Key Information, Huang Family Insider

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!"

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