Chapter 601: Chapter 594: Wangfujing Street
"An Momo, all you know are these things all day long??"
Ye Tian stood with his hands in his pockets, wordlessly watching the livestreamer An Momo posing cutely for her audience.
"What do you know?? This is part of my livestream content."
An Momo giggled at him, then looked at the screen, "Meatball fans, today I’m taking you to the famous Wangfujing Street in the Capital City."
"I hope everyone shows their support."
In the comments: "Goddess Momo, you’re so relaxed, it’s Monday!!!
No fear, I’m keeping the screen at the smallest size to still follow my Goddess Momo’s livestream.
Exactly, exactly, for the goddess, we’d go through hell and high water, so what???
Brothers, send those small gifts!!!"
Ye Tian sneaked a peek at An Momo’s phone, wow, it was Monday morning, and already over two million people were watching.
So this "stupid" woman is actually quite popular on the streaming platform.
Even such a boring stream has viewers.
Should I start charging her fifty percent of the gift revenue if I take her out for shopping in the future?
Ye Tian looked ahead, there stood a monumental archway in the center of the street, with three golden characters glowing—Wangfujing.
Wangfujing Street is the most important commercial street in our Capital City, located to the east of the Imperial City, extending north-south, starting from East Chang’an Street in the south and ending at the National Art Museum in the north, spanning 1600 meters.
The name originated from the construction of the Ten Princes’ Mansions during the Ming Dynasty.
This street is a place where cultures from a hundred different countries converge, with everything you can imagine: antique shops, luxury stores, teahouses, hotels, bars, etc.
"Ye Tian, you haven’t been here, right? Let Goddess Momo show you around the famous Wangfujing Street."
An Momo proudly stepped forward, raised her chin, and patted Ye Tian on the shoulder.
"You?? Just pay the bills, got it?"
Ye Tian reached out, pinched her cheek, and laughed.
Wait, that felt good, let me pinch it again.
One more time.
Hmm, last time, this is fun.
An Momo, like an about-to-lose-her-temper lioness, raised a small pink fist and shouted, "Ye Tian, take this punch."
"Alright, just kidding." Ye Tian quickly withdrew his hand, with a serious face, "No more fooling around, your livestream is still on, behave yourself."
Unfortunately, the fans were still fooling around, commenting on how beautiful and luxurious Wangfujing Street is, how gorgeous the girls passing by were, completely forgetting about their streamer An Momo.
......
Ten minutes later.
"Look, this beef meatball, it’s bouncy and delicious, one bite and your whole mouth is filled with juice, super tasty."
"And these, these are Wangfujing’s secret grilled skewers, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, brushed with a special sauce and go through forty-nine steps before they can come off the grill."
"Simply a world-class delicacy, you must come to Wangfujing’s Food Street, it’s amazing."
Ye Tian, with a dark line on his forehead, held her phone, the screen facing An Momo as she excitedly explained the food with animated gestures.
He felt sorry for those fans who, early in the morning, ate a piece of bread, squeezed onto the subway, clocked in at work, and sat there all day.
Apart from takeout and boxed meals, there were no other choices.
Now they’re being tempted by these delicious-smelling and looking foods, it’s practically a tragedy.
Sure enough, the comments were filled with complaints about wanting to hit Goddess Momo.....
"Okay, we’re done with the food, next stop, I’ll take you to explore the history and culture of the Capital City."
An Momo wiped her mouth with a napkin and joyfully led Ye Tian forward.
Suddenly, as they passed by a store named Yashi Pavilion, Ye Tian stopped and turned to go inside.
"Ye Tian, what are you doing??" An Momo quickly pulled him back, "This is Yashi Pavilion, the most famous antique painting store in the Capital City, the items inside are super expensive."
"What are you afraid of, we’ll just take a look without buying anything."
Ye Tian gave An Momo a playful knock on the head and walked into Yashi Pavilion laughing.
An Momo raised her head and felt an invisible pressure descend upon her.
The antique red lacquered door, with a black and gold sign on top, displayed three large characters "Yashi Pavilion" in an elegant and authoritative script.
It is said that these three characters were personally written by a highly influential figure, so powerful that they suppress all evil spirits and demons.
Unfortunately, there were only about five or six people inside, but they were all clearly wealthy and influential figures.
However, one person stood out like a sore thumb, wearing ragged clothes and having muddy shoes.
He seemed to be an ordinary worker.
"You hillbilly, hurry up and leave!! Do you think I, Gong Yashi, have poor judgment? Look at your cheap clothes, have you ever seen an authentic Tang Bohu painting?"
"Saying it’s your family heirloom and could be an authentic Tang Bohu painting, do you think Yashi Pavilion is a bank??"
"Get out, leave now, don’t sully the name of Yashi Pavilion!!!"
From the front desk came a burst of chaos.
Ye Tian looked over and saw a woman with her head held high, her tone filled with anger, her face full of disdain and contempt, as if the man’s presence sullied the entire Yashi Pavilion.
"Miss, this... this really is our family heirloom, my grandfather said it’s definitely an authentic Tang Bohu!!!"
"If it weren’t for my wife having leukemia, I wouldn’t even take it out to sell!!!"
"Please, take a closer look!! Please, I’m desperate for the money to save a life!!"
The laborer immediately knelt on the ground, his face streaming with tears, stubbornly kowtowing as if he couldn’t feel the pain.
"Are you leaving or not?? If you don’t go, I’ll call security to throw you out!!"
The woman’s voice was icy cold, as if saying one more word would tarnish her noble status, looking down at the kneeling laborer.
"Yes, Miss Gong is Mr. Gong’s granddaughter, she has inherited his expertise in assessing antiquities."
"People like you, just leave, stop being an eyesore here."
"Exactly, since Miss Gong started, she’s never been wrong in evaluating items. If she says it’s fake, it’s fake!"
"Tang Bohu my ass?? That big, if it were real, it would be worth at least tens of millions, and now you’re trying to sell it for one million, even an idiot wouldn’t believe it!"
"Get him out, don’t disturb us buying paintings."
Suddenly, two tall security guards rushed in, hoisted the laborer, and headed to throw him out.
"Please, take another look!!"
"Please!!"
The laborer looked utterly crushed, his pupils pale as he stared at Gong Yashi.
Why, just because I’m a laborer, I don’t deserve to have an authentic Tang Bohu painting??
He knew that once Yashi Pavilion declared the painting fake, no antique shop outside would dare to accept it.
Which means, his wife’s illness couldn’t be treated.
"Security, throw this hillbilly out, and this fake painting too!!"
The woman rudely threw the painting on the ground, her face full of disdain and contempt, with a tone devoid of any compassion.
At the door, the laborer, deeply devastated, hugged the painting, squatted down, and sobbed quietly with his arms around his knees.
His already yellowed and withered face seemed to have aged several decades more.
Who says men don’t cry, it’s only because they haven’t reached absolute despair.
"How much for this painting??"
The laborer looked up at the voice and saw Ye Tian, smiling warmly like a spring breeze, looking at him and asked.
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