Hearing this, Lin Yu was genuinely a bit surprised.
Just a moment ago, they were talking about personal relationships, and suddenly the topic shifted to the serious business of the antique trade.
The topic changed so fast that Lin Yu's mind couldn't quite keep up.
Wang Biao actually hung around Ghost Market Street.
It wasn't surprising that he knew about the recent major events involving the Huang family.
But for him to actively bring it up with Lin Yu?
That was something Lin Yu hadn't expected at all.
Lin Yu nodded and answered truthfully,
"Yeah, I heard it's become a pretty big deal."
"I'm not in the antique circle, so I don't really know the inside story."
"Brother Biao, do you know what's going on?"
Looking at Wang Biao's expression, it seemed like he had something he wanted to tell Lin Yu.
As for what exactly it was, Lin Yu couldn't guess at all.
Wang Biao took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.
He stared at Lin Yu for a long time, making Lin Yu feel a bit bewildered.
When they were discussing personal relationship issues just now, Wang Biao's tone and demeanor had indeed been serious.
But nowhere near as serious as he was right now!
What was going on?
Did Brother Biao know the inside scoop?
If it was really that hard to talk about, he didn't have to bring it up to Lin Yu at all!
Why make the atmosphere so tense?
After finishing his cigarette, Wang Biao lit another one for himself.
As if having made some sort of decision, he finally spoke to Lin Yu:
"Huang Daoqi. Remember this name."
"If the people from the Huang family or those two young ladies from the Shen family come looking for you later."
"I hope you can lend a hand. This name might be able to help them."
"Don't mention me. Just pretend I don't know anything."
"Bro, if the truth comes to light one day, you'll know how much pressure your older brother here took to give you this name!"
"This is breaking the rules. I've never done anything like this before."
"I don't know why, but seeing you, kid, I just felt like I should tell you."
"Of course, if they don't come to you, whatever you do, don't get involved on your own!"
Lin Yu's heart was pounding with shock: "!!!"
Huang Daoqi!
It sounded like someone from the Huang family.
This coincided almost perfectly with the information Lin Yu had obtained in Shen Jiuyi's dream.
Lin Yu even began to wonder if Brother Biao also had some kind of system on him.
Did he think of revealing such important information just because he saw Lin Yu with them?
He was practically clairvoyant!
Lin Yu quickly nodded and promised,
"Understood. Thank you, Brother Biao."
"If there ever comes a time when this name is useful, I definitely won't tie it back to you."
Lin Yu didn't offer any polite platitudes about how it wouldn't be needed or that such a thing wouldn't happen.
Pingchuan was only so big.
If something major really happened, it couldn't be kept hidden even if someone tried.
Lin Yu also didn't ask too many questions about how Brother Biao got this information.
It was his information to begin with. Being willing to share it with him was already a huge deal.
If he were to ungratefully ask too many questions, it would only make him look tactless.
...
Back at the dinner table.
With Brother Biao's interruption acting as a cover, the topic regarding Sister Chunxia was completely turned over.
Instead, under Brother Biao's intentional or unintentional guidance, their conversation
shifted to the antique circle.
Lin Yu could somewhat sense that Brother Biao seemed to want to tell him something through Sister Chunxia's mouth.
"Little Yu, I heard Biaozi mention that you also know a bit about antiques?"
"You two even ran into each other at Ghost Market Street just a few days ago, right?"
Lin Yu picked up the conversation and replied,
"That's right, Brother Biao and I did meet at the antique market."
"In the apartment we rent, there's a girl named Shen Buyao who does business on Ghost Market Street."
"So when I have free time, I also go for a stroll around Ghost Market Street."
"I didn't expect to run into Brother Biao that day."
"It was actually Brother Biao who recognized me first. It was quite a coincidence."
Mao Ruirui understood Lin Yu's words and chimed in,
"You're talking about Yaoyao, right? The shop she opened on Ghost Market Street is called Wubao Pavilion."
"We're all very familiar with her. Sister Chunxia, do you also follow things related to antiques?"
Recalling the time Song Chunxia had taken out an old object for appraisal when she last saw Lin Yu,
Mao Ruirui joined the conversation.
For the longest time at the dinner table, Mao Ruirui had been able to chime in during the first half when they were talking about pets.
But just now, she had mostly been reduced to listening to everyone else chat.
Finally having a topic she could contribute to, she eagerly joined the discussion.
Hearing Shen Buyao's name, Song Chunxia had a sudden realization and said,
"So Boss Yao lives with you guys!"
"No wonder... that explains it!"
"Then you must also know Huang... Huang what was it, that girl from the Huang family?"
Wang Biao: "Huang Feirong!"
Song Chunxia: "Right, right, right. Huang Feirong. I remember her name sounding a lot like Wong Fei-hung."
Mao Ruirui smiled and added,
"Rongrong. She often comes to the apartment to hang out too, we all know her."
"Last time we ate together, I think I heard that her family..."
"Ran into some trouble?"
"Since it was their private business, we didn't ask too much, so we don't know exactly what happened."
Lin Yu looked at Mao Ruirui with considerable excitement.
His eyes were full of approval!
Her driving the topic forward perfectly achieved the exact effect Lin Yu had wanted.
Just a moment ago, Lin Yu had been considering whether, if he were to ask about it himself,
it would make Sister Chunxia notice something amiss.
Now that Mao Ruirui had thrown the topic out there, all he had to do was follow along and continue the conversation.
Lin Yu added, asking,
"Sister Rongrong and Sister Yaoyao actually mentioned a bit of it to me before."
"It seems like there was some issue with the auction house?"
"Something about clients causing trouble, I don't really understand it."
"Sister Chunxia, do you know what's going on?"
Lin Yu first described the general outline of the situation himself.
He was afraid that Song Chunxia might think they knew absolutely nothing.
If she had wanted to share something, she might have felt hesitant to speak up if they were completely clueless.
By showing that they already knew some relevant information, Song Chunxia would feel less psychological pressure to continue the story.
After all,
when it came to the family matters of someone else's friends, who would want to leave the impression of being a gossip?
Just as Lin Yu expected.
After Lin Yu finished speaking, Song Chunxia spoke without any psychological burden:
"Yeah, it's considered one of the biggest events to happen in the antique circle in recent years."
"Biaozi, we're talking about your circle now. Is it okay to talk about it?"
Wang Biao quickly waved his hand, unable to resist grumbling,
"What do you mean 'my circle'? What circle am I in?"
"Aren't I in the landlord circle?"
"I just collect rent every day. I have absolutely nothing to do with their high-end circle."
"Stop randomly assigning me identities all day long. You just say whatever you want to say, no one's stopping you."
Although it seemed like a joke, Wang Biao was actually preemptively removing himself from the situation.
It meant that the messy affairs they were about to discuss had absolutely nothing to do with him personally.
Song Chunxia received the signal and began to talk openly:
"Well, I heard..."
"What I'm about to say is just hearsay!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
