The Hidden Dragon In-Law-Chapter 61 – Are you tired of living?

Hearing this voice, James Ye frowned and looked up.

He saw a young man dressed in a white linen Tang suit and black cloth shoes, adorned with various bracelets, striding towards him.

Despite it being broad daylight, the young man wore a pair of antique-style gold-rimmed glasses, with round black lenses reminiscent of the "civilized glasses" favored by the late Qing dynasty aristocrats.

Following behind him were four or five bodyguards. Compared to his pretentious elegance, these bodyguards looked much more menacing, causing people nearby to quickly step aside to avoid trouble.

"Oh, it's Young Master Qin!"

The shop owner, upon seeing the young man, immediately beamed with joy, flattering words flowing from his mouth like water, "Young Master Qin, why didn't you let me know you were coming today? I could have gone to the street corner to welcome you..."

"Enough with the nonsense, I'm just here to look around today," the young man impatiently waved his hand.

He strode forward, glanced at the stone in James Ye's hand, and then asked the shop owner, "Zhang Ermao, pack this stone for me! My dad's desk needs a paperweight, and this will do just fine!"

"Well..." The shop owner, with his beady eyes, forced a smile and looked at James Ye with a troubled expression, saying ingratiatingly, "Young Master Qin, this is really unfortunate! This stone has already been bought by this gentleman! There's nothing special about it anyway, it's only good for pressing paper. I saved better items for you. This worthless stone isn't worth your attention; only the finest goods match your status."

James Ye then realized that the shop owner's name was Zhang Ermao and that he seemed to know this young man.

However, he was also impressed by Zhang Ermao's smooth-talking skills.

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Truly, he could say whatever suited the situation.

Zhang Ermao quickly took out a hardened plastic jade horse, spitting as he spoke, "Young Master Qin, this is a beloved item of a noble consort from the previous dynasty. Look at this jade, so clear and translucent. Good jade finds its destined owner. Let's not talk too much; for the sake of Young Master Qin, you can have it for the same price as the chicken cup you bought yesterday, nine thousand bucks!"

Christopher Xiao was left speechless. The same fake chicken cup he bought for three hundred bucks seemed like a bargain compared to the nine thousand this Young Master Qin paid!

"Stop talking nonsense and get lost!" Young Master Qin, growing impatient, kicked Zhang Ermao aside and arrogantly said, "I want this stone. Give it to me, and I'll give you twenty thousand!"

Hearing the offer of twenty thousand, Zhang Ermao's heart warmed. He turned to James Ye and said, "Brother, how about you let Young Master Qin have it?"

James Ye frowned and coldly said, "This is something I bought. I don't want to transfer it to someone else."

"Who said you could transfer it? You haven't even paid yet. Whoever pays gets it!" Young Master Qin said impatiently, then took out a wallet from his pocket and threw a stack of red bills at Zhang Ermao's face.

"Keep the change from the twenty thousand. I'm taking it."

Zhang Ermao's eyes lit up as he quickly grabbed the red bills and smiled apologetically at James Ye, "Brother, I have another inkstone paperweight from the Kangxi Emperor. It's definitely better than this."

James Ye smiled and said, "Zhang Ermao, there's no need for me to point out your tricks, right? I bought this paperweight first, and I'm not interested in giving it to anyone else."

Seeing that James Ye wouldn't budge, Zhang Ermao had no choice.

After all, according to the rules of antique trading, it's first come, first served. If he broke the rules, word would spread, and he wouldn't be able to do business on this antique street anymore.

Zhang Ermao had to turn around, nodding and bowing to Young Master Qin, "Young Master Qin, this paperweight really isn't a good item. I have better ones at home..."

Before he could finish, Young Master Qin kicked him hard in the waist and angrily scolded, "You've got some nerve! I've bought several things from you, and now you're siding with this pauper?"

Zhang Ermao fell to the ground, clutching his waist and groaning, "Young Master Qin, if he doesn't give it to me, there's nothing I can do."

As he spoke, he kept winking at James Ye, hoping he would give up the stone.

Just by looking at James Ye's attire and demeanor, it was clear he didn't come from a wealthy or powerful family.

But Young Master Qin was different. He was a well-known second-generation rich kid in the antique world, never short of money since birth.

Zhang Ermao didn't want to offend Young Master Qin or break the rules, so he kept winking at James Ye.

James Ye had already noticed Zhang Ermao's signals but ignored them, calmly saying, "No."

Zhang Ermao, feeling helpless, could only sit on the ground and groan, avoiding further retaliation from Young Master Qin.

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"Look at you, you useless fool!"

Young Master Qin scolded, then raised his head, squinting at James Ye, and said arrogantly, "You bought it for three hundred bucks, right? I'll give you thirty thousand. Hand it over!"

The crowd gasped, all eyes on James Ye, some filled with envy.

Something bought for three hundred bucks had increased in value a hundredfold before it even warmed up in his hands. This was a clear profit!

Moreover, that pebble was obviously just picked up from a riverbank. Anyone knowledgeable could see it was just a common stone, not some Emperor Qianlong paperweight!

Even Christopher Xiao was tempted. After all, he could make over twenty thousand in a flip, covering his losses from yesterday and still making a small profit.

James Ye looked up, smiled at Young Master Qin, and said, "I already said, I'm not selling. Even if you offer three hundred thousand, my answer remains the same."

"You!"

Young Master Qin's face turned ugly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The crowd was packed around them, and James Ye's public refusal was a slap in his face.

"Hick! Are you deliberately going against me?" Young Master Qin sneered viciously, "Don't you know that on this antique street, anything I, Qin Aodong, fancy, I always get?"

"Today, whether you sell it or not, you're selling it!"

With that, Young Master Qin waved his hand.

The bodyguards immediately surrounded James Ye.

The crowd's expressions changed.

Even Christopher Xiao was stunned.

The Qin family of Jinling?

They were even wealthier than Daniel Wang's family!

No wonder Young Master Qin didn't bat an eye at spending nine thousand on a fake chicken cup. He didn't care about the money; it was just for fun!

The bodyguards surrounded James Ye, looking fierce.

Christopher Xiao, fearing trouble, quickly signaled to James Ye to hand over the item to Young Master Qin.

James Ye remained calm, glanced at the bodyguards, and said, "I still say no! If you want to rob me, I can only tell you this: no one can take my things! Not even the King of Heaven!"

"So what if I rob you?" Qin Aodong arrogantly shouted, "I'm telling you, I am the King of Heaven! You, a hick, want to fight me? Are you tired of living?"