After the appraisal showdown, Jun Wangchen could not hold out against Huo Sanjian's attempts to pass the responsibility to him and agreed to represent the Zhou Family at next week's Antique Appraisal Competition. He also happily stayed for a free dinner. Being treated to the full service at the table, followed by a scraping treatment and cupping, felt incredible right down to his toes.
Eating while watching beautiful women dance would have anyone feeling delighted.
The only flaw was that every one of those lovely dancers wore safety shorts, much to Jun Wangchen's distress.
He had always thought safety shorts were meant to guard against sleazy creeps. Who would have guessed they would guard against an upright gentleman like him too?
Alas!
How tragic!
Safety shorts—one of humanity's most failed inventions!
After dinner, Jun Wangchen did not linger at the Zhou Family's residence for long. Following a short rest, he headed back toward Jinling University with a devilish swagger.
Jinling City's lights glimmered in the night, and walking its streets had a charm all its own.
Watching the people passing by, Jun Wangchen suddenly grew reflective. Over the past month, his life had changed as though he were dreaming. Things that could only have happened in dreams had actually, against all odds, happened to him.
He now possessed all sorts of extraordinary abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people. Any one of them would have been enough for him to build an empire and live with his head held high.
He had once dreamed of being someone others saw as both wealthy and influential. Now he had truly achieved that dream and become the person he most wanted to be.
In theory, with his enormous wealth, he could have lived freely without having to deal with all these troublesome affairs.