this beautiful misunderstanding slide.

"I... I didn’t expect to run into Biao here either," Lin Yu said. "Never heard him mention being into antiques before."

Shen Buyao stepped closer,

one hand on her hip, the other resting on Lin Yu’s shoulder:

"Who knows? Maybe some Tiger Bro or Dragon Bro will pop up next?"

Lin Yu waved it off:

"No way. I’m just a college student—how many people could I possibly know?"

That much was true.

Aside from the girls in his apartment, Wang Biao was the only person of note Lin Yu knew in Pingchuan.

Shen Buyao studied Lin Yu’s eyes but didn’t press further.

Instead, she continued:

"Bringing you here today wasn’t to auction your treasure on the spot.

With something this rare, barely anyone here would even qualify to bid.

Since you’ve decided to auction the Hibiscus Plate, I’ll introduce you to the head of Gui Market later to set terms.

For big deals like this, Gui Market needs at least two days to promote before holding a special auction."

That sounded reasonable enough.

Lin Yu had no objections.

A transaction worth millions happening too fast would’ve been suspicious anyway.

Curious, Lin Yu asked:

"Can you help me arrange auctions for the two jade pieces too, Yaoyao-jie?"

From the system’s intel,

Lin Yu knew a "Shen family member" would likely approach him.

But unless Shen Buyao said it herself,

he couldn’t let on that he already knew.

"College boy, didn’t I say I’d take them?" Shen Buyao replied.

"To be precise, the ‘Shen family’ will buy those jades.

That old cow hasn’t shown up yet, but you’ll meet her soon.

Don’t worry about the price—you or whoever’s behind you can take those pieces to any appraiser.

When that old cow makes an offer, she won’t shortchange you!"

Typical Social Queen Yaoyao.

Even her own family wasn’t spared—

"old cow" this, "old cow" that,

leaving Lin Yu struggling not to imagine just how "capitalized" this person must be.

From what Lin Yu observed,

they were near the auction hall entrance.

Dozens of guests milled about in small groups, exchanging pleasantries.

Aside from a few initial greetings to Shen Buyao,

no one dared approach their little bubble afterward.

Likely thanks to her sheer presence—

just standing there created an automatic exclusion zone!

Fifteen minutes later,

the entrance cleared out,

leaving only two tall men in black cloth shoes by the doors.

Shen Buyao checked her phone, then barked at them:

"Hey! Fetch me tonight’s auction catalog."

One of the men immediately jogged into the venue.

Huang Feirong muttered: "First of all, my name isn’t ‘Hey’~"

Lin Yu: "..."

The Queen of Raunch really has seen all kinds of films, huh...

Soon, Shen Buyao held the catalog.

Her eyes skimmed it rapidly—

Lin Yu had no clue what she was looking for.

Within a minute,

she crumpled the paper and tossed it into a nearby bin.

"Let’s go," she declared, striding off. "With junk like this, those two definitely won’t show."

Lin Yu: "Yaoyao-jie, where are we—"

Shen Buyao: "To find her mom and that old cow!"

Huang Feirong: "Can I skip this? Pretend I got lost?"

......

The trio returned to the elevator, ascending one floor to B1.

Just one level up,

yet the noise difference was staggering.

While downstairs buzzed with activity,

this floor was eerily quiet,

lit only by faint wall lamps barely illuminating the path.

The dimness didn’t bother Lin Yu—

his enhanced vision thrived on minimal light.

But with nothing but white tiles lining the sterile hallway,

there wasn’t much to see anyway.

Only after turning into the "building proper" did decorations appear.

As they walked,

more "black cloth shoes" men nodded at the women without stopping or questioning them.

If Lin Yu had to guess,

this was likely the Gui Market head’s "office."

The main hall’s classical décor exuded refined elegance,

its walls adorned with a sharply calligraphered "Gui" character.

Yet something felt off...

Ever since leaving the elevator,

Lin Yu’s heightened hearing had picked up a strange sound—

"Tap tap tap..."

Faint in the hallway,

it grew clearer in the "office" lobby.

Not keyboard clattering,

but similarly rhythmic.

Inside,

a bespectacled woman in a white blouse and pencil skirt

hurried over from a reception-like desk.

"Miss Feirong, Miss Yao, you’re here?"

"Sister Hong and the others are—"

Before she could finish,

Shen Buyao brushed past:

"I know where they are. No need to guide us."

"With that racket, you think I’m deaf?"

As Huang Feirong passed,

she plucked the woman’s employee badge from her neckline and tucked it into her breast pocket.

"Heh, put it right here—much sexier, right?"

"Wouldn’t you agree, college boy?"

Lin Yu: "!!!"

Why drag me into your employee harassment?!

I’m a respectable man!

Scrambling after Shen Buyao,

Lin Yu couldn’t look the receptionist in the eye anymore.

At the first inner door,

Shen Buyao shoved it open without hesitation.

"Tap tap tap..."

"Tap tap tap..."

"Hadouken! You’re done for, Little Jiu! Crawl back to your mom!"

"In your dreams! This is my best Mai Shiranui!"

"..."

The room housed an old-school arcade machine,

where two women’s voices—one deep and domineering, the other light and playful—bantered over the game’s sounds.

Lin Yu finally realized what those strange sounds he had been hearing truly were...

Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong were so addicted to gaming they couldn’t tear themselves away.

So it’s fucking hereditary after all!

...