Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

The antique shop owner had a peculiar expression on his face, then forcibly squeezed out a slight smile, pretending to be oblivious:

"Sir, Black Wood Lotus? I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Fang Yu smiled, sat down on a chair directly, and said: "Do you call the shots in this antique shop?"

"Of course, I do."

"That's good, I haven't found the wrong person! I don't want anything else, just the Black Wood Lotus." Fang Yu said somewhat roguishly.

"Sir, I really don't know what this Black Wood Lotus you are speaking of is..."

The antique shop owner said earnestly and seriously.

Fang Yu placed his hand on his chest, lightly clasping his personal weapon—Mandala petals.

However, he did not emit any murderous aura.

With a casual pull.

He placed the Mandala petals on the table, and said lightly: "Boss, what's your honorable surname?"

"No need for 'honorable,' surname Wu."

"Boss Wu, don't be in a hurry to refuse... Take a good look at this item. I believe you will definitely be interested!"

Fang Yu pointed to the Mandala petals on the table.

On the surface, it was just a plain ornament, nothing special about it.

But out of curiosity, Boss Wu still picked up the Mandala petal ornament.

Held in the palm, it was very light, very small. He could barely feel its weight.

Just as he was about to bring it closer for inspection, suddenly, a reddish-gold light twirled around the petal and disappeared in a flash!

Huh?

Boss Wu frowned, as if realizing something.

At that moment, his fingers involuntarily trembled.

"How about it, Boss Wu, this is a good item, isn't it? It's not inferior to the Black Wood Lotus." Fang Yu said with a smile.

Boss Wu respectfully placed the Mandala petals back on the table and said: "Mr. Fang, you must be joking, this item is indeed extraordinary... However, we really don't have the Black Wood Lotus you mentioned."

"Really don't have?"

"Really don't."

Fang Yu shook his head helplessly, picked up the Mandala petals, and said: "Well then. It's a pity, I really wanted to trade this for it! Alas..."

Saying that, he stood up, gave Ye Wenjun a look, and walked towards the door.

"Please wait!"

Boss Wu suddenly called out to Fang Yu, "Mr. Fang, are you looking to trade this item for the Black Wood Lotus?"

"Yes... It's just unfortunate you don't have it." Fang Yu said regretfully.

"Indeed, we don't have the so-called Black Wood Lotus, but there is something else that Mr. Fang will definitely be interested in." Boss Wu said, narrowing his eyes.

"Is that so?" Fang Yu looked at Boss Wu suspiciously.

"That item is not here. If Mr. Fang has time, I'll show you and you'll know." Boss Wu said composedly.

Fang Yu looked back at Ye Wenjun and said indifferently: "Sure, I'll go take a look with you."

"Please!"

Boss Wu had someone bring around the car.

Ye Wenjun, however, looked puzzled, unsure of what Ye Chen was up to.

Moreover, she didn't understand what Black Wood Lotus was, nor could she see anything special about the Mandala petal.

When they got outside, Fang Yu said to Ye Wenjun: "You go back first."

"Where are you going?" Ye Wenjun asked.

"Me? I'm obviously going shopping." Fang Yu said with a smile.

"Well, I want to shop, too."

"Hey... follow the husband, as the saying goes. Be good, this is men's business, you go back first." Fang Yu said unapologetically.

This was a Triple S level mission, and it was always inconvenient to bring Ye Wenjun along.

The dangers involved, even he himself might not fully know.

"But..." Ye Wenjun's tone became gentle.

"There's no but. Go back." Fang Yu said again sternly.

Boss Wu also added: "Miss Ye, the place we are going to is indeed not very convenient for a girl to go to."

Both Boss Wu and Ye Wenjun said this, so Ye Wenjun nodded and said: "Okay, Fang Yu, remember your promise."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards her luxurious car, with several bodyguards closely following her.

...

Fang Yu followed Mr. Wu and got into the limousine together.

They sped along the road.

On the way, Mr. Wu suddenly asked curiously, "Mr. Fang, could you tell me where you got that pendant from?"

Fang Yu's mind stirred; this old fox was indeed coveting his Mandala petals.

"It was passed down from my ancestors."

"Oh? It looks very old..." Mr. Wu said smilingly, "Have you ever noticed anything unusual about it?"

"Indeed, it sometimes glows gold, recently it's been a crimson light... I think it's probably very valuable. I'm planning to exchange it for some money to buy houses. Property prices in Yanjing are 100,000 per square meter now! Alas!" Fang Yu said.

...

Mr. Wu was secretly delighted.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang, with this item, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. If it's not enough, our antique business city can offer more money to exchange for your pendant, how about that?"

"Oh? How much more?" Fang Yu whispered.

Mr. Wu stretched out a finger, also whispering, "Ten million."

"Wow... then I must check it out."

...

About an hour later.

The car stopped.

Fang Yu got out of the car, looking around, and couldn't help but exclaim, "This place is nice."

"Please, this way."

It was a street similar to an antique street. Hanging above the entrance was a sign: Yu Garden. Below signed by: Zhao Youdao.

"The Zhao Family's holdings are indeed substantial."

"Just a small business."

The two of them made several turns and passed through several lengthy paths, finally arriving deep within an estate.

Several bodyguards were guarding the entrance.

"We're here."

Following Mr. Wu, the two entered the hall.

"Mr. Fang, please wait a moment. I'll be right back," Mr. Wu said as he turned and left the room.

Fang Yu looked around curiously, observing the antique tables and chairs.

Before long.

Accompanying Mr. Wu upon his return was a middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit.

The middle-aged man entered the hall, first sizing up Fang Yu, then his gaze fell on the Mandala petals on his chest.

Fang Yu deliberately exposed the pendant.

A flicker of surprise crossed the middle-aged man's eyes.

At the same time, outside the hall, dozens of men dressed in uniform entered. They didn't seem like antique enthusiasts but rather like martial artists.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Wu already told me about your pendant... As businessmen, let's not beat around the bush. How much are you willing to sell it for?"

The Zhongshan suit man skipped the introduction.

Clearly, he was eager for a quick deal.

Fang Yu, unhurriedly, said: "What's your name?"

Upon hearing this, the man in the Zhongshan suit felt indignant inside, as with his status and position, being spoken to in this manner by a younger man was insulting, yet he still controlled himself and said: "I'm Zhao Youting."

"Oh. Zhao Family, you have a 'You' generational name. My apologies." Fang Yu said with a smile.

"Let's talk business, then. How much are you willing to sell that pendant for?" Zhao Youting squinted his eyes.

Meanwhile, those dozens of men stood to the sides, arms crossed, their stance somewhat threatening.

Fang Yu shrugged, feigning ignorance, and said:

"Didn't Mr. Wu say he had good things to show me? I need to see the items first. If you offer me something worthless, naturally I'll ask for more. What do you think?"

"Fair enough." Zhao Youting clapped his hands.

Clap, clap.

A faint cold smirk appeared on Mr. Wu's face; the real show was about to begin.