Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert

73: Chapter 73 Treasure Trove Pavilion 73: Chapter 73 Treasure Trove Pavilion As he walked and pondered, Xiao Yifeng suddenly heard a burst of arguing nearby.

His gaze swept the area and landed on a jewelry and jade shop called the Treasure Trove Pavilion, where some kind of dispute was unfolding inside.

With a hint of curiosity, Xiao Yifeng walked straight in.

“Boss, this copper statue is a family heirloom of mine, how can it be worthless?

Why don’t you take another look?”

A plainly dressed man with a weathered face held a half-meter-tall copper statue in his arms, pleading repeatedly with a lavishly dressed, slightly plump man.

The lavishly dressed, slightly plump man spoke with impatience, “Do you know where you are?

This is the Treasure Trove Pavilion, famous throughout China, collecting only treasures of immense value.

Your broken copper statue is worthless, if you want to sell it, go elsewhere.”

“How…

how can you say that?

This copper statue is truly an ancient relic passed down by my ancestors, with a history of hundreds of years.

If I weren’t in urgent need of money, I would never have brought it here to sell.”

The man with the weathered face spoke in a mix of haste and resentful anger.

“Enough, I said it’s worthless, so it’s worthless.

Leave now and don’t delay the business of Treasure Trove Pavilion,” the slightly plump man said unapologetically.

“Sir, I’ll buy your copper statue.”

Just then, an unexpected voice sounded, causing both men in the shop to turn their gaze in unison.

A young man was slowly walking in—it was Xiao Yifeng.

The man holding the copper statue quickly said to Xiao Yifeng, “Sir, are you serious?

You really want to buy my copper statue?”

“Of course, how much are you asking for it?” Xiao Yifeng said with a faint smile on his lips.

“One hundred thousand…

oh no, fifty thousand, just fifty thousand, how about that?” The man with the weathered face said to Xiao Yifeng, looking a bit nervous.

“Let’s stick to one hundred thousand.

There’s just enough in this bank card, here you go,” Xiao Yifeng said, pulling out a bank card and handing it over.

The bank card was given to him by the Ye Family butler, Mu Feng, as his living expenses, and he was now spending it in one go.

“Thank you, sir, thank you so much.”

The man holding the copper statue looked at Xiao Yifeng with a deeply grateful expression.

“Kid, I have to warn you, that copper statue is not worth any money, don’t be deceived so easily,” the lavishly dressed, plump man glanced at Xiao Yifeng, his gaze filled with scorn.

“Thanks for the warning, but I feel this copper statue is worth the one hundred thousand,” Xiao Yifeng smiled, his eyes sweeping over the half-meter-tall statue, shimmering with light.

At that moment, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor rang out, and with it, a beautiful silhouette slowly entered the Treasure Trove Pavilion.

Upon seeing this figure, Xiao Yifeng and the others were struck dumb.

Xiao Yifeng couldn’t help but exclaim, What a beautiful and elegant woman.

Her long, dark-green eyebrows, clear and bright black pupils, smooth and prominent nose, and well-proportioned delicate facial features all adorned a perfect face—a stunning beauty to behold.

The woman exuded a mature charm, dignified and noble, clearly not an ordinary woman.

“Miss Qin, welcome, please come in, come in,”

Seeing this figure, the slightly plump man immediately went up to her with a beaming smile, displaying great respect and courtesy.

“Manager Dong, I heard that you’ve recently acquired some fine Song dynasty calligraphy and paintings, and I would like to take a look,” the woman said, her voice ringing like a clear spring, crisp and euphonious, emitting an air of high culture.

“Sure thing, I’ll get them for you right away,”

The slightly plump man nodded and waved his hand, and a man who appeared to be an employee approached.

“Go get that ink and wash bamboo paintingby Master Wen Tong from the Song Dynasty,” the slightly plump man ordered.

The employee nodded and headed into the inner chamber of the shop, while the woman, upon hearing the man’s words, showed a startled expression.

“Are you referring to Master Wen Tong, known as the Bamboo Master of the Song Dynasty?”

The slightly plump man nodded and laughed, “That’s right, Miss Qin.

It is indeed a work by Master Wen Tong, who was known as the Bamboo Master during the Song Dynasty.

I have one of his early ink and wash bamboo paintings, which is one of his representative works, truly precious.

I’m sure you will like it, Miss Qin, and I wouldn’t have shown it to anyone else.”

“I never expected Manager Dong to possess such a rare treasure here; the Treasure Trove Pavilion really lives up to its name,” Qin Wanting said with an air of amazement.

Soon, the employee brought out a long box.

The man known as Manager Dong opened it to reveal a scroll placed inside.

Manager Dong unfurled the scroll, and an imposing ink and wash bamboo painting slowly appeared.

The bamboo in the painting was vivid and lifelike, almost as if it were real.

The style was meticulous, blending the bamboo with ink exquisitely, surely an authentic piece.

Below was a seal impression with the barely discernible name “Mr.

Shishi,” which was another name for Master Wen Tong.

“The technique used to paint these bamboos involves using thick ink for the front and light ink for the rear; it truly is an original by Master Wen Tong,” the woman said excitedly, her eyes filled with love for the painting.

“Manager Dong, how much is this painting?

I’ll take it,” Qin Wanting said downright, her tone firm, clearly set on obtaining this painting.

Xiao Yifeng watched the painting intently, an unusual look in his eyes.

He was about to speak up when suddenly, a man wearing a white suit, with an elegant demeanor and a gentle and refined air, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, walked in.

“I’ll take this painting,”

The newly arrived man declared.

“Du Wenxing, what are you trying to do?”

Seeing the man, Qin Wanting’s face changed, her eyes carrying a hint of annoyance.

The man in the white suit, with a faint smile on his lips, replied, “Wanting, I also like this painting, so I would like to buy it.

Let’s compete fairly for it.”

“Manager Dong, how much for this painting?” Du Wenxing looked directly at Manager Dong.

Manager Dong, seeing the two people’s reactions, said, “This painting is one million.”

“Two million,” Qin Wanting immediately offered.