The next day, Tang Ming came to school, and his classmates were surprised to see that he was safe and sound.
Wang Chong, who was at the same table, said in shock: "Brother Tang, were you okay yesterday?"
"Do you look like I'm in trouble?"
Tang Ming asked with a smile.
Wang Chong was still a little worried: "Brother Tang, if Xu Jie didn't take revenge yesterday, he would definitely come today. How about you ask for leave?"
He didn't know that Xu Jie and Fan Chen had been completely destroyed by Tang Ming.
The two of them are still lying in the hospital and haven't woken up from the coma. The news has not reached the school. Everyone thought that Xu Jie had let Tang Ming go yesterday.
"No, they don't have the qualifications yet."
Tang Ming smiled lightly, ignored the weird looks from the people around him, sat down and started reading.
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Wang Chong was worried, fearing that Xu Jie and Fan Chen would burst into the classroom and teach Tang Ming a lesson.
But after worrying all day, no one came.
Soon, it was time to finish school in the afternoon.
Tang Ming turned around and said, "By the way, Wang Chong, do you have any money?
Lend me some and I'll return it to you tomorrow."
"There are some. I went to my dad to get some today."
Wang Chong quickly took out a thousand yuan from his arms and grinned: "Brother Tang, don't feel bad about this thousand yuan. Just treat it as buying peace and spend your senior year in high school in peace. It's better than anything else."
"Xu Jie and the others are just greedy for money. If you give them the money, nothing will happen."
He thought Tang Ming borrowed money to pay protection fees.
"Thanks."
Tang Ming also didn't explain too much and walked out of the classroom after taking the money.
...Tang Ming did not go back to Aunt Liu's house, but took a taxi and came to the Confucian Temple Ancient Street in Nancheng District.
Confucian Temple Ancient Street is also known as the antique market.
The streets were very lively, with many vendors setting up stalls and shouting.
"Come, come, let's take a look. This is a heirloom that has been handed down for hundreds of years from my old Li family. It is a porcelain specially provided to the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. It has a price but no market."
"Don't miss it when you pass by. You can make money by buying the cultural relics unearthed in Luohe."
"Peerless jade, the price is reasonable, come and take a look."
"Brother, I have a bodhi seed consecrated by a Buddhist monk. It can suppress evil spirits and exorcise evil spirits, and it can also nourish the spirit and spirit. Children and elders are not deceived..." Various shouts could be heard endlessly.
After Tang Ming glanced at these stalls, he was no longer interested.
All fake.
Just like the Bodhi seed consecrated by a Buddhist monk, it is just a post-processed walnut. Not to mention suppressing and exorcising evil spirits, it is very good to buy it without sprouting.
soon.
Tang Ming walked into a shop called "Jubao Pavilion". The shop was very large and had everything from porcelain, gold and silverware, ancient jade halls, stone gambling stalls, ancient books and famous paintings.
The customers inside are either rich or noble. Those who can afford this industry have a family fortune of at least one million. High school students like Tang Ming are the only ones.
Look left and look again.
Tang Ming didn't even see anything he was satisfied with. When he was about to go up to the second floor, he was stopped by someone.
"Boy, I've been watching you for a while. You've been wandering around without buying anything, and you keep shaking your head. Could it be that you look down on the things in our 'Treasure Pavilion'?"
A middle-aged man with a big belly blocked Tang Ming's way up the stairs.
There was a nameplate hanging on this person's clothes, which read "Lobby Manager, Liao Wenbo" and other words.
“I haven’t seen anything satisfactory.”
Tang Ming spoke calmly.
Liao Wenbo sneered: "What a joke, Jubao Pavilion is the largest antique store in Zhonghai and even South China. How can you not be satisfied?"
"I think it's not that I'm not satisfied, but that I can't afford it."
"There is a VIP room upstairs, but not everyone can go up there. As a student, it doesn't matter if you have an eye addiction on the first floor. If you want to go up, you need at least this amount of wealth."
As he spoke, he held out five fingers.
Five million! To enter the second floor of Jubao Pavilion, you need a net worth of five million, which is just the threshold.
Tang Ming frowned slightly: "Can't you just go up and take a look?"
"no."
Liao Wenbo looked at Tang Ming and said disdainfully: "If you have nothing to do, just get out of here and don't block the nobleman's way in the Jubao Pavilion."
"Antiques like this are not something that a poor boy like you can afford."
"Let me also warn you, don't be petty. Jubao Pavilion has always been strict with thieves. If I find that your hands and feet are not clean, you will not be able to save your hands."
He regarded Tang Ming as a thief.
"Snob."
Tang Ming's face turned cold: "Are you so sure that I have no money?"
"Haha, I have been working in this business for more than ten years, and I am the store manager of Jubao Pavilion. I dare not say anything else, but my eyesight is outstanding."
Liao Wenbo's face was full of pride: "Boy, your whole body is worth only two hundred yuan, so your pockets are probably empty, right?"
"I advise you to leave here. If you make a mistake and break something, you won't be able to afford the compensation if you lose everything."
The commotion here attracted many customers who were watching the excitement, which would probably be extremely embarrassing for ordinary people.
But Tang Ming didn't. Instead, he smiled lightly and said: "Okay, I hope you won't regret it when I go upstairs with five million later."
five million?
The crowd around him suddenly started talking quietly, and pointed at Tang Ming from time to time.
In their opinion, this young man's clothes were too shabby. Five million was not a small amount of money. How could he afford it?
"absurd."
Liao Wenbo sarcastically said: "Boy, if you can spare five million, I will kneel down and kowtow to you."
"I've written it down. These are what you said personally. I hope you can keep your word."
Tang Ming left a word and turned to leave.
He didn't go out.
Instead, he went directly to the stone gambling area, where a pretty little girl was sitting. There was not a single customer on her side, because this was the lowest-grade rough stone, which people in the industry called "scrap" and were used to fool outsiders.
Tang Ming pointed to the two rough stones in the corner: "I want these two rough stones."
"gentlemen."
The little girl blinked her beautiful eyes and reminded in a low voice: "I'm telling you, the stuff in this corner is all raw stone waste, that's why it's so cheap. If you buy it, you're wasting your money."
"Brother, don't get angry with Liao Wenbo, he is just a bitch who looks after the shop for others."
Her tone didn't sound like that of a waiter, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to say that to Liao Wenbo.
Tang Ming smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I just want these two pieces."
"Fine."
The little girl had no choice but to hand over the original stone to Tang Ming.
"Hmph, I can make a fortune even with this low-grade rough stone."
Liao Wenbo sneered: "A poor guy like you deserves to go into an antique shop and show off?
It simply lowers the standard of our Jubao Pavilion."
He is the lobby manager. Although he is not a treasure appraisal expert, he knows that good things cannot be found from scraps, so he is even more unscrupulous in his ridicule.
"The frog in the well!"
"Since you believe in your own vision so much, let me tell you today how you became blind!"
Tang Ming spoke indifferently and suddenly exerted force with one hand.
"Bang——" The extremely hard original stone suddenly shattered.
Almost instantly.
A green light penetrated from the inside of the original stone.