Shen Buyao had invited the two of them as guests to the Ghost Market Street.
She must have mentioned a bustling place like the auction house.
Otherwise,
they wouldn't be sitting here chatting casually; they would be strolling down the street instead.
Since they were waiting patiently on the sidelines, naturally, they were waiting for the auction to begin.
Just as Lin Yu expected.
After he finished speaking, Shen Buyao explained directly,
"Of course we're going to the auction house. I even specifically reserved front-row seats for you two sisters."
"When we see Sister Hong later, you rascal Lin Yu better remember to thank her properly."
"The front-row seats aren't for just anyone to sit in."
Lin Yu fully understood this reminder.
Shen Buyao wasn't exaggerating; she was stating an absolute fact.
First of all,
those who could enter the auction house and have a seat were definitely not ordinary people.
Those without some financial strength could only stand on the outside and watch the excitement.
Even onlookers needed to register, let alone the seated bidders.
The importance of the front-row seats was naturally self-evident.
The closer to the auction stage, the clearer the view.
Over time, the front-row seats had instead become a symbol of status and position.
Today,
they had also run into the chaotic affairs of the auction house.
Who knew how many people were watching from the shadows, wanting to see the Huang family make a fool of themselves.
Under such circumstances, Sister Hong was still willing to do a favor for the people around Lin Yu.
Giving Lin Yu such face truly deserved a proper, face-to-face thank you.
Listening to Shen Buyao's words, Chen Qimeng said uneasily,
"Yaoyao, will this be too much trouble?"
"It's better if we don't do anything that might delay their business."
"Little Xue and I just came over to take a stroll and have a look around."
"We don't necessarily have to go anywhere specific; this street is actually very lively!"
Chen Qimeng had brought Du Ruxue out primarily to relax.
Troubling others was not her intention at all.
From Shen Buyao's words, it wasn't hard to tell that this matter was no small thing.
Therefore,
Chen Qimeng quickly spoke up, not wanting Little Yu to be put in a difficult position because of her.
Lin Yu walked over to Chen Qimeng's side and said,
"Don't worry, Aunt Qimeng!"
"Sister Hong and I have a pretty good relationship. Since we've already gotten the admission tickets,"
"wouldn't it be even more awkward to return them to her?"
Lin Yu's reverse persuasion directly hit Chen Qimeng's soft spot.
Having lived with Aunt Qimeng for so many years,
how could Lin Yu not understand her personality?
Worrying about troubling others was a habit she had developed in her way of doing things.
In addition to that,
she was even more worried about refusing someone's good intentions and causing them to lose face.
Moreover, what Lin Yu said indeed made sense.
They kindly reserved seats for you and gave you rare front-row admission tickets.
And what would be the result?
You just decide not to go?
That sounded like it would be even more disrespectful.
Du Ruxue chimed in to remind her,
"Mengmeng, didn't we agree to come out and have fun today and follow their arrangements for everything?"
"Why are you starting to make arrangements again now?"
"Haven't you made enough arrangements at home!"
"Hurry up and take a break. Today is the young people's home ground."
"We are just the live audience who came along for the fun."
It had to be said,
Du Ruxue's words really fit Lin Yu's values perfectly.
He wondered if agreeing to let Maomao move in had changed many of Du Ruxue's personal thoughts.
Seeing her again today, he felt that she had become much lighter overall.
Changes in one's aura could easily be reflected in their behavior.
She gave off the feeling of having taken off a heavy burden and looking several years younger.
Hearing this, Chen Qimeng didn't dare to say anything more.
Young people nowadays didn't like having their enthusiasm worn down by old cliches.
Chen Qimeng had also been learning recently to adopt a different mindset when getting along with Lin Yu.
After the few of them had discussed and agreed,
Shen Jiuyi, who had been lingering outside the door, put on a show of arriving late and greeted everyone normally.
However,
when she spoke with Lin Yu, she inevitably seemed to lack confidence.
...
After waiting in the shop for a long time, there was still no sign of Huang Feirong.
Lin Yu asked Shen Buyao with some suspicion,
"Sister Yaoyao, did you really agree with Sister Rongrong to meet up at your shop?"
"The auction is about to start, so why haven't we seen her yet?"
According to what Shen Buyao and Shen Jiuyi said, Huang Feirong should have arrived long ago.
But they had already finished two plates of sunflower seeds, and there was still no sign of her?
Could it be that something had held her up?
Naturally, it wasn't Lin Yu's place to ask about such things.
If they needed to inquire about the situation, the two Shen family girls would have to do it.
Just in case,
if Huang Feirong was truly delayed by something she couldn't speak of and couldn't come,
she would definitely tell the two of them.
Since there was still no news up to this point, it meant it must be a very urgent private matter.
Shen Buyao took out her phone and glanced at the time.
She then opened WeChat and QQ, checking to see if there were any messages from Huang Feirong.
Fifteen minutes ago,
she had already sent a message to Huang Feirong, asking why she hadn't arrived yet.
But up until now, she hadn't received any reply.
This was not like Huang Feirong's style at all.
Even if something really came up at home, she should have freed up a hand to send a message and tell her.
Continuing to wait like this wasn't a solution.
Simply put,
Shen Buyao directly made a phone call to her.
The phone rang for a long time.
Just as it was about to hang up, it finally connected!
Shen Buyao put it on speakerphone and immediately started to speak sarcastically in a bad mood:
"Rongrong, even if you were taking a dump, you could have finished several times over such a long period, right?"
"What on earth are you dawdling for? Is there no toilet paper in the bathroom?"
Chen Qimeng and Du Ruxue looked at each other, seeing the suppressed smiles in each other's eyes.
Lin Yu wasn't the least bit surprised by this.
The communication between Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong was simply not something normal people could listen to.
Their current conversation was already considered quite restrained.
No one made a sound, quietly waiting for Huang Feirong's reply.
Very soon,
the person on the other end of the phone spoke hesitantly,
"Yaoyao, how about you guys just come straight to the auction house."
"I'm with my sister right now, and I can't leave for the time being."
The tone of her answer was very formal.
It was completely obvious what kind of situation Huang Feirong was in at this moment.
Shen Buyao asked suspiciously,
"Your sister?"
"Isn't your sister, me, right here in the shop!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Shen Jiuyi: "..."
In this situation, even an outsider could hear that Huang Feirong was not talking about Shen Buyao.
Shen Buyao was still confused and hadn't realized it.
This wasn't intentional teasing; the antique sister's brain capacity really was just that big.
It was Shen Jiuyi who responded, saying,
"The sister she's talking about is definitely not you."
"Besides you, doesn't she have another sister?"
Shen Buyao's eyes shifted, and she immediately caught on,
"Huang Feiya? Why did she look for you!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
