Face

The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked back. When Lin Guangxin saw Zhou Changyi again, he couldn't hold back his anger and shot him a fierce glare.

Zhou Changyi knew Lin Guangxin disliked him, so he simply ignored the man's behavior.

But when Boss Cheng saw this, he couldn't help frowning. Who did they think he was? Although his influence in Wucheng couldn't be called top-tier, he was still a respected figure. In both the legitimate and underground circles of Wucheng, his word carried weight.

Zhou Changyi was, after all, working for him. Even if Lin Guangxin was on bad terms with him, shouldn't he at least show some consideration out of respect for Boss Cheng? Even if he didn't treat him courteously, there was no need to act like this, was there? Wasn't this a slap in his face?

The more Boss Cheng thought about it, the angrier he became. If he hadn't been buying something as a gift, he might have turned hostile on the spot. But then he thought about it again. Lin Family Village was already considered a remote area of Wucheng. Perhaps they had never even heard of him. Ignorance really does breed fearlessness.

"What a bunch of bumpkins!" Boss Cheng cursed inwardly.

"Guangxin, did you bring the inkstone?" Lin Dacheng asked.

"I did!"

Lin Guangxin nodded, then carefully placed the inkstone on the table.

"Oh?" Uncle Wu couldn't help letting out a soft exclamation when he saw it. His first impression of the inkstone was excellent. It was probably an antique.

Uncle Wu wasn't the only one who noticed. Boss Cheng also knew a little about antiques, so he could tell that the inkstone was probably a good one. Not only was it a Green Duan inkstone carved in a natural