Regardless of whether Wang Guan possessed any object related to Su Dongpo, Shopkeeper Tan, having witnessed his and Elder Tian’s appraisal skills, naturally believed the two could certainly procure what they needed from the antiques market within a day. If that were the case, why should he play the villain?

Making money was paramount, but what if he couldn't make any? After all, Shopkeeper Tan had accurately predicted Elder Xing and the others would attend the Suzi Cultural Festival, leading him to believe the Cold Food Scroll he held was a rare treasure, and thus, he had been somewhat rapacious in his asking price.

However, the Suzi Cultural Festival lasted only a few days. If they didn't buy the scroll, he wouldn't just fail to make a fortune; he wouldn't even have a chance for a small profit.

Furthermore, if they failed to acquire Liu Yong’s Cold Food Scroll, even if Elder Xing and the others didn't harbor deep resentment, they would certainly be displeased, perhaps never patronizing his shop again... Thinking this over, Shopkeeper Tan, who had moments before been consumed by greed, suddenly sobered up, sighing at how he’d allowed himself to be momentarily bewitched, sacrificing long-term prospects for immediate gain.

Coming to his senses, Shopkeeper Tan hurriedly plastered on a smile: “Gentlemen, everything is negotiable. No matter how fine the armrest is, it’s just a small scholarly accessory; how can it compare to the Cold Food Scroll?” “What you say is true, but your asking price is too high; we simply cannot afford it,” Elder Xing said with a gentle smile, visibly delighted to see Shopkeeper Tan softening his stance.

“Since that is the case, I can concede a step, considering it a small contribution to the Suzi Cultural Festival.” As he spoke, Shopkeeper Tan stressed, “But, this is Liu Yong’s authentic work, absolutely not penned by a concubine.” “We naturally know that,” Elder Tian chuckled. “Actually, discerning whether it was ghostwritten is rather simple.

Besides the overall style of the calligraphy, one simply looks at the seals. If the scroll is signed only with the two characters Shi An and bears a rectangular Shi An pressure seal, or if it carries a seal featuring elaborate, soaring artistry, it is generally a proxy signature.” Clearly, the Cold Food Scroll in question lacked the features Elder Tian described; its authenticity as Liu Yong’s work was undeniable.

Of course, even if the matter was fully explained, Shopkeeper Tan wouldn't dare renege. At worst, they could simply leave immediately and continue browsing antique shops; surely, they could find some precious object related to Su Dongpo somewhere in the Ezhou antique market.

Elder Tian possessed this confidence, placing him in an unassailable position. Shopkeeper Tan, however, had too many worries.

Realizing his exorbitant demand had damaged his reputation, he could only meekly back down. After a period of negotiation, he and Elder Xing slowly reached a consensus, resulting in a satisfactory outcome for all parties.

Next was the trip to the counter to finalize payment. Aside from a slight regret felt by Shopkeeper Tan, the others were beaming as they slowly descended the stairs to the ground-floor showroom.

It was only then that Wang Guan had a moment to observe the shop’s general condition. The relatively spacious area was filled with numerous display shelves, each piled high with vases, ceramic pots, and similar items—no different from any ordinary antique store.

However, he took only one glance before losing interest. The craftsmanship on some items was too shoddy; they were what people called “fake at first glance,” requiring no second look.

“Is Shopkeeper Tan around?” Just then, someone entered from outside. Wang Guan glanced over and saw a slightly plump man, perhaps around thirty, wearing a shrewd smile identical to Shopkeeper Tan’s.

“Ho, so many people.” Upon entering, the man paused slightly, then chuckled, “Shopkeeper Tan, business is booming.” “Little Duan, you’ve arrived.” Shopkeeper Tan looked up and immediately smiled, “Is there anything good you’re looking to acquire?” “Perhaps I should be asking if Shopkeeper Tan has anything good to show me.” Little Duan smiled broadly, his eyes suddenly catching the item in Elder Xing’s hand. He gasped in admiration, “Shopkeeper Tan, business is truly flourishing today; you’ve closed a major deal.” “Don’t speak nonsense or spread word,” Shopkeeper Tan shook his head, then quickly produced a rectangular box, asking Elder Xing to place the Cold Food Scroll inside.

He then said with a warm smile, “Elder Xing, the item is yours; thank you for your patronage. If you need anything in the future, don’t hesitate to visit us; we guarantee you will leave satisfied.” “Mm, I will,” Elder Xing nodded lightly, turning to signal the others, and the whole group departed in a sizable procession.

Simultaneously, Elder Tian smiled, “Wang Guan, is your business concluded?” “All settled,” Wang Guan replied with a smile. “I was just about to head back.” “Why the rush?

Since you’re here…” Elder Tian persuaded him, “Didn't you just say that coming to Ezhou without tasting authentic Wuchang fish in Fankou would be a waste? More importantly, we aren’t paying for it ourselves; someone is treating us.

A free dinner—a rare opportunity not to be missed.” “Heh, Brother Tian is right,” Elder Xing said cheerfully. “It’s already dusk.

If Young Friend has nothing else planned, why not join us for a casual meal? It’s not too late to leave tomorrow.” “...That sounds fine too.” Wang Guan considered it for a moment and readily agreed.

Immediately, Elder Xing and the others gave a slight wave, and several cars slowly appeared. Among them was Xing Qiu, who had evidently been conscripted by Elder Xing to act as a driver for the group.

Seeing this, Wang Guan naturally chose to ride with Xing Qiu, who drove him toward the most famous local restaurant. Along the way, Xing Qiu kept glancing at Wang Guan, his expression full of curiosity.

“What is it?” Wang Guan asked with a smile. “Is something wrong with me?” “Wrong, very wrong,” Xing Qiu stated frankly.

“I recall you majored in finance, right? How is it that in just two or three years, you’ve become a professional appraiser?” “No choice, really.

After graduation, I entered society and found the job market incredibly competitive; the major I studied was useless,” Wang Guan sighed mournfully. “So, I had to find an alternate path, struggling to make a living in the antique trade.” Xing Qiu didn’t doubt this excuse; after all, social reality was often harsh, and matching a major to a profession was the exception, not the norm.

However... At the opportune moment, Xing Qiu glanced at Wang Guan and shook his head.

“But I don't think you’re just struggling to survive; you seem to be thriving. I know a little about Elder Tian’s background; for him to value you this highly suggests you carry significant weight.” “Are you saying I’ve gained weight?” Wang Guan chuckled.

“That’s normal. Since I don’t have a chance to expend youthful energy anymore, and I rarely exercise, I’m bound to put on a few pounds eventually.” “I suppose that’s true...” Xing Qiu smiled, realizing Wang Guan was diverting the topic, and played along.

They chatted idly, and soon arrived at a restaurant. Judging by the crowds filling the ground-floor hall, the food there must have been exquisite.

As soon as he entered the hall and smelled the pervasive aroma of fish, Wang Guan felt his mouth begin to water. “Let’s go up to the third floor; I’ve reserved a private room,” Elder Xing called out, and the group proceeded directly to the box.

Because the reservation had been made, before they had even been seated for long, a waiter pushed a serving cart in and arranged steaming platters of visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious dishes on the table. Steamed Wuchang Fish, Braised Wuchang Fish, and Oil-Smothered Wuchang Fish—these three main platters were the centerpiece.

Each fish weighed over a kilogram and was slit open, stuffed with ingredients like ham, shiitake mushrooms, and winter bamboo shoots, seasoned with cooking wine, scallions, and ginger. Whether steamed, braised, or oil-smothered, the preparation maximized the extraction of the Wuchang fish’s delicate fragrance.

The fish meat was rich and tender, with a fresh, intense, and clean flavor that was truly unforgettable. Of course, an banquet wouldn't be complete without wine.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Wang Guan suddenly received a phone call. He pulled out his mobile and saw it was an unknown number.

The phone rang for more than ten seconds; Wang Guan hesitated briefly before apologizing to the group and excusing himself to answer the call outside the private room. “Hello?” Wang Guan sounded slightly puzzled, wondering if the call was misdialed.

“Big Brother, Brother Wang, it’s me.” At that moment, a fawning voice spoke. Wang Guan thought for a moment, faintly sensing familiarity.

In an instant, he realized the caller must be Liu Liang. “Oh?

It’s so late, haven’t you gone home yet?” Wang Guan was a bit surprised. Logically, Liu Liang lived in Ezhou; now that the matter concerning his fourth brother was resolved, he should be celebrating.

Why would he be calling now? Did his fourth brother suddenly go back on his word and cause trouble again?

“Brother Wang, it’s like this…” Liu Liang quickly explained, “I have a friend who has collected many things and wants to find someone to take them off his hands. I wonder if you might be interested?” “Oh?” Wang Guan’s heart stirred.

His first reaction was that Liu Liang had forgotten the pain now that the wound had healed, and perhaps he was trying to trick him. But then he reconsidered; that might be too hasty a judgment.

Wang Guan then asked, “What does your friend do? What kind of things has he collected?” “My friend...

well, he’s pretty much like me…” Liu Liang spoke vaguely, “His collection is quite varied. If Brother Wang has time, you could go take a look.

Regardless of whether the items are good or not, with your discerning eye, Brother Wang, you can certainly tell.” “Is that so?” Wang Guan sounded hesitant. “But I plan to return tomorrow.” “Brother, it’s no trouble.

His place isn't far, just in the suburbs...” Having apparently gained some incentive, Liu Liang used his silver tongue, relentlessly persuading, “You could completely look at the items tomorrow morning and still have time to head back by noon, it’s very close...” “Alright then, we’ll see how things look tomorrow.” While speaking, Wang Guan casually ended the call and returned to the table to continue sharing a few drinks with Elder Tian and the others. Not long after, dinner concluded, and everyone departed.

Elder Tian was staying at Elder Xing’s residence, and at their invitation, Wang Guan didn't stand on ceremony, accepting their offer to stay the night. The next morning, Wang Guan woke up early and found Elder Tian and Elder Xing already awake, practicing Tai Chi on the lawn outside.

He went over to greet them and then took his leave. Just as he reached the corner of the street, a car slowly drove up.

“Brother Wang.” The car window lowered, revealing Liu Liang’s smiling face. He promptly got out, opened the door, and solicitously ushered Wang Guan into the car before returning to the driver's seat and briskly driving away...