Uncle Xu was slightly stunned, then he smiled awkwardly. "I understand, Mr. Pei."
He was very tactful and had long been used to fake politeness in communication, but he did not expect that Pei Feng liked to be straightforward and hated people being tactful with him.
Pei Feng looked out of the car window thoughtfully.
Uncle Xu's words reminded him of a type of people in this world — Fengshui Masters.
In his previous life, he had heard that many rich people were very superstitious and respected the so-called Fengshui Masters' Magic Artifacts, or Magic Artifacts that could change luck and attract wealth. In order to obtain such Magic Artifacts, they would not hesitate to spend a lot of money, or even buy them at a sky-high price.
In his previous life, the theory of Fengshui was very popular. In many places, the so-called Fengshui Masters were aloof and aloof. They were devoutly worshipped by the rich and powerful, and they were praised to the heavens.
Yun Mo Shan owned the Yun Group and had the backing of the Zhou family in Jiangnan. His net worth was absolutely terrifying. However, this was Shanghai, where there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The top rich people in China gathered. In terms of financial resources, even the Zhou family in Jiangnan could not be ranked in the top ten. Not to mention the top ten, they might not even be in the top fifty, let alone Yun Mo Shan.
If that Magic Artifact was a genuine top-grade item, as long as other bidders knew what it was, there would probably be many people who would fight with him to the death.
…
Half an hour later, the Maybach 62 stopped in front of a quiet temple in the suburbs.
This temple was called Guhuai Temple, and the environment was very good. It was surrounded by mountains and water. To the east was the famous Yushan in Shanghai, and to the west was Lingshui Lake.
The temple was not big, and it looked ordinary from the outside. There was nothing special about it, but as soon as he entered, Pei Feng felt as if he had returned to Gusu City and was looking at the ancient gardens — carved railings and jade walls, red bricks and green tiles, pavilions and terraces, small bridges and flowing water, rockery and strange stones. The layout was as beautiful as a painting.
There was also a Buddha hall and a big incense burner, but it was Pei Feng's first time seeing a temple with this kind of layout. Rather than saying it was a temple, it was more appropriate to say that it was an alternative clubhouse for the rich and powerful to cultivate in their leisure time.
There were Buddhist halls on both sides. Uncle Xu brought him into the inner hall that faced the main gate of the temple.
This inner hall was not a Buddhist hall at all. There were screens, ink paintings, antique calligraphy scrolls, stone carvings, and wood carvings everywhere. It was decorated in an antique style, as if he had entered the antique collection room of a wealthy family in ancient times.
In the main hall of the inner hall, there were two rows of mahogany armchairs, and most of them were already occupied.
The two rows of mahogany armchairs were also filled with people.
Upon seeing Uncle Xu and Pei Feng enter, one of them, a middle-aged man in his forties and wearing a light blue gown, stood up with a smile. "Mr Pei, you've finally arrived."
Pei Feng looked up. This Yun Moshan looked quite imposing. At first glance, one could tell that he was a member of the upper class. However, his face was gloomy, his eye bags were heavy, and his voice was weak. At first glance, one could tell that he was seriously weak.
With Pei Feng's eyesight, he could tell at a glance.
This Yun Moshan was not someone who practiced martial arts at all. Furthermore, he liked to indulge in wine and women, especially women. His injuries were not light, and the alcohol had seeped into his internal organs.
Compared to Old Man Zhou, this person's spirit was far inferior. Old Man Zhou was at least twenty years older than him, and he had been tormented by injuries for decades. However, when the two of them were compared … this forty-year-old Yun Moshan looked even more dispirited and dispirited.
Since he had agreed to help him, he naturally had to agree to the other party's request. In public, he still had to give face.
However, before Pei Feng could say anything, someone sitting on the armchair across from him burst into laughter. "Yun Moshan, is this the master you found to appraise transcendent artifacts? This person isn't even twenty yet, right? You called a kid who hasn't even fully grown his hair to appraise transcendent artifacts? Do you want me to lend you someone? Hahahaha! "
Yun Moshan's face darkened. "Yu Qian, this is Shanghai, not the capital. If you want to behave atrociously, go back to the capital. This is not the place for you to be arrogant —!"
The man sneered. "If your master, Zhou Jiejun, was here, I would definitely give him some face. You? Haha, you're not qualified to challenge me. Whether it's Shanghai or the capital, it's all the same! "
This person called Yu Qian was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. He had an arrogant and fierce look on his face. Behind him stood four burly men in black. All of them had sharp gazes and bulging muscles. At a glance, one could tell that they were pretty good bodyguards.
Sitting next to Yu Qian was an old man in his sixties. This old man was wearing an ancient-style sky-blue pipa with a mandarin jacket, white bloomers, and a pair of black cloth shoes. He had a head of silver hair and a lean face. He had the temperament of an immortal.
This old man raised his chin slightly, and the corners of his mouth drooped. His face was arrogant, and his eyes were slightly closed as if he was resting. When Pei Feng and Uncle Xu came in, he didn't even open his eyes. He was very arrogant.
"Yu Qian! Don't be so savage —! "
After being ridiculed in front of so many people, especially Pei Feng, Yun Moshan couldn't bear it no matter how good his self-restraint was. He immediately glared at Yu Qian and said sternly.
Yu Qian's face was full of contempt. He grinned and was about to retort. Suddenly, a deep and solemn voice rang out. "Enough!"
The one who spoke was an old man in a Chinese tunic suit sitting on the right side of the armchair.
"Boss Yu, don't talk too much. Master Yun, don't mind him too much. Boss Yu is like this. He's never forgiving. We've been friends for so many years. Don't bicker for no reason. We're here to talk business today. "
Speaking up to this point, the old man in the Chinese tunic suit frowned and glanced at Pei Feng. He said lightly, "And Mr. Pei, since you're here, sit down."
Yun Moshan's face was livid, but he didn't say anything. He slowly sat back down. Yu Qian also snorted and didn't argue anymore. This old man in Chinese tunic suit obviously had an unusual identity. Neither of them wanted to offend him.
Pei Feng glanced at the old man in Chinese tunic suit, Yu Qian, and the silver-haired old man in a Chinese tunic suit. He didn't say anything. He slowly walked to the armchair on the left side of Yun Moshan and sat down. Uncle Xu stood behind Yun Moshan. Obviously, there was no place for him here. He could only stand.
The faint smell of sandalwood lingered in the hall. Everyone began to chat one after another.
This kind of chat was obviously not something a young man like Pei Feng could participate in. Taking advantage of this, Uncle Xu whispered in his ear and explained to him.
It turned out that Yu Qian was a famous businessman from Zhe Province. He was one of the most influential businessmen in Zhe Province.
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