Thirteen grand, right? Fine, I'll take it. Give me your account number, and I'll transfer the money right now!

A moment ago, it was thirty grand.

Now, with He Zhijun and the others around, it dropped to thirteen grand.

Ye Chen knew exactly what kind of tricks the other party was playing.

But it didn't matter. Whether it was thirteen grand or thirty, compared to this golden brocade, it was nothing.

Since the price was now thirteen grand, Ye Chen wasn't going to be generous and pay extra.

"Alright, alright, fine!"

The antique dealer hadn't expected him to agree so quickly.

Even though he missed the chance to make more money, selling this unlucky thing at the original price was still a win. He couldn't hide his excitement.

He immediately pulled out a business card with his bank details.

After signing the pre-prepared sales agreement, Ye Chen transferred thirteen grand to the dealer's account.

The golden brocade officially changed hands.

"Damn, talent, pure talent! Mr. He, where'd you find such a guy? This pattern and those Buddhist scriptures—it looks exactly like a burial shroud. Put this thing on the market, and no one would touch it for fear of bad luck. And this guy dropped thirteen grand on it like it's some treasure. Unreal!"

Su Enping couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched Ye Chen finalize the purchase.

He Zhijun's face darkened.

But he didn't dare to say anything, because Su Enping wasn't wrong—the brocade really did resemble a shroud.

Some of the patterns inside were related to reincarnation. Being somewhat familiar with Buddhism, Su recognized them immediately.

Few people would be comfortable owning something like that.

"Can you shut that filthy mouth of yours?"

Ye Chen finally snapped, glaring at Su Enping.

What he bought was none of Su's business.

If Su was genuinely concerned, Ye Chen might have let it slide.

But the sarcastic remarks? That was pushing it.

"What did you say?"

Su Enping froze, surprised by Ye Chen's response.

"I said, can you close that cesspit of yours?" Ye Chen repeated.

"I... you..."

Su Enping, furious, scratched his head and stepped forward.

Suddenly, his hand shot out towards Ye Chen's face.

"You son of a—!"

If Ye Chen looked like someone rich or influential, maybe Su would've held back.

But since Ye Chen appeared ordinary, Su didn't bother with restraint.

However—

Before Su's hand reached Ye Chen, the latter kicked him hard in the stomach.

Su's slap missed, and he stumbled backward, falling flat on the ground.

"Mr. Su!"

"Mr. Su!"

Security rushed over.

But instead of immediately surrounding Ye Chen, they hesitated.

"Are you asking for it?"

Ye Chen coldly glared at Su Enping as he was helped up.

"Fine, fine! You've got guts. Real guts!"

Pointing at Ye Chen, Su Enping's face twisted in rage.

Still, he didn't dare start a brawl—news of the Fu Su Group's heir fighting at an antique fair with some random guy would be humiliating.

"Should we throw him out, Mr. Su?" a guard asked.

"Throw him out? Why? No need!" Su Enping brushed himself off, speaking icily.

"Mr. Su, this exchange is hosted by Fu Su Group, and the invitation came from you. If you really don't want us here, just say the word, and we'll leave," He Zhijun said calmly.

"No, no, Mr. He. I wouldn't dare. Fu Su Group isn't that petty," Su replied.

"Good. Then let's go see the good stuff, Mr. Su. Don't waste any more time," He Zhijun added.

"Sure... this way, Mr. He."

As he led the way, Su Enping shot a glare at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen simply smirked and shook his head.

Soon, they passed through the curtain separating the exhibition hall.

Inside, the atmosphere was entirely different.

The antiques were top-tier, and the people here—collectors, elites, and influential figures—weren't like those in the outer area.

He Zhijun recognized several prominent antique collectors.

The realization made him simmer with anger.

Clearly, Su Enping had been playing them the whole time.

"Hey, Ye! Is that you? What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice called out.

It was Zhang Xingguo, chairman of Yong'an Construction—father of Zhang Jingshan and son of Zhang Weimin.

"Mr. Zhang? You're here too?" Ye Chen was surprised.

"Haha, I'm interested in antiques. A rare exchange like this in Jiangzhou—of course I came. But what about you, Ye?"

Noticing He Zhijun by Ye Chen's side, Zhang Xingguo grew curious.

"Uncle Zhang, you know him?" Su Enping was stunned.

Fu Su Group had asked Zhang Xingguo for help organizing the event.

His father was also acquainted with Zhang.

But seeing Zhang treat Ye Chen so warmly left Su Enping baffled.

"Ye? He's my son Jingshan's good friend. Even my father thinks highly of him," Zhang Xingguo said.

Su Enping's face fell.

Moments ago, he was planning revenge.

Now, with Zhang Xingguo's endorsement, that idea seemed reckless.

Before Su could process this, another voice chimed in.

"Ye!"

It was Zhao Jiwei, the coal tycoon's son, approaching with his father, Zhao Qian.

"Jiwei? You too?" Ye Chen was surprised.

"My dad insisted on coming. We flew here this morning for the antiques," Zhao Jiwei chuckled.

"Ye, meet my dad, Zhao Qian."

"Haha, Ye, I've heard a lot about you from Jiwei. Come to my hotel sometime—my treat!" Zhao Qian said with a broad smile.

Su Enping's face turned ghostly pale.