90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 280: Confucian Temple

The road had been emptied. But there were still a large number of armed police clearing the way on both sides.

"Huh, why did that car stop?"

"What happened?"

When Cheng Shou stopped the car, many people in the car behind were very puzzled.

On both sides of the street, many passersby were also watching.

"Look, the first car has stopped, and it seems that someone is going to get off."

"It's definitely not easy to build such a large fleet...the people in it are definitely not easy, take out your phone and prepare to take a photo."

"Who is it that can make such a big movement?"

The voices of those citizens and tourists were quite lively.

And in their gaze, Cheng Shou got out of the car first.

"Master, don't you need me to be with you?" As for Wang An, he looked at Ye Bei with a lot of anticipation in his old eyes. He knew that once Ye Bei walked out of the car door, he would go directly to another place. 

"It's not necessary, wait until the matter is done first." Ye Bei's voice was cold.

After Wang An heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was full of excitement.

Perhaps Ye Bei's words were very cold or maybe he did not fully agree... But... this answer faintly revealed another meaning...

As long as he got things done, he could follow Ye Bei to serve him until he died. This kind of promise was absolutely precious to Wang An.

"Yes, Master... this old servant will definitely do this thing as quickly as possible." Wang An said excitedly.

After his voice just fell and before Cheng Shou could open the door for Ye Bei, Ye Bei had already pushed the car door open.

Wang An looked at the completely different scenery outside the car door and was slightly taken aback though he had seen this scene quite a few times before.

Then Ye Bei, without hesitation, lifted his foot and got up slowly.

When his body passed through the car door, it was as if he had passed through space.

This scene looked very strange.

From the perspective of Cheng Shou standing outside... he saw the car door opened, and no one came out at all.

But from Wang An's perspective...

He could clearly see Ye Bei going out from the car door.

As for the moment, the people on both sides of the street were also very puzzled.

"What the hell was going on in that first car..."

"It should be the driver who came out just now. He started to pull the door, but I can see clearly that his hand did not touch the door at all, the door opened automatically. Is this a new technology?"

"It's weird... What is that driver doing so respectful to the air?"

"No, there is still someone sitting in the car, he should be talking! But I just don't understand... he can just speak in the car with his underling. Why did he ask his underling to get off the car to talk? I really don't understand what these rich and powerful people think."

People on both sides of the street talked a lot.

They were the same as Cheng Shou, they couldn't see the scene when Ye Bei left.

... 

The team started again. 

"Master... Just now, the Old Master left again?" Cheng Shou returned to the driving position. After the car had advanced for more than a thousand meters, he couldn't help but broke the dull atmosphere inside the car and spoke softly.

"Master always does this."

In the past, Wang An would definitely not answer Cheng Shou.

But today was different. When Ye Bei left, he left him with an expectation.

At this moment, Wang An was quite happy inside.

...

East China, Confucian Temple.

This was a very famous antique market in this city. 

With a temple in the name, it didn't mean that the market was very small. 

It was quite the opposite. The entire Confucian Temple was just one street.

On both sides of the street, there were a lot of buildings with classical style. Each building corresponded to a facade.

This place only dealt in antiques.

Apart from this, there was no other industry. 

But even so, every moment, there were countless tourists coming here, making this street full of life and excitement.

Its prosperous degree, in a sense, had even surpassed the Fortune-Telling Street in Beijing.

Now, in the middle of the Confucian Temple, an antique shop was crowded with people.

The name of this antique shop was: Year's Trace.

The owner was an old man in his seventies, wearing a Tang suit with sharp eyes. If the shop was crowded on weekdays, he would definitely be very happy, but today, when he stood in the shop, his brows were tightly wrinkled.

"Hey, boss, is this porcelain plate really going to be sold? But the price tag is 10,000 yuan"

A Westerner with white skin and a tall body was using poor Chinese to ask the boss. His voice was full of provocation.

"James, what you said is wrong! You have to know an old saying in China, when you open the door to do business, everyone is a customer. These antiques are clearly priced. As long as the money is given, there is no reason not to sell, right?"

Behind the western man stood another man and a woman, both foreigners. At the moment, the woman among them had a mocking voice. When speaking, her eyes were squinted as her hands wrapped around her chest. Overall, she looked arrogant. 

The last foreigner raised his head, his eyes continued to look at the shop, the corners of his mouth raised, and he seemed to enjoy it.

The expressions of the Chinese people around them were very ugly.

"Are there any mistakes... Is it possible that all the treasures of our China will be swept away by these foreigners?"

"Damn it! Why are their eyes so harsh? And... this Confucian Temple actually sells so many national treasures as rubbish?"

"If you don't understand, don't talk, they are just here to find troubles. The really poor people are Chinese people. They obviously have such good things in hand, but they don't know how to distinguish, and they even gave others a chance."

The surrounding voices kept on.

As for the owner of Year's Trace Antique Shop, his face turned black.

What could he do?

He opened the door for business and so many people were watching.

If he refused... it was fine when he was ridiculed by these foreigners. But how could I hang around this antique street in the future?

But if it continued like this, his business would definitely die.

At this moment, the boss was extremely tangled in his heart!

He held back for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, "You are right, I open the door to do business... the price is clearly marked here, and whatever you like, as long as you can pay, we can make a deal."

...

Confucian Temple, entrance to the street.

Although there were a lot of tourists here, it was much more peaceful than that in the Year's Trace.

At this moment, a young man in white clothing walked leisurely among the street.

Next to the teenager was a middle-aged man with dark skin and wicked eyebrows, the man should've had regarded Ye Bei's young appearance as inexperienced and thought he was very easy to cheat, but as he walked, the man's mouth kept talking and promoting various antiques.