My College Teacher is My Children's Mom

Chapter 990: Chapter 990: Heroes in Their Youth

"Uh..."

Old Zhuo watched Lin Feng and Zhang Yuxi flirting right in front of him, feeling a bit helpless.

He shook his head and said with a smile.

"You two little brats, even I, the old one, need to be fed dog food?"

"Hic..."

Zhang Yuxi’s laughter paused, her face turning crimson.

Lin Feng smiled but said nothing.

After all, having thick skin is Lin Feng’s pride!

He pretended nothing was amiss, took the tea in front of him, and sipped it lightly.

"By the way, Lin little brother, how much did you pay for this find?"

Old Zhuo curiously asked Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled and slowly extended five fingers.

"Five hundred thousand?"

Old Zhuo asked. Lin Feng shook his head.

"Fifty thousand??"

Lin Feng shook his head again!

"No way... could it be five thousand?"

Lin Feng smiled and said.

"Five hundred bucks."

Old Zhuo: "..."

"What???"

"Five hundred??!!"

"Even an old man like me couldn’t help but want to curse!"

"Lin little brother, you found a massive bargain!"

"This Yuan dynasty blue and white porcelain bowl, coupled with the extraordinary White Rabbit Gazing at the Moon painting, is worth at least twenty million, possibly even more!!"

"Lin little brother, your eye for value is truly impeccable!"

"A hero emerges from youth!"

Old Zhuo exclaimed sincerely!

"Old Zhuo, the five hundred was for three other items, this bowl was a bonus!"

Zhang Yuxi interjected with a laugh!

"Uh..."

"This..."

Old Zhuo originally thought Lin Feng must have spent at least five figures to secure this Yuan dynasty blue and white porcelain bowl, but to his surprise, it wasn’t so!

Five hundred bucks!

And the bowl was thrown in for free!

Old Zhuo looked at Lin Feng with a complex expression, genuinely astounded and unsure of what to say!

Old Zhuo thought for a moment, hesitantly speaking.

"Well, Lin little brother, do you have any intention of selling this Yuan dynasty porcelain bowl?"

"If Lin little brother decides to sell, I’d be willing to buy it for thirty million!"

"Hmm??"

Lin Feng was taken aback.

But then he thought about it and felt relieved. After all, Old Zhuo specializes in the antique business.

Thirty million is not a small sum, but for now, Lin Feng doesn’t lack money, and he plans to keep the porcelain bowl.

Seeing Lin Feng lost in thought, Old Zhuo felt a bit embarrassed too.

After all, it was indeed impulsive to make such an offer.

But he truly liked this Yuan dynasty porcelain bowl, especially the magical White Rabbit Gazing at the Moon painting that appears after pouring water!

Lin Feng snapped back to reality, glanced at Old Zhuo.

And Old Zhuo looked at Lin Feng with anticipation.

Lin Feng thought it over and said.

"Sorry, Old Zhuo, I don’t plan to sell this Yuan dynasty porcelain bowl for now because it’s the first antique I found, so it has sentimental value."

"But if I ever think about selling, I’ll consider you first, Old Zhuo."

Old Zhuo looked disappointed.

But then he came to terms with it!

Even though thirty million is substantial!

But with Lin Feng’s eye for value and abilities, he clearly isn’t someone short on money!

In this Pan Garden, people never judge by age, because this place is a mix of all sorts, and talents are aplenty.

You might randomly come across a low-key billionaire or a desperado!

"Sigh..."

Old Zhuo sighed and did not bring up the topic again.

Then they casually chatted about antiques.

Lin Feng’s opinions and insights during their conversation deeply shocked Old Zhuo!

Indeed, Lin Feng’s abilities and perspective are truly remarkable!

"Jingjing holds the blue and white porcelain token as she keeps promises, farewells are often spent in disappointment..."

Just then, Lin Feng’s phone rang.

Lin Feng took out his phone to see that Jiang Anmin was calling!

Lin Feng apologized to Old Zhuo and answered the phone.

"Hello, Brother Feng, where are you with Sister Yuxi? We can’t find you."

Jiang Anmin’s voice came from the other side.

Jiang Anmin and Li Yangwei had wandered around, bought some trinkets to show off to Lin Feng, but couldn’t find Lin Feng and Zhang Yuxi.

So they called to inquire.

"Hey, Old Jiang, I’m with Yuxi at Ruyi Zhai on East Street, come over."

Lin Feng said softly.

"Okay, Brother Feng, wait for us, we have something good to show you!" freēwēbnovel.com

Old Jiang replied excitedly.

Then he hung up.

Lin Feng chuckled and shook his head; Old Jiang is still as lively as ever!

Lin Feng put his phone away, looked up at Old Zhuo, and said with a smile.

"My two friends are coming over."

"No problem, no problem, they’re welcome!"

Old Zhuo chuckled in response.

—With a cup of tea, Jiang Anmin and Li Yangwei appeared at the entrance of Ruyi Zhai.

Jiang Anmin sneakily peered inside from the doorway.

Lin Feng could only smile helplessly, and spoke loudly.

"Old Jiang, come in, I’m inside!"

When Jiang Anmin heard Lin Feng’s voice, he grinned broadly and walked in.

Li Yangwei followed, taking in the sight of the antique shop.

As soon as Jiang Anmin entered, he saw Lin Feng sipping tea.

Feeling a bit aggrieved, he said.

"Brother Feng, how could you do this? We’ve been looking for you so hard, and you are here, just sipping tea... sob sob sob."

Lin Feng: "..."

Lin Feng was speechless, his head was full of black lines...

He apologized to Old Zhuo.

"Old Zhuo, I’m sorry, my friend is just like this, please don’t mind!"

"Haha..."

"No worries, you young people are so energetic! I love interacting with you young folks!"

Old Zhuo said, chuckling.

"Old Jiang, Brother Yangwei, this is Old Zhuo, the owner of the Ruyi Zhai antique shop here."

"Why are you standing there dumbly, say hello!"

Lin Feng introduced.

"Hi there, Old Zhuo!"

"Hello, Old Zhuo!"

Jiang Anmin and Li Yangwei said in unison.

"All right, all right, welcome, have a seat and enjoy a cup of tea."

Old Zhuo said as he poured tea, inviting them to sit down.

After Jiang Anmin sat down and had a sip of tea, he eagerly turned to Lin Feng.

"Brother Feng! I found a great treasure, wanna see it?"

Before Lin Feng could respond, he pulled out a string of Buddha Beads from his pocket.

"Look, Brother Feng, let me tell you, this treasure, the shop owner said it belonged to the great monk Tripitaka, the Tang Sanzang who journeyed to the West! It’s so spiritual!"

Curious, everyone turned to look at the Buddha Beads in Jiang Anmin’s hand.

Lin Feng took a glance.

Uh...

Seeing the so-called Buddha Beads once worn by the monk Tripitaka in Jiang Anmin’s hands, Lin Feng felt speechless. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

It has a grand name, but it’s just a modern handicraft.

Though it seems legit, it’s essentially a shabby imitation, with poorly executed aging techniques.

Lin Feng and Old Zhuo exchanged glances, and both shook their heads.