Huo Wendong was the type in the antiques circle with an extremely stubborn streak.
Meaning, if you told him, "This thing of yours is fake. You've been scammed."
He would spit in your face, tell you to fuck off, curse you for knowing nothing, tell you to go home and eat shit—eat more of it, and have another serving for Long Aotian while you were at it.
But if you told him, "Wow, Young Master Huo, this thing is gorgeous! You really got yourself something good. As expected of a Master Collector!"
Huo Wendong would personally bring you a chair, brew you the finest tea, serve the best pastries, chat with you for hours, and make sure you did not leave empty-handed. There would definitely be a generous gift.
Once that reputation spread, things became glorious.
The antiques circle never lacked people who knew how to cater to others' tastes, and Huo Wendong had money!
That made his money ridiculously easy to earn!
If you were in the antiques business and did not fleece Huo Wendong, you would be letting your ancestors down!
At first, Bang Daomang had tried to dissuade him. Later, even Bang Daomang had developed murderous intentions!
This fat sheep was letting the whole world butcher him, while I've got the advantage of being right here... If I don't take a slice, I'll be letting my ancestors down!
So Bang Daomang began singing his praises too, even monopolizing the channels through which people could flatter Huo Wendong.
During this period, Huo Wendong hardly went anywhere else. Chasing women had become boring anyway—what woman was more fun than an antique?
Women only slowed down the speed at which I spent money!
At Tian Ya Di, Huo Wendong had rented a private room and used it to make friends