After Prince Chuan left, Liu Shishi felt very agitated and had no mood to handle company matters.
She stood up from her office chair and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the office.
The sun outside was dazzling, shining on Liu Shishi through the floor-to-ceiling window, making her feel very comfortable.
Looking at the traffic shuttling on the road below and the crowds of pedestrians, Liu Shishi suddenly felt a little better.
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at nothing for a full ten minutes before returning to her desk and sitting down again.
Just as she picked up a document on her hand, her phone, which had been covered, was revealed.
Subconsciously picking up her phone and lighting up the screen, Liu Shishi discovered there was a missed call.
Strictly speaking, Liu Shishi was a bit of a workaholic, so once she got into work mode, she would mute her phone.
Huh, it was Du Fei's call.
Seeing that the missed call was from Du Fei, Liu Shishi quickly dialed back.
Ring, ring.
The phone was answered after two rings.
Then Du Fei's familiar voice came from the phone.
On the phone, Du Fei told Liu Shishi that he had successfully sent Du Yunyun to school, and then encountered some trouble, so he would have to stay in Beijing for three to four days before returning.
Liu Shishi didn't ask what trouble Du Fei had.
Because she knew Du Fei's character well, and Du Fei had always been very reliable.
At this moment, Liu Shishi suddenly thought of Prince Chuan who had just visited.
If Du Fei were here, he would surely have a way to deal with that shameless fellow.
Unconsciously, in Liu Shishi's heart, she had grown accustomed to seeking Du Fei's help for any problem she couldn't solve.
This was something that was impossible before.
In the past, no matter what trouble Liu Shishi encountered, she would face it head-on, even if it meant exhaustion or injury.
But now, after being with Du Fei, Liu Shishi felt her mindset slowly changing.
No, she couldn't always rely on Du Fei; this was wrong.
Liu Shishi shook her head, trying to drive this thought out of her mind.
"Did something happen?"
Du Fei, on the other end of the phone, asked when Liu Shishi remained silent for a long time.
Liu Shishi didn't want Du Fei to worry, so she deflected by saying she was just thinking about company matters.
Du Fei, separated by the phone, naturally couldn't see Liu Shishi's expression. Otherwise, with his understanding of her, he would have certainly seen that she was being perfunctory.
So Du Fei reminded Liu Shishi to balance work with rest.
Liu Shishi said she understood.
Then they chatted about a few other things.
After hanging up the phone, Liu Shishi adjusted her mood again and buried herself back in her work.
...
After ending the call with Liu Shishi, Du Fei found himself walking into a flea market without realizing it.
The flea market was about the size of a football field, with a large crowd setting up various stalls within a designated area.
Most of the stalls were just mats spread on the ground, displaying the items they had brought.
The stall owners sat on stools or small folding stools they had prepared.
Whenever someone passed by, they would call out a few times, introducing the items at their stall.
However, most people were browsing out of curiosity, and not many were actually buying.
Du Fei thought that since he was here, he might as well have a look around.
Although it was just a flea market, the items sold at the stalls were diverse and complete in variety.
From small things like hair clips and toothpicks to larger items like furniture.
There were even people selling various designer watches and bags, whether they were genuine or fake was up to the buyer to discern.
However, then again, people who genuinely wanted to buy designer watches and bags would probably not buy them in such a place.
With the intention of just looking around, Du Fei slowly walked into the flea market.
"Handsome guy, come and have a look. I have the latest model of the 'Shui Guo' phone here, and the price is much cheaper than in the official store."
As he passed by a stall, a young man with a buzz cut, whose sides were dyed green and was dressed very stylishly, called out to Du Fei.
Seeing Du Fei turn his head, the young man's tone became more enthusiastic, "Don't worry, my machine is definitely genuine. You can check it yourself if you don't believe me."
As he spoke, he actually handed the new 'Shui Guo' phone in his hand to Du Fei.
However, Du Fei did not take it with his hand, but simply said he didn't need it and turned to leave.
The young man looked at Du Fei's retreating back and muttered under his breath, "Damn, people nowadays are getting harder to fool."
It turned out that the 'Shui Guo' phone in this guy's hand was fake.
The usual trick these people used was to attract people with the gimmick of a low-priced, latest model 'Shui Guo' phone and then turn it on for those who wanted to buy.
Usually, after a few minutes, the phone would turn off due to low battery.
At this point, the young man would claim that his phone came from a special channel and was very cheap.
Most people, upon hearing this, would immediately feel like they were getting a good deal.
But after these people who felt they were getting a good deal bought the phone, they would discover that the new 'Shui Guo' phone they bought wouldn't charge no matter what.
When they finally opened it, it was just a fake with a few batteries inside, only the exterior made to look almost real.
It would be impossible to find the person again afterwards.
Failing to trick Du Fei, the young man began to try his luck with the next person.
"Look, look!"
"Walk past, don't miss out."
"Everything I have here is genuine antiques. You can pass it down as an heirloom if you buy just one piece."
At a stall selling antiques, an old man, about sixty years old, was shouting loudly.
Although the old man was not young, his voice was full of energy when he shouted.
Whether it was the old man's shouting or some other reason, soon quite a few people gathered around the old man's antique stall.
"Grandpa, how much are these copper coins?"
Someone picked out a few copper coins that looked to be in good condition.
The old man glanced and said, "Guest, you have good taste. These copper coins are from Emperor Qianlong's reign and have very high collection value. Back then, I..."
"Grandpa, don't bore me with stories. Sell it for a hundred?"
The person asking the price completely ignored the old man's boasting and directly stated the price.
The old man did not hesitate at all and nodded directly, "Deal!"
Some people nearby couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
These copper coins from the Qianlong era were only worth a hundred yuan in the end?
The old man took the brand-new hundred-yuan bill, examined it for authenticity, and then, with a smile, put it into the small satchel at his waist.
He looked like a complete money-grubber.
Immediately after, the old man busied himself in selling his so-called top-quality antiques to the others at his stall without pause.