Chapter 22: 22 Not quite a prodigy, just a genius I suppose_1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this moment, there were a few customers inside Ya Garden.

When they saw Qin Yanan walking in with a young man, they all looked at Tang Feng with surprise.

Don’t be fooled by Qin Yanan’s appearance, which is like a beauty from heaven, always seeming like she could have an affair at any moment.

In reality, she rarely flattered any of the customers in the store.

Indeed, there were those who were deceived by her appearance and began to harbor improper thoughts about her.

But later, those people all disappeared without a trace for a while.

When they appeared again, their attitude toward Qin Yanan had become extremely respectful, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

When others inquired about what happened, these people kept their mouths shut and were unwilling to explain clearly.

Over time, there were rumors that Miss Qin had a very powerful godfather who could cover the sky with one hand in Zhonghai.

Anyone daring to target his goddaughter would meet a miserable end.

Regardless of whether the rumors were true or false, now no one dared to target Miss Qin anymore.

It was also because of this reason that when they saw Qin Yanan walking in arm in arm with a young man, and their behavior was very affectionate, they were instantly shocked.

They were all secretly guessing the identity of this young man.

“Mr. Zhang, that Tang I told you about is here, didn’t you want to meet him?”

Qin Yanan entered the store and spoke to an old man sitting at a table by the window, who was studying an old book with a magnifying glass. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Tang Feng was sure the old man heard her, but he didn’t get up immediately, instead continuing to focus all his attention on the book.

Instantly, he judged that the old man was probably not easy to talk to.

However, he wasn’t too worried, since he’d come today just to help Qin Yanan.

If things got too heated, he could just leave.

With that thought in mind, he began to look around the antique store.

While business for Qin Yanan’s antique store was average, the decor had been attentively designed.

It used a fusion of classical and modern decorative styles, traditional but not rigid, fresh but not out of place.

It was probably designed by a prestigious designer.

There were quite a few shelves in the store, and many antiques were placed on them.

Inside were porcelains, potteries, metal utensils, etc., all covered with glass domes.

There were also many paintings and calligraphic works hung on the walls.

All in all, it looked somewhat impressive.

But as he activated his scanning system and took a look around, he realized there weren’t many fine pieces inside.

He wondered if Mr. Zhang’s level was just average, or if the boss herself was not really focused on the antique store.

Either way, there was a reason for the lackluster business.

However, it’s worth praising that the details of the antique placement, temperature, humidity, and lighting in the store were very well managed.

It made people feel comfortable as soon as they walked in.

He waited here for a good fifteen minutes and Mr. Zhang seemed to have forgotten about him, never coming over to greet him.

Qin Yanan, standing on the side, felt somewhat embarrassed and urged again, “Mr. Zhang, don’t you want to meet Tang first?”

Mr. Zhang glanced at the two of them and finally placed the magnifying glass in the old book, took off his reading glasses, and got up to walk over.

He appeared to be in his sixties but was somewhat hunched and shuffled as he walked.

Tang Feng was worried that he might not step firmly and have a fall, possibly even breathing his last.

So Tang Feng immediately stepped forward, intending to help him.

But Mr. Zhang raised his hand to stop him, “No need, I haven’t reached the point of needing someone to help me walk.”

Tang Feng could only withdraw his hand and stood quietly to the side.

Mr. Zhang looked him over a few times before asking, “May I know where you studied? What is your master’s name?”

Tang Feng glanced at Qin Yanan. Hadn’t she told him about his situation?

Although puzzled, he honestly replied, “I haven’t formally apprenticed with anyone; I’ve relied on self-study.”

Mr. Zhang glanced at his face, “Nowadays, self-study can also make one an Appraiser? It seems then you’re quite an exceptional talent.”

Tang Feng knew he hadn’t offended the man, but he could detect the sarcasm in his words and responded bluntly, “A ‘genius’, not an exceptional talent.”

Mr. Zhang nodded with a smile, “Good for a young man to be a bit arrogant, but you must know your limits. Don’t get too carried away, or you’ll be disliked.”

Tang Feng turned to look at Qin Yanan. Was she having him here as an Appraiser or to be lectured?

Qin Yanan’s expression turned awkward, and she quickly turned to Mr. Zhang, “Don’t be fooled by Tang’s age, Mr. Zhang. He’s very strong in antique appraisal.”

Mr. Zhang didn’t respond to her and slowly sat down on the chair, “Then let me test him to see how strong he really is.”

Qin Yanan laughed and waved her hands, “Is it really necessary to test? I saw with my own eyes yesterday; there’s no mistake.”

Mr. Zhang turned back to look at her, “If I’m to entrust this responsibility to him, of course, I need to personally test him to be reassured.”

“Of course, you’re the owner of Ya Garden, if you’ve already decided on him, then I have nothing further to say.”

“This…” Qin Yanan looked at Tang Feng, seemingly embarrassed.

“Since Mr. Zhang isn’t reassured about me, then let him test me. I also want to know my true strengths. If I’m not qualified for the position, I certainly won’t take on the responsibility,” Tang Feng was indifferent, he had a system in hand, what was there to fear?

Mr. Zhang’s expression improved somewhat upon hearing his words, “It’s rare to have your kind of mentality.”

“I’ll pose three questions, and if you can answer two correctly, you’ll pass the assessment.”

Tang Feng shook his head, “No need for that. If I get one question wrong out of three, you won’t need to ask me to leave—I will leave on my own.”

Mr. Zhang suddenly laughed loudly, “Quite a temper, I hope your skills match your temper.”

With that, he suddenly pulled out a Copper Coin from his pocket and placed it on the table.

“First challenge, let’s start with an appetizer. Tell me if this Copper Coin is real or fake?”