Chapter Thirty-Six: Being Followed

  It's very difficult to buy ready-made clothes for a fat person, and you can only find them in stores that specialize in selling clothes for the super obese. In fact, most of the clothes on a fat person are custom-made.

  After putting away the clothes, Zhao Long took a taxi to Fatzi's place and moved his things over. Then he accompanied him on another trip to the company. Fatzi's company was quite pleasant, but he still owed the company wages and had to pay them back first, which was very easy for Zhao Long at this time.

  Don't look at Fatty being miserable all the time, in fact he's very generous when spending money. Last time he was supposed to borrow money from Zhao Long, but after Zhao Long returned it to him a few days later, he spent it all.

  "Boss, will that Yao Meili cause trouble? Otherwise, let's communicate with the landlord first." After everything was settled, Fatso and Zhao Long rushed to the Cultural Antiques Street together, suddenly thinking of Yao Meili's matter.

  "Don't bother with her, focus on business." As he spoke, Zhao Long turned around and looked back, but the people coming and going around him made him feel uncomfortable, as if something was off.

  "Hmm." Fatso nodded and immediately said: "Hehe... I've been forgetting to ask, boss what business are you doing. Is it that you're an agent for an electric vehicle brand or selling something else?"

  "Older brother, what are you looking at? What's wrong?" Seeing Zhao Long staring thoughtfully around him, Fatty also followed his gaze, but there was nothing around.

  "It's nothing, just feeling a bit strange, like being stared at." Zhao Long himself was also very puzzled, with a sense of unease in his heart.

  "Depend on..." The fat man's eyes widened, clenching his fists as he looked around: "Boss, you said you beat that Yi Jie, could it be that kid looking for revenge? His family is so wealthy, you beat up his bodyguard and also beat him, he definitely won't let it go."

  Although Fatso had never practiced, he relied on his tall and large body to fight. Generally, three or five people were no match for him in a fight, unless they were professional bodyguards like those under Nie Gang.

  "That kid isn't a good egg, but that day I saw him hesitate about reporting the incident, he should be afraid of it getting out too. He must have some concerns. It's not easy for him to cause trouble either, so we don't need to worry too much about that." Zhao Long said with a shrug, "Maybe I'm just being too sensitive, let's go to Antique Street."

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  On the rooftop of a six-story building about 100 meters away from Zhao Long, two people holding binoculars quickly crouched down while watching Zhao Long.

  "What's wrong, Brother Ding?" A young man in his early twenties, full of energy, looked at Ding Peng beside him. Ding Peng was his idol, and he had been the champion of the Haicheng police system's martial arts competition years ago. Although he knew that some real masters usually didn't participate in such competitions, Ding Peng had still been very impressive back then. Later, he joined the special police force and is now a deputy commander.

  Just now, Ding Peng suddenly pulled him down, leaving him very puzzled.

  "It seems like he's found us." Ding Peng was thirty-three years old this year, and it was a time when he was in his prime. This time, his younger brother had brought him out to train with several of his junior brothers, and Ding Peng had also brought along several of his trusted SWAT team members.

  "How is it possible when we are so far apart?" The young man was puzzled upon hearing this.

  Ding Peng looked down carefully and found Zhao Long and the others preparing to leave by car. He immediately took out the intercom and let another group of people follow up. He himself did not respond, but was thinking back to his years of being vigorous and ambitious, to now being more subdued. Although he wasn't as talented as Ou Yang Feng Chuan, he had already reached the realm of a martial artist. This time, he also wanted to meet Jiang Yan.

  Among the martial artists killed by Jiang Yan that year, there was also one who practiced Xinyi Liuhequan, or what is commonly known as Xingyiquan. However, that person was already 57 years old. Although he had become a martial artist in his youth, after all, time waits for no man. Moreover, in Ding Peng's view, the only true heir of Xinyi Liuhequan was their lineage, and a hundred years ago, their Xinyi Liuhe Gate had produced a grandmaster.

  His junior brother is a genius who appears once in a hundred years, especially his calculation and reasoning. This time he let himself stare at Zhao Long to find Jiang Yan. But unexpectedly, as soon as he set up this side, he stared at Zhao Long for only a few minutes, and he seemed to be on guard. This is simply too magical, could it be that he has reached the level of a grandmaster, able to feel others' attention on him? Impossible, how can someone so young reach the level of a grandmaster?

  Even a genius like Ouyang Shixiong, it's hard to reach the level of a grandmaster before the age of thirty. Maybe it's just a coincidence, because they're too far away and can't hear what they're saying, it seems that if not, someone should really set up some equipment so that their conversation can also be heard more clearly.

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  After these days of understanding, especially after getting to know the fourth brother, Zhao Long is now clear. The shops closest to Gao Fang Hutong are all yellow, which were originally some small antique shops because they were close to Gao Fang Street. People who really trade antiques avoid that place for fear of being looked down upon, while some unsuspecting tourists often go in.

  These people's goal is to buy some tourist souvenirs, high imitation things, and they are naturally not interested in their own things. Over time, the several small shops near here can't operate anymore.

  Zhao Long wanted to open an antique shop, mainly relying on Lao Shi's understanding of antiques to make money. It was difficult for others to find bargains, but with Lao Shi around, finding them became easy. Just like Yi Sito, who immediately asked Zhao Long to keep an eye out for some items he wanted to buy after learning about the shop. Moreover, he told Zhao Long that he would bring some old friends over, and if an antique shop had such big clients, it would be hard not to make money.

  "This is great, lively and crowded. Boss, you really know how to choose a place. Hmm, such a good location, why are all these shops closed?" Seeing Zhao Long just finished calling one of the landlords to view the house, Fatso looked around curiously.

  "Shut up if you don't know what you're talking about. There are books on antique appreciation over there, go buy a few yourself." In this aspect, Fatty is completely an outsider, and his words are even more ridiculous.

  The landlord received Zhao Long's phone call and rushed over, very enthusiastic, introducing a house of over 30 square meters with a flood of words. Perhaps because he saw that Zhao Long and the fat man were not old, the landlord also mentioned that there were many people, tourists, and rich people here.

  "Uncle, what you said is really good, but I'm a bit puzzled, how come all the surrounding shops are closed despite being in such a hot location? By the way, can you give us some advice? With this rent and location, if we sell high imitation goods, would it be better to sell Terracotta Warriors or Egyptian Mummies? Actually, I think it would be great if we could get our hands on some Sphinxes too. Of course, we're not blindly worshipping foreign things, we should also get some ancient bronze horses and whatnot. Do you think selling these things will make us a lot of money?" Fatso is learning as he goes along, Zhao Long just briefly told him about the situation here earlier. But when it comes out of his mouth, it sounds different.

  Zhao Long suppressed a smile, while the landlord's face turned red with rage and he hastily changed the subject. With Fatso around, Zhao Long didn't need to lift a finger. Fatso chatted with the landlord for over two hours, eventually renting the house at a low price of 5,800 yuan per month, paying half a year upfront. According to Fatso's idea, it would be best to pay by the quarter, or even better, one month at a time, as cash flow was crucial in business.

  However, Zhao Long wanted to play it safe. The house was rented, and next he needed to buy some household items. Zhao Long directly gave the money to Pangzi, told him his thoughts and ideas, and let Pangzi take care of the rest.

  Fat boy took the money to buy things, Zhao Long looked at this house of only over 30 square meters, and his heart was also very emotional. The house has been rented out, and from now on, this will be his foothold. Although opening an antique shop, he will have the opportunity to do many things.

  After waiting for a while, he went out and prepared to lock the door. He wanted to take a good look at several other larger antique shops nearby. On the one hand, he was looking for good things, on the other hand, he also needed to learn from them. Although Lao Shi was very powerful, Zhao Long himself had a lot to learn.

  "I saw you from afar and thought I was seeing things, but it really is fate. How could helping someone with such a big favor not even get you a house worth 18 million? And this place, even if you were selling high-end counterfeit antiques and tourist souvenirs, it wouldn't be enough." Just then, a somewhat unpleasant voice came from behind Zhao Long, and turning around, it was none other than the owner of Zhen Gu Xuan, Shao Yu Song.

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