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Chapter 440: Here, my rules are the rules_1
 

“Bound to lose? Where do you get that confidence from?” Tang Feng couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh when he heard Zhao Quande’s threat.

“Just because I am the top appraiser on Antiques Street, like you, skilled in all categories. I achieved the qualification of a senior appraiser in all categories twenty years ago.” Zhao Quande’s voice was resounding, his face full of pride.

But he indeed had the capital to be proud.

Appraisers skilled in all categories were rare to begin with, let alone someone who got the senior appraiser qualification in all categories twenty years ago.

Over the past twenty years, his strength must have reached new heights.

This confidence alone was something Tang Feng, a newcomer in the antiques world, couldn’t compare with.

There were many customers on the scene, who didn’t know about Zhao Quande’s background before.

Now that they heard him say this, they immediately respected him.

“Oh my God, so this one is the real hidden boss?”

“I didn’t even notice just now. No wonder he is the backbone of these appraisers. It makes sense now.”

“This Mr. Tang has finally met his match.”

“I originally thought Mr. Tang was sure to win, but now it seems the outcome is still uncertain!”

Initially, most people on the scene thought Tang Feng would definitely win, but after hearing about Zhao Quande’s background, they all started to watch quietly.

It seemed the outcome was still unknown.

In fact, Tang Feng’s odds of winning seemed even lower.

No matter how strong he was, he was just a newcomer who had recently acquired the qualification of a senior appraiser in all categories.

Whereas Zhao Quande had already achieved that twenty years ago.

Comparing the two, the chances of winning weren’t looking great.

“So you’re the number one person on Antiques Street? My apologies.” Tang Feng gave a perfunctory salute and then sharply turned the conversation, “However, what I like crushing the most is the so-called ‘number one.'”

“If you know what’s good for you, take your men and get lost now. You might save some face that way. If you remain clueless, today I will make sure you lose all of it.”

He had the system on his side; not just Antiques Street’s number one but even if Zhonghai’s top figure, Ouyang Yushan, came, what would he have to fear?

Zhao Quande thought his credentials would intimidate Tang Feng into respect. He didn’t expect this young man to become even more arrogant, making him utterly furious.

“Alright, young man, today I will teach you a profound lesson, to show you how ignorant you really are!”

“Heh, it’s yet to be seen who teaches whom a lesson. Old fart, save your breath and hurry up and pick your antiques. Once I’m done with you, I still need to open my doors for business.” Tang Feng didn’t want to waste any more words and hurriedly urged him on.

Their verbal battle completely threw civility out the window, leaving no face for each other, stunning the onlookers speechless.

“This Tang Feng is really full of himself. How can he talk to an elder like this?”

“Yeah, I can’t stand to watch this. Mr. Zhao is, after all, an elder. How can he be so rude? It shows no upbringing.”

“He’s breaking all the rules, thinking he can do whatever he wants just because he’s good at appraising?”

“Didn’t his master teach him any rules? People like him are tarnishing the reputation of the antiques industry…”

Many of the antique dealers and appraisers who were at the scene to watch the spectacle criticized Tang Feng’s attitude towards Zhao Quande.

The antiques industry values hierarchy and order.

As a junior, you can be arrogant, but you must not be disrespectful to your elders.

Tang Feng’s actions could be said to have broken certain unwritten rules.

Hearing the criticism from his peers, Tang Feng scoffed, “Rules? How did our Elegant Pavilion break a promise to a customer, breaking whose rules?”

“All of you come to my doorstep accusing me, forcing me to retract a promise, wanting our Elegant Pavilion to destroy its credibility, to ruin its own future—whose rules are these?”

Some temperamental peers wanted to retaliate with sharp retorts.

But Tang Feng didn’t give them the chance to reply, raising his voice and continuing to argue loudly.

“Everyone knows that for the antiques industry, reputation is the most important thing. Once you lose credibility, destruction is inevitable.”

“All of you ganging up, bullying the few into ruining the Elegant Pavilion’s reputation—is this your rule?”

“Eighteen senior appraisers pressuring us together, thinking that the Elegant Pavilion has no one to fight. Even though I, the only one who can fight in the Elegant Pavilion, insist on accepting the challenge, facing all eighteen of you in a gauntlet—is this not enough respect for you?”

“I’ve already compromised to this extent, and you’re still not satisfied? Still think my attitude is bad? Go to hell. You’ve put the knife to my neck, and you still expect me to greet you with a smile? Is that your damn rule?”

“Heh, if that’s your rule, then I’m sorry, but the Elegant Pavilion doesn’t recognize your rules. Here, my rules are the rules. What nonsense about respecting elders—if you respect me, I’ll respect you as an elder. But since you’ve made yourself an enemy of the Elegant Pavilion, in my eyes, what the heck are you?”

His words flowed in one breath, and he didn’t hesitate to curse a couple of times.

In the highly rule-bound antiques industry, this was nothing short of blasphemy.

But the peers present were intimidated by his presence, and for a moment, none dared to argue back.

Instead, the onlookers erupted in overwhelming cheers.

“Mr. Tang is right, that’s exactly what you should do. They’re bullying you right to your doorstep, why give them any face?”

“What terrible acts has the Elegant Pavilion committed? Isn’t it just making a promise to us consumers, so we can buy antiques with confidence? What right do you have to bully them?”

“Yeah, you bunch of good-for-nothings can’t give promises, and now you won’t let others do it?”

“A whole group of so-called elders, ganging up on a young man and still complaining about his attitude? I spit on that!”

“These antique industry people are really shameless. It’s like you’re raping someone and complaining they don’t look good, what crap…”

Abusive voices rose one after another.

These antique industry people, usually respected by customers, were now like rats crossing the street, each shamed and disheveled by insults.

With these words, Tang Feng had thoroughly offended the peers, but he had won over the people.

And he believed, where the hearts of the people went, there could he conquer without hindrance.

As for the peers, they could go to hell.