Chapter 21: 21 You also want to snatch my dog head gold? _1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Tang Feng had exhausted the last bit of his strength before he finally threw the baseball bat to the ground.

At that moment, he felt as limp as a noodle, unable to muster any strength.

Actually, the fact that it took so much effort to deal with three ordinary people was somewhat of an insult to his lv1 Martial Arts Mastery.

After all, lv1 Martial Arts Mastery was supposed to be a match for ten people, and he clearly hadn’t played his full hand.

But he could count on one hand the number of fights he had been in since he was a kid, and he was usually on the receiving end of the blows. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This was his first time facing off against others, and it was a three-to-one battle at that.

Yet, he still emerged victorious, which had to be considered a significant improvement.

He believed that once he gained more practical experience, he would be able to fully utilize his Martial Arts Mastery.

“Weren’t you trying to snatch my dog-head gold? Stop playing dead, come on, keep trying…”

After regaining some energy, he walked back to the stall owner and kicked him twice more.

“I dare not… I really dare not, I’m sorry, I was wrong… Please spare my life…”

The stall owner, already battered and bruised, hurriedly begged for mercy.

“Pfft, coward!”

Tang Feng cursed and didn’t continue to beat him.

He wasn’t yet financially well-off enough to get away with seriously injuring someone.

He reached into his pocket to touch the dog-head gold, and only when he felt it still there did he relax and prepare to leave.

Just then, Mr. Ma, who had been sitting on the Taishi Chair watching the whole fight, suddenly spoke up, “Young man, may I have a word with you?”

Tang Feng turned around immediately, “Do you want to steal my dog-head gold too?”

He had noticed this man a while back, his actions too striking to ignore.

Mr. Ma slowly rose to his feet and walked towards him, “Young man, don’t get me wrong. Let me introduce myself; my name is Ma Wenbo, and I’m a fellow collector.”

Seeing that he didn’t seem to be after the dog-head gold, Tang Feng’s attitude softened, “Hello, what would you like to discuss?”

Ma Wenbo glanced at the pocket of his clothes, “I’m very interested in that piece of dog-head gold you’ve got. Are you considering selling it?”

Tang Feng took out the dog-head gold, “You want to buy it?”

Ma Wenbo nodded, “I am indeed interested in dog-head gold, but what I really want to know is, how did you find out there was dog-head gold inside that jade toad?”

The guys who set up shop on Antique Street were all sharp operators.

If even they hadn’t noticed the dog-head gold inside the jade toad, how had this young man spotted it?

This piqued his curiosity.

Tang Feng chuckled a bit dismissively, “I just got lucky, really. I had no idea there was dog-head gold inside. Otherwise, why would I have tried to return it in the first place, right?”

Ma Wenbo stared into his eyes for a long time, “Is that really the case?”

Tang Feng nodded, “Of course. You don’t think I have x-ray vision, do you?”

Ma Wenbo immediately laughed and shook his head, “Well, it seems your luck is really something. Alright, let’s talk about the dog-head gold. It looks to be about two hundred grams, so I’m willing to offer six hundred thousand to take it off your hands, how’s that?”

Upon hearing his offer, Tang Feng hesitated for a moment.

Thinking Tang Feng was not agreeing, Ma Wenbo had to speak up again, “Young man, six hundred thousand is a fair price. Ask around; I guarantee no one will outbid me.”

Tang Feng saw his misunderstanding and immediately waved his hand, “It’s not that I think it’s too little, it seems too much. The dog-head gold is worth at most five hundred thousand. Why are you giving me an extra hundred thousand?”

Ma Wenbo laughed upon hearing this, “Indeed, a regular piece of dog-head gold weighing about two hundred grams is worth about five hundred thousand. But I think your piece has a fine quality and an interesting shape, so I’m offering a bit extra to make a good connection.”

That was Tang Feng’s first glimpse of a major collector’s generosity.

Others always thought about spending less or even no money at all.

And here was someone willing to spend an extra hundred thousand just to make a good connection.

That’s what you call vision!

“Alright, then this piece of dog-head gold is yours,” Tang Feng said without much fuss, immediately handing over the gold.

Ma Wenbo weighed it in his hand and then asked for Tang Feng’s bank account details, transferring six hundred thousand on the spot.

“May I know your name, young man?”

After slipping the dog-head gold into his pocket, he asked for Tang Feng’s name.

“I’m Tang Feng.” Not bothering to hide anything, Tang Feng gave his name and waved, “Mr. Ma, I’ve got things to do, so I’ll be off now, goodbye.”

Ma Wenbo wanted to chat a bit more, but since Tang Feng was already leaving, he could not say much more, “Goodbye then.”

With that, Tang Feng left under the astonished gazes of the onlookers.

It was foreseeable that today’s event at Antique Street would cause a small stir in the collector’s circle.

But that was no longer Tang Feng’s concern.

It was still early, so he was in no hurry to visit Qin Yanan’s antique shop.

After wandering the street for a while longer, he stopped at the Xishan Noodle Resturant for a bowl of sliced noodles.

Only then did he leisurely make his way to Qin Yanan’s antique shop.

Her shop was called Ya Garden, undoubtedly taking a character from her name.

The location of Ya Garden wasn’t great, situated not far from Antique Street.

Why would anyone venture here when they could treasure hunt on Antique Street?

That was one of the reasons why her business wasn’t doing too well.

Luckily, she owned the property and didn’t have to pay rent.

Otherwise, her antique shop probably wouldn’t have lasted long.

Upon arriving at Ya Garden, Tang Feng took a moment to look it over from the outside.

A sign hung above the door, neatly inscribed with two characters — Ya Garden!

Based on the handwriting, it must have been written by Qin Yanan herself.

While he admired the calligraphy, Qin Yanan had already come out of the shop.

“How is it? Shocked by the writing I did?” asked Qin Yanan, wearing a look of pride, seemingly waiting for his compliments.

“I’m stunned indeed, I never thought someone could be so thick-skinned to hang their own writing on the front door,” he responded.

“Drop dead!”