Ye Fan was slightly stunned and looked at Jiang Shao suspiciously. "What? Young Master Jiang knows about this too?"
He hadn't expected that what happened at midnight yesterday would reach Chen Wu's ears so quickly. Was this guy here to plead for mercy?
Seeing Chen Wu chuckle, he said, "The Chen family is just a nouveau riche. If Brother Ye wants to deal with them, I, your brother, am willing to help. I guarantee the Chen family will be wiped out, disappearing completely from Jiangcheng."
It was known that although the Chen family was not comparable to major families like the Jiang family, they still had some reputation in Jiangcheng. Yet, in Young Master Jiang's words, destroying the Chen family was no different from crushing an ant.
With a wry smile, Ye Fan waved his hand. "If everything is handled by you, won't my life have no fun at all?"
Having just extorted 1.2 million from the Chen family, how could Ye Fan let such a rich man be easily destroyed?
This time, it was Chen Wu's turn to be stunned. He hadn't expected Ye Fan to say something like this.
He couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "As expected of Brother Ye. Your confidence truly impresses me, younger brother."
Saying that, he raised his wine glass and respectfully toasted!
Just as they were enjoying themselves and chatting about everything under the sun, someone in the adjacent private room had a gloomy expression, their eyes filled with rage...
"Old Master Qin, the young man in the adjacent private room is Ye Fan. He ruined Miss Shen's good deeds and caused my reputation in Jiangcheng's antique circle to plummet. If this kid isn't dealt with, I, your younger brother, find it difficult to vent my hatred."
The one speaking was Jiang Xiaobo, whose scheme had been exposed by Ye Fan earlier...
As a confidant of Miss Shen Shiyun, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, how could he be willing to be humiliated by a nobody like Ye Fan?
The old man beside him stroked his beard and snorted coldly. "A good-for-nothing in his twenties can actually make you, Boss Jiang, stumble? I'd say you're too stupid."
The old man was arrogant, not even regarding Jiang Xiaobo with respect.
However, this was understandable. As the owner of the Six Dynasties Pavilion antique shop, Qin Zhonghe's reputation was only second to Ji Nanshan, and certainly not inferior.
This was not only because he was one of the few Level 2 appraisers in Jiangcheng but also the vice-chairman of the Jiangcheng Antique Association.
Such a status was enough for him to swagger through Jiangcheng's antique circle.
Being so ridiculed by Qin Zhonghe, Jiang Xiaobo was not angered. Instead, he plastered a smile on his face.
"Old Master Qin is absolutely right. I was just careless and fell into that kid's trap. That kid is in the next room right now. I implore Old Master Qin to help me teach him a lesson. As long as we can drive him out of Jiangcheng's antique circle, Miss Shen will surely reward you handsomely."
If it were just Jiang Xiaobo, Qin Zhonghe, with his status, would naturally disdain to act. However, Miss Shen Shiyun of the Shen family was different.
Although she was a woman, she acted decisively and had a ruthless personality, subtly showing signs of taking control of the family. Especially in recent years, her suppression of her sister Shen Tianyin had been effective, making her the center of attention.
If he could incur a favor from Miss Shen, it would be worth his while to act.
After a moment of thought, Qin Zhonghe's face broke into a smile.
"Brother Jiang, it's not difficult to deal with this Ye Fan. We just need to make him stumble in appraisal. Once it's proven that he doesn't understand appraisal and is a good-for-nothing, your reputation will be cleared. However, we need an opportunity for him to make a fool of himself..."
Upon hearing Qin Zhonghe's words, Jiang Xiaobo quickly said urgently, "Ye Fan will also participate in the appraisal fair the day after tomorrow. At that time, as long as Old Master Qin makes a few moves, Ye Fan will surely have nowhere to hide and will be ruined."
He seemed to already see Ye Fan becoming a laughingstock, utterly humiliated, and driven out of the appraisal fair. His eyes were filled with a triumphant smile.
"That's excellent. I'll have someone make arrangements. However, we can chip away at his arrogance first."
Saying that, Qin Zhonghe smiled sinisterly and whispered a few words to his assistant. The assistant nodded respectfully and left.
"Just wait and watch the show."
Qin Zhonghe picked up his teacup, looking relaxed.
Although he didn't know what Qin Zhonghe intended to do, judging by his expression, he was full of confidence. Jiang Xiaobo was filled with anticipation...
More than ten minutes later, commotion was heard from the adjacent private room.
"Isn't this Jiang Zhitao? You brat, you think you're worthy of having a private room here? Get out and give us your spot."
At this moment, Jiang Zhitao's face was gloomy, his eyes filled with rage, and his fists clenched. He wished he could skin the middle-aged man before him alive.
But reason told him to remain calm. This middle-aged man had a square face, broad eyebrows, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Through the lenses, one could see the arrogance in his narrowed eyes.
Ye Fan didn't recognize this person, but Jiang Zhitao knew he was the housekeeper of the Jiangcheng City Lord's Mansion, known as the Second City Lord of Jiangcheng, Lin Yang.
Although the Jiang family was a prominent family that had settled in Jiangcheng and no one dared to provoke them, the City Lord's Mansion was an exception.
Since ancient times, the common people did not contend with officials. Even if the Jiang family was strong in business, provoking the City Lord's Mansion would be troublesome.
Therefore, it was best to avoid friction with the City Lord's Mansion whenever possible.
Looking at Jiang Zhitao's furious appearance, Lin Yang snorted disdainfully.
"What? You want to lay hands on me? Jiang Zhitao, let alone you little punk, even your father would have to bow respectfully to me. If you're sensible, scram. If you don't listen, I'll make your Jiang family regret it."
Although these words were spoken to Jiang Zhitao, Lin Yang's gaze occasionally flickered towards Ye Fan.
The meaning was clear: he wanted to slap their faces, and what could they do about it?
Jiang Zhitao's body trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually turned red. Although he didn't want to provoke people from the City Lord's Mansion, this Lin Yang was too much, especially humiliating him in front of Ye Fan. How could he tolerate it?
The anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and the next moment, it was about to erupt completely.
But at this moment, Ye Fan spoke, "Where did this dog come from, barking here? Didn't your owner teach you how to be a dog?"
Without even lifting his eyelids, he taunted so openly. Ye Fan remained calm, his face as placid as still water...
"Slap."
Lin Yang slammed the table fiercely and roared, "Someone slap him for me!"
As soon as the words fell, a young man rushed out from behind him with hurried steps. Without any explanation, he raised his hand and swung it towards Ye Fan.
Just as the slap was about to land, Ye Fan stomped his feet hard, and his body instantly leaned back. Along with the chair, he easily dodged the slap.
Then, he reversed his grip, grabbed the young man's wrist, and with a forward lean, smashed the young man's palm fiercely onto the table.
Casually, he picked up a fork from the table with his other hand.
His expression remained calm, with a hint of coldness.
"I guess this is self-defense?"
His eyelids finally lifted, and he stared intently at Lin Yang.
The next moment, he violently plunged the fork down.
"Ah."
With a scream, the young man's body trembled violently.
The fork passed through his palm and was firmly embedded in the table. Bright red blood flowed down the tabletop...