The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

C617 – Pulling the Old Man’s Clothes

As the group eagerly escorted Su Ming forward, one of the elders suddenly realized something.

“Hmm? Mr. Su, your visit this time is for…?”

This question prompted the other elders to ponder as well.

Mr. Su was no ordinary individual; he wouldn’t visit this place without good reason. Could it be that he was here to unveil a rare treasure?

The idea that Su Ming was here to shop was out of the question for them; they were convinced that the shop was merely for show.

Su Ming wouldn’t bother coming to such a shop to make purchases.

Moreover, Su Ming’s collection was surely beyond their wildest dreams. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sold those incredibly valuable paintings by famous artists. If he truly cherished them, why not keep them for himself?

“Eh? What’s this?”

One of the elders glanced down at the tattered bag in Su Ming’s hand.

The bag had ripped, spilling several handkerchiefs onto the ground.

Initially, their focus was solely on Su Ming. They had glimpsed the handkerchiefs peripherally but hadn’t thought much of them.

After all, what significance could a few handkerchiefs hold?

But upon closer inspection, they realized something was amiss!

“This, this, this… My goodness, could this be the long-lost… Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens?”

“Absolutely, the craftsmanship, the texture!”

“This artifact has reappeared in the world?”

“My god! If word of this gets out, it will surely create an uproar!”

“And the silk of these handkerchiefs…”

“No way, it’s double-sided embroidery!”

“Good heavens, it truly is double-sided embroidery. It’s a work of genius, the pinnacle of our craft in the embroidery world!”

“Plus, the artwork embroidered here appears to be from the Tang Dynasty, which holds immense historical value!”

“I never imagined Mr. Su would possess such an item!”

“The texture is so smooth. Oh, I’m so moved I could cry…”

On the sidelines, Su Ming felt like his head was going to burst. It was one thing for an elder to cry, but a whole group of them weeping together was just too much.

If anyone outside overheard, they’d surely get the wrong idea.

Who was this man?

And just like that, he walked away?

What’s with this group of old men looking so mournful?

“Mr. Su, make me an offer—I’m ready to buy this piece!”

“Back off, I’m buying it!”

“You old coot, you think you can compete with me?”

“Listen here, if you try to snatch it from me, I’ll spill the beans to your wife about your dance with Mrs. Zhang!”

“You’re despicable. Do you honestly think I’m scared of you? Don’t forget what happened between you and Mrs. Li…”

“Ha! My wife’s no longer with us. I’ve got nothing to fear. And it wasn’t just with Mrs. Li; there was Mrs. Chen too!”

“You’re impossible!”

“My second uncle’s gone too; are you that eager to follow in his footsteps?”

The old men were on the verge of coming to blows once more.

Upstairs, there was a cacophony of clattering sounds.

Crash! Bang! Pop!

Boss Ding, though a framer by trade, was also a collector at heart. The second floor was off-limits to the average person; only the wealthy could ascend, as framing anything up there meant dealing with premium materials.

To showcase his sophistication and taste, Boss Ding had adorned the second floor with shelves laden with jars and vases, all authentic antiques.

​But now, disaster struck!

Boss Ding winced in agony at the sight.

​”Oh no! My ceramics!”

They were cracked…

​”Ouch! My Tang Sancai!”

Even if it had a fake base…

​”Ah! My teacup…”

Damn it!

If this trash is going to break, then let it break. I’m done with it!

As the old timers engaged in their raucous scuffle, Su Ming quietly stepped back, thinking, ‘Carry on, gentlemen, just keep me out of it.’ Old Master Qian, ever the clever one, took advantage of the chaos and discreetly pocketed a handkerchief.@@novelbin@@

​But what were these old men up to?

One of them, eagle-eyed, caught the movement instantly!

“Old Qian, what are you sneaking into your pocket there?”

“Old Qian, you sly dog, you’re not playing fair. Boys, get him! Strip him down!”

“He was here first; he might have already snapped up a few items! Let’s take them!”

“Darn it! It’s payback time! I’ll make that jerk pay for stealing my dance partner!”

“Exactly! Let that old coot pay for swiping my calligraphy and paintings!”

“Let that old coot dare to breathe in my presence!”

“Breathing isn’t a crime, is it?”

“It is now!”

“You got that right!”

Initially, it was just a scuffle, but suddenly, Master Qian found himself the center of everyone’s wrath. The group of old men surged forward, stripping him bare.

Soon, an old man emerged from the throng.

He was shirtless, his trousers gone, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy underpants, his arms crossed over his shivering shoulders.

It was November, after all.

Though the southern climate wasn’t as bitingly cold as the north, it was far from warm.

And with no heating in the room, the old man was freezing.

“You all… you’ve gone too far!”

“I could overlook the theft!”

“Who just pinched my behind?”

“And who gave me that kick?”

“Let me tell you, I’m not going to let this go!”

The old man was livid.

“Pfft!”

The other old timers rolled their eyes in disdain.

As if they cared!

“Ouch! Old Qian, nice clothes, I’m taking them.”

“Nonsense! Old Qian barely tips the scales at 100 pounds, and you’re pushing 180!”

“Mind your own business! I can use it as an apron, can’t I?”

“These shoes are nice, I’m keeping them.”

“You think your size 45 feet can fit into size 42 shoes?”

“They’ll do for swatting flies, won’t they?”

Without any hesitation, the old men divided up all of Master Qian’s clothes and shoes among themselves. Su Ming stood by, silently pondering.

Wow!

Just how many wrongs had Old Master Qian committed?

What had driven these old men to such lengths?

Not even sparing his clothes and shoes?

Luckily, Master Qian had brought two people with him this time: his eldest son and his nephew.

They were the two middle-aged men who had been following Master Qian from the start.

Both were respected elders. Even with their own father and uncle being humiliated, they didn’t dare utter a word.

Would you dare to speak up?

[Hehehe!]

“I’m going to strip you both down!”

“Dad…”

One of the middle-aged men cautiously approached and removed his coat, placing it over the elderly gentleman’s shoulders.

Despite the old man’s modest stature of just over 1.6 meters, his son towered at nearly 1.8 meters with a burly build.

It wasn’t that the older generation was naturally short; rather, in their youth, they lacked proper nutrition and development, which is why their descendants tended to be taller.

The suit coat hung down to the old man’s knees, offering protection from the wind and rain, as well as preserving his modesty.

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