Bang!
With a loud bang, Da Tou was sent flying out at a speed even faster than he had lunged.
"You, what are you trying to do! I warn you, don't mess around!"
The guy called Young Master was stunned when he saw his bodyguard casually kicked away.
He knew that he had paid a lot of money to hire these two bodyguards.
Now, one of them was dealt with in the first encounter. This guy was too formidable.
Then, the other person slowly walked towards him.
While feeling agitated, Young Master grabbed another bodyguard beside him and put him in front of himself.
The bodyguard, positioned in front of Young Master, instantly looked panicked.
"Get lost!"
Unexpectedly, the young man had no intention of making a move.
Young Master was taken aback, and then, catching sight of the people around him pointing and whispering, he felt extremely humiliated.
He wanted to say a few harsh words, but his subordinate, who had just been kicked away, was still lying on the ground. He could only swallow his pride and leave the scene as quickly as possible.
"I really didn't expect this young man to be a martial artist."
"True talents are often hidden, I was worried he would be injured by those two bodyguards just now."
"It seems I need to let my child learn martial arts in the future, so he won't be bullied when he's out."
No one around had expected the situation to unfold beyond their imagination.
It was understandable, though. The young man looked tall and slender, like a college student, while the two bodyguards of that Young Master were tall and burly, with arms thicker than the young man's thighs.
Yet, who would have thought that the burly bodyguards would be so vulnerable when they fought?
With the excitement over, the crowd began to disperse.
"Three hundred, right."
The young man, having driven away the eyesore, returned to the stall and took out three hundred-yuan bills.
The old stall owner took the money, habitually checked it, and then put it into his waist pouch.
The young man was Du Fei. He bought the jade pendant simply because he found its design quite unique.
As for the other items on the stall, which the old man boasted were priceless treasures, he wasn't interested in any of them.
It was just that Du Fei found it a bit unexpected that the stall owner, who seemed to be a complete moneygrubber, chose to sell the item to him even when the Young Master had offered a higher price. It seemed that even a moneygrubber had his principles.
"Young man, please wait."
Just as Du Fei picked up the jade pendant and was about to turn away, the stall owner called out to him.
Turning back to the stall and glancing at the items on it, Du Fei smiled, "Sir, I'm not interested in antiques."
Du Fei thought the stall owner had called him to try to sell him some antiques.
The stall owner smiled awkwardly and then said, "Actually, I wanted to ask for your help..."
The stall owner then told Du Fei that he had a grandson who had been obsessed with martial arts since childhood. Seeing Du Fei's formidable skills just now, he wanted to ask Du Fei to teach his grandson.
"Don't worry, young man, I definitely won't let you teach for free. I can pay you tuition fees."
So he wanted him to teach his grandson martial arts. Du Fei never would have dreamed that this was the reason the stall owner stopped him.
After the stall owner finished speaking, Du Fei shook his head, refusing.
"Young man, is it about the tuition? We can discuss that. My grandson lost his parents when he was young and was mocked by others for being an orphan. I, an old man, don't know how to teach him. Please, pity me, considering I'm already with one foot in the grave."
Seeing Du Fei refuse, the stall owner immediately began to plead.
Du Fei felt a pang of sympathy.
No wonder this old man, at his age, was still setting up a stall and shouting so enthusiastically. It turned out he was doing it to support his grandson.
Understanding the situation, Du Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for him.
However, pity was one thing, but he genuinely couldn't help.
"Well, sir, I'm actually not from the capital. I'm only here for some personal matters and I'll be leaving in two or three days, so I'm afraid I can't help you."
Du Fei explained his situation.
In fact, if he hadn't arranged to meet Qi Lianshan and exchange the cure for his father's illness for some precious medicinal ingredients, Du Fei would have returned to Rongcheng immediately after sending Du Yunyun to school.
Even so, Du Fei wouldn't be staying here for too long, so he probably couldn't take on a disciple.
The stall owner pondered for a moment, "Young man, how about this? Could you at least teach my grandson for these few days before you leave?"
Looking at the old man's pleading expression, Du Fei found it impossible to refuse, so he could only nod in agreement.
As soon as Du Fei agreed, the old man's face lit up with excitement.
He then immediately started packing up his stall, wanting Du Fei to go home with him, as his grandson would be very happy to see Du Fei.
The old man was indeed a man of action.
Seeing this, Du Fei also stepped forward to help pack up the items on the stall.
Half an hour later, the packing was almost done.
As the old man was about to hoist the packed bags onto his shoulder, Du Fei stepped forward and took them.
"Young man, no, no. You've already agreed to teach my grandson, and I'm already very grateful. I can handle this kind of manual labor myself."
The old man reached out to take the bags from Du Fei's hands.
Du Fei, however, smiled. "Respecting the elderly and cherishing the young is a Chinese virtue. Sir, you should lead the way."
Seeing that Du Fei insisted on carrying the bags, the old man's face, full of wrinkles, broke into a wide smile, and he kept saying thank you.
The old man led Du Fei away from the flea market and along the road.
As they walked, the old man told Du Fei that his home was not far from here, only about half an hour's walk.
After hearing this, Du Fei couldn't help but sigh.
Although the bags in his hands were not heavy for him, they must have weighed at least fifty to sixty catties.
The old stall owner was not a robust man. It must have been difficult for him to carry such heavy loads back and forth every day.
However, for the sake of survival, many people lived as hard a life as he did.
Soon, Du Fei followed the old man to a shantytown.
Low tile-roofed houses were everywhere, some with cracks on their walls that looked like they were about to collapse.
"Grandpa Cheng, you're back."
"Cheng Ye, how was business today?"
"Uncle Cheng, I still have some meat left today. I'll bring you some later."
Upon entering the shantytown, they walked down a rather narrow alley.
On both sides of the alley lived many people.
The old man seemed to be quite popular. As he passed, people kept greeting him.
The old man responded to all of them with a smile.