Huang Daoqi looked at Lin Yu with a broad grin.
Awkward as the situation was…
When it came to matters at hand, he still managed to carry on with a cheerful attitude.
Lin Yu couldn’t help admiring Uncle Huang a little.
After being scolded by his own daughter to that extent, he could still keep smiling and talking.
Never mind how capable he actually was at handling affairs.
Just that mindset alone was something most people could never match.
When you were a guest in someone else’s home, how could you possibly keep the host from speaking?
Lin Yu nodded and said politely:
“Go ahead, Uncle Huang. If it’s something else I can help with, I’ll certainly do my best.”
“But some matters…”
“They really have nothing to do with me, and I honestly don’t want to get involved in too many things.”
By putting the unpleasant part upfront, he could also indirectly stop Huang Daoqi from simply repeating what his daughter had already said.
His daughter hadn’t managed to get Lin Yu to agree.
And compared with Huang Daoqi, they had even less of a relationship!
Unexpectedly…
Huang Daoqi continued speaking with a cheerful smile:
“I understand, I understand.”
“Mr. Lin, let me put it another way…”
“The reputation of the Wubao Pavilion on Pingchuan Ghost Market Street is certainly loud enough.”
“I’m not sure how much you know about the entire Pingchuan antiques world.”
“Recently, a few antique dealers from Nancheng have been looking for an ‘opening’ to enter the trade here in Pingchuan.”
“Over the years, the antiques world in Pingchuan has always had its own rules.”
“If you have the time, Mr. Lin, all you need to do is pass this message on to the Shen family’s niece.”
“As for the rest… I believe she’ll contact me herself.”
“If you don’t trust me, Mr. Lin, and think I have some ulterior motive…”
“You can tell my sister-in-law about it as well. That’s perfectly fine too!”
After Huang Daoqi finished speaking, he clasped his hands and waved them toward Lin Yu.
Lin Yu hurriedly waved his hands in refusal.
“Don’t, don’t, Uncle Huang. There’s no need to be so formal.”
“That’s all?”
Lin Yu was genuinely surprised by what Huang Daoqi had said.
The matter…
seemed to be much less complicated than he had imagined.
According to Huang Daoqi, all he had to do was pass along a message. He didn’t actually need to do anything else.
As for the hidden meaning behind those words, Lin Yu couldn’t understand it for the time being.
He wasn’t part of the antiques circle, after all. It was perfectly normal that he didn’t get it.
Besides, Huang Daoqi didn’t mind if “his sister-in-law”—that is, Sister Hong—heard about the matter either.
His attitude was remarkably open and aboveboard.
It was completely beyond Lin Yu’s expectations.
He had to admit, Huang Daoqi really was a genius when it came to asking people for favors.
He had now tossed the problem straight into Lin Yu’s lap.
Lin Yu clearly possessed a very important piece of information.
The choice of whether to tell Antique Sister now rested with him.
If Antique Sister ended up in even greater trouble because he hadn’t warned her beforehand…
Lin Yu would definitely feel guilty.
That damn responsibility had been shifted onto him!
Huang Laoxie, you old fox!
What a vicious move!
He had turned asking Lin Yu for a favor into morally blackmailing him into doing it.
Everyone said Huang Feiya was even shrewder than her father, while her father was supposed to be an honest man.
But now it seemed…
Most people had probably been fooled by Old Huang’s simple, good-natured appearance.
Those methods of his were truly masterful.
After chatting casually for a few minutes, Lin Yu had been maneuvered completely into his trap.
And he couldn’t even lose his temper over it!
Damn it!
“All right, Uncle Huang. If I happen to run into Sister Yaoyao someday…”
“I’ll remember to pass those two messages on to her.”
Lin Yu didn’t press the matter any further, nor did he ask what those remarks truly meant.
The more you know, the greater the responsibility you bear.
Sometimes, people need to learn how to play dumb.
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Huang Daoqi rose to his feet and said,
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“I’ll keep looking around. You two go ahead and eat.”
“When I have time another day, I’ll treat Mr. Lin to a meal myself.”
With that, Huang Daoqi glanced at his daughter and slowly made his way out the door.
Huang Feiya sat at the dining table with a displeased expression, not moving an inch.
Lin Yu, on the other hand, went out to see Huang Daoqi off.
When he returned, Lin Yu asked curiously,
“Is this how you and your father usually get along?”
“You don’t seem close at all.”
Huang Feiya set down her chopsticks and looked at Lin Yu.
“You’ve been fooled by that old con artist!”
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