Just as Ye Yuan was about to leave, he was spotted by a stall owner beside him.
"Ah! Isn't this the young master of Guiying Zhai? What brings you personally to a roadside stall like ours?"
Hearing the stall owner's words, Ye Yuan nearly stumbled.
What did he mean, personally? Could he have sent someone else in his place?
Wasn't he just taking a stroll? Did these people have to make such a fuss?
Besides, judging by the stall owner's age, he was probably only a few years younger than his own father.
Yet he was even using honorifics when speaking to him, which made Ye Yuan rather uncomfortable.
What Ye Yuan did not know was that, although he rarely came to Mingwu Street,
under the promotion of Father Ye and his cheap old martial uncle, Elder Qu,
Ye Yuan had become quite well-known on Mingwu Street.
What Father Ye promoted, naturally, was Ye Yuan's carving craftsmanship.
In Father Ye's eyes, it was only natural for a father to boast about his son.
And Elder Qu, as a renowned master of imitation Ming and Qing style furniture on Blue Island, was extremely enthusiastic about his martial nephew.
Thus, on many occasions, he helped advertise Ye Yuan.
As a result, Father Ye's shop would occasionally receive orders for custom furniture.
Father Ye had been delighted at first, but after telling Ye Yuan about it,
he was mercilessly rejected by his son, and only then did he abandon the idea of opening up another source of income.
Yet the more Ye Yuan acted this way, the greater his reputation grew within Blue Island's antique furniture trade.
Now, everyone took pride in owning a piece of furniture made by Ye Yuan.
To satisfy his own vanity and help make his son famous,
Father