90,000 Years of Longevity

Wang An and Cheng Shou were sitting inside one of the black cars.

"Master, last night, someone from the Law Enforcement Department made a video of what happened in the Confucian Temple and uploaded it to the Internet. Now, it has a great impact, and the Old Master's back is also inside other than those three foreigners."

Cheng Shou said seriously while driving.

"I know." Wang An said indifferently.

Cheng Shou: "Apart from this incident, the owner of Thousand Treasure Pavilion is backed by a large family in Japan. They have been trying to collect all kinds of antiques, and most of them are what we are looking for. I doubt that their motivation is not simple."

"Follow up on this matter, I want detailed information." Wang An's tone increased.

"Yes, Master." Cheng Shou nodded and continued, "Other than that, the Old Master seems to have taken some action against Japan recently. Mr. Lu Wensheng has already set off for Japan."

"This is regrettable." Wang An shook his head.

"Well, it seems that the Master has no fate with Mr. Lu Wensheng." Cheng Shou also sighed.

"How about the collection of antiquities?" Wang An asked.

Cheng Shou: "Our people have been working on this matter, and the whole world has already started to take action. Every minute and every second, a large number of antiquities have been acquired by our people, so it's only a matter of time, but something..."

When talking about this, Cheng Shou hesitated a little.

"Say." Wang An's casual voice came from behind.

Cheng Shou then continued to speak, "Master, you know, regarding antiquities this thing, in this world, there is a force that is very terrifying controlling behind, that is the Zhou Family. This time, when we do a nationwide collection, the Zhou Family has not shown their face, but... many of the antiquities we need are in their hands!"

"Zhou Family?" Hearing this name, Wang An was silent for a few seconds.

Not long ago, he and Zhou Hongguang met in Kunlun Mountain.

At that time, Zhou Hongguang obviously looked very loyal to Ye Bei…

"Don't pay attention to the Zhou Family's affairs. First, collect antiques from other places. When everything is ready, I will personally inform the Zhou Family. I think Zhou Hongguang should have his own choice."

After a long time, Wang An spoke slowly.

"Yes, Master!" Cheng Shou respectfully said, "Except for these, basically there is nothing else. Although since the Old Master came down the mountain, the recent movements have been very loud, they are basically covered by our forces. It's just that we haven't made a move this time. If we make a move, there will be no traces on the Internet on the Confucian Temple."

"Don't mention these!" Wang An's tone was frosty, and after a few minutes, he asked again, "How far is it from the Confucian Temple?"

"It's less than ten minutes' drive from the Confucian Temple, but the street of the Confucian Temple is too narrow for cars to pass through. We will need to walk at that time. If you want to see the Old Master, it will take at least fifteen minutes." Cheng Shou said.

"I see." Wang An nodded.

These two days, since he came to East China Sea City, even if he wanted to, Wang An would never come over without Ye Bei's order.

But he took the initiative this time mainly because of some things that needed to be told to Ye Bei personally.

Whizz...

The vehicle was still moving.

...

In the Confucian Temple, normal order had been restored.

After Gongsun Bo came out of the Wensheng Antique Shop, he was idle and returned to the street. Whenever a stranger came over, he would start sneaking, spitting, and selling the fan in his arms.

Everything was back on track quickly.

Regarding what happened yesterday, the bosses in the major shops never mentioned it again after discussing in the morning.

Each one of them stayed in their own shop, greeting the guests.

Even in the Wensheng Antique Shop, some people came in from time to time.

But those who came in, the first reaction after seeing the situation inside were all stunned, and then after seeing Ye Bei sitting in front of the table, they asked.

"Boss, why don't you have any antiques in your shop?"

The first one who came in was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Ye Bei said nothing.

The middle-aged man looked around in the store again, but after a few minutes, he was bored then left.

"This shop is so awesome. It is opened in the Temple of Confucius, but there are no antiques. You know, this place is in the East China Sea, and every inch of it is very expensive. I can only say that the owner of this shop is really headstrong."

The person who said this was a young man in his twenties. Next to him was a beautiful lady with a fancy dress.

"Hehe, maybe this shop is going to close down or renovate." The beauty was smiling.

The two of them walked in and looked around as if Ye Bei sitting in front of the table was a transparent person. After speaking a few words on their own, they turned and left. The situation here seemed not enough to make them feel curious.

But soon, there was a third batch of people entering the store.

This time, it was not a tourist.

It was an old man with ragged clothes, silver hair, a wrinkled face, and a black bag in his hands.

After he walked into the shop, he checked around first.

When he found that the shelves were empty, he was not curious, instead, his eyes became brighter.

After he turned around again, he looked at Ye Bei.

"Young man, where is the owner of your shop? Let him come out, I have a big deal to find him." He had a low voice and looked very serious.

If it was a normal shop, maybe when the clerk saw such a person, he would actually contact the boss.

But the old man faced Ye Bei.

"Just tell me if you have anything you need." Ye Bei said calmly.

The old man's eyes rolled, then he said again, "You? Can you represent the owner of this shop? Stop fooling around... Call your boss right away, otherwise, the consequences are beyond your imagination."

Ye Bei was silent.

That indifferent gaze looked at the old man quietly.

But when the old man at Ye Bei, he found that he couldn't see through him at all.

"Forget it!" After a few seconds, the old man waved his hand, "If you can be the master, that's fine too. I think your shop is too empty, there are no antiques at all. Since the shop is open, you must do business. If you don't sell, then you have to buy, and I happen to be in this business. I also have a treasure in my hand. Because of my identity, it's not easy to sell honestly, so I have to rely on you... How is it? Are you interested?"

When the old man was talking, he quickly placed the black bag in his hand in front of the table where Ye Bei was sitting.

Not waiting for Ye Bei to answer, he took the initiative to open the bag...