Chapter 22: The Stench of Spite

  Forget it, I'll just keep it for now. In the future when Ge Erlang becomes one of the Five Ancestors of the Southern Sect, I'll take this Thunder Seal to find him. I don't believe he'll have the nerve not to exchange it for a real one! Wen Fei made up his mind with determination!

  "What's going on, bring it here and let me see!" A cold voice suddenly rang out from behind Wen Fei, startling him. Turning his head back, he saw a young man standing there, dressed in white clothes that seemed to shine like snow, with a face as beautiful as jade. He was so handsome that he could put countless idols to shame.

  It made Wen Fei feel uncomfortable, he himself looked ordinary and not handsome. As a straight man, he naturally had good feelings for this handsome man: "Who are you?"

  The young man furrowed his brow and had a commanding tone: "Hand over what's in your hand, let me take a look..."

  Wen Fei really wanted to say "what's the big deal?" but then he saw two burly men standing behind the white-clad youth, both of whom were as sturdy as iron towers and were armed with swords. Even the white-clad youth himself had a precious sword hanging from his waist, and Wen Fei's mind suddenly flashed: "Master Dao, I'm not going to encounter some martial arts cliché, am I?"

  A good man doesn't take advantage of a situation, Wen Fei very decisively handed over the flashlight in his hand.

  The young man carelessly played with the flashlight, very curious, what a treasure it was, and it could actually emit such bright light. He also said: "Bring me the paper in your hand!"

  Wen Fei really wanted to turn his face away, this tone of voice made him quite unhappy, but he saw those big men with their hands on their weapons. Wen Fei was angry in his heart, but could only temporarily hold back his anger and handed over the paper, pretending that his hand had relaxed, and the paper seemed about to fall to the ground. But then he saw the white-clothed youth stretch out a hand and catch it, and under the light of the flashlight, he took a look at it.

  "Ge Changgeng left you a message? You two seem to be on good terms, I'm asking you, do you know where the master and apprentice went?"

  Wen Fei replied briskly: "I don't know!"

  That young man in white clothes snorted: "I won't tell you even if I wanted to!"

  Wen Fei was extremely annoyed, in his entire life he had never thought of punching someone's nose until it bled profusely. This guy's mouth was really too foul!

  "Never mind, what's this treasure called? I'll buy it!" said the young man in white.

  Wen Fei suddenly wanted to say a sentence: "I didn't say I want to sell it!"

  Then a big man walked over, and Wen Fei subconsciously took a few steps back. But he saw that the big man was not coming to fight, but instead threw a package heavily in front of Wen Fei's feet.

  The bundle of cloth unfolded, and under the light of the flashlight, it emitted a dazzling glow, and surprisingly, they were all gold and silver. Having come to the Northern Song Dynasty so many times, Wen Fei began to realize that the gold and silver of the Northern Song Dynasty were actually similar to those of modern times, although precious, but could not be used as money. The currency in use was still mainly copper coins. It wasn't until the mid-to-late Ming Dynasty, with the arrival of the Age of Exploration, that large amounts of silver poured into China from around the world, and silver became a true currency.

  "This big bundle of gold and silver, at least five hundred taels or more. Wen Fei swallowed his saliva, and with difficulty turned his neck to one side: 'Not for sale!'"

  That big Han suddenly became furious, his cow-like eyes staring wide, and he made a move as if to take action. But then the white-clad youth let out a cold snort, pulling down a piece of white jade from his waist: "Add this on top, will that be enough?!"

  The flashlight shone on the white jade, and even Wen Fei, who didn't understand jade, could see at a glance that this piece of white jade was pure white with a hint of yellow, fine in texture, smooth in luster, like solidified fat, without any flaws.

  Wen Fei struggled to resist the temptation, just a flashlight. In ancient times it was quite rare, but in modern times, aren't they all over the streets? For tens of dollars, you can buy one. But this white jade, without saying Wen Fei guessed that it was sheep fat jade. Who knows, put it in modern times and it might be worth tens or hundreds of millions, don't know how many flashlights you could buy. However, Wen Fei's heart had a stubbornness born out, anyway, he was very displeased with the white-clothed youth's behavior: "Not for sale!"

  The white jade young man's face changed, and the big Han shouted: "My family's young master wants to buy your things, that is looking up to you. Are you not drinking the wine of respect and eating the penalty wine?"

  Wen Fei was momentarily annoyed and shouted out the two words "not selling". He then felt a bit regretful in his heart. However, upon hearing such threatening words, he instead became even more resolute: "I won't sell!"

  The young man looked up at the sky and burst out laughing: "Good, no wonder he's mixed with Chen Nimu, they're all of the same stinky temper! Let's go..." He said, tossing the flashlight to Wen Fei, and strode out.

  Wen Fei was greatly surprised, originally thinking that things might get out of hand and he would have to take action, had already begun secretly removing the crossbow from his back, but did not expect this young man to walk out so easily.

  Dahan glared at Wen Fei with a fierce gaze, then followed the young master of his household out the door. Before long, he heard the sound of horses neighing, and then the sound of hooves ringing out, as they rode off on horseback.

  It's still raining heavily outside. Just now, the thunder and lightning were so loud that Wen Fei was concentrating on the note and didn't hear these people coming.

  "Unexpectedly, this white-clothed kid's character isn't bad, I thought he was going to rob me. Wen Fei let out a slight sigh of relief, but at this moment, he felt an intense regret, damn it, that was probably a valuable treasure, something that could make me rich! And I just rejected it like that... Indeed, when wanting to get rich, one can't have self-respect, ahhhhh!"

  Back in modern times, Wen Fei was depressed for several days and didn't even go to continue his time-space arbitrage. It's not that Wen Fei had a particularly deep emotional connection with Chen Niwan and his disciples, but after going through a big event, people naturally need a period of adjustment. Just like how a peak must be followed by a trough.

  During this time, Zhang Yu often went to Wen Fei's house to eat for free. He lived a carefree life, his parents were busy with business and no one took care of him. Although he was fat, changing girlfriends was as fast as changing clothes.

  "Daoist, your parents seem to be coming back soon, right?" Zhang Yu asked lazily, lying on the sofa with his legs propped up on the coffee table.

  It wasn't until then that Wen Fei remembered this matter. Looking at the date, he suddenly felt a sense of unease: "Oh no, it seems like I'm coming back the day after tomorrow!"

  "Haha, you've made your home a mess like a pigsty! I wonder how you'll explain it to your parents when they get back!"

  The texts flew up just as they were about to clean the house, but saw that the whole house was in a mess. Suddenly feeling weak all over, didn't know where to start!

  "You're silly! Hire a part-time worker to come and clean up the house. I said, you seem to have some money on hand now, haven't you ever thought of renting a place outside?"

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