After venting with a hint of self-praise, Su Yu was promptly stopped by Xu Fei.
“Hold it! You can order takeaway for food, but first, explain this to me.”
Xu Fei pointed to the warehouse behind, crammed full of all sorts of antique ceramics.
“This… this is the fruit of my morning’s hard work! Impressive, right? Don’t worry, we’ll split the profits fifty-fifty. I’m not that stingy!”
Seeing Su Yu’s naive enthusiasm, Xu Fei had to douse her with a bucket of cold water.
“Profits? With this pile of junk you’ve taken in, you’ll be lucky not to go bankrupt and shut down!”
His words left Su Yu stunned. Noticing the seriousness in Xu Fei’s eyes, she tentatively asked, “Are you saying… these things aren’t worth anything?”
Xu Fei, expressionless, stepped into the warehouse and rummaged through the items, pulling out a celadon bowl.
“Not entirely. This one’s probably the most valuable—made about twenty years ago. Look, it’s even stamped on the bottom!”
Following Xu Fei’s finger, Su Yu saw five bold characters on the base of the blue-and-white bowl: “South China Porcelain Factory!”
“What about… this one? This vase says Kangxi on the bottom, and this inkstone, it’s from the Qianlong era!”
Clearly picking up on the mockery in Xu Fei’s tone, Su Yu, unwilling to admit defeat, grabbed two nearby objects to salvage some pride.
“Kangxi and Qianlong in simplified Chinese characters? Those only appeared in the last few decades. Are you playing dumb or just thick?”
Hearing this, Su Yu recalled that her father’s collection, regardless of the inscriptions, always used various seal scripts. As a child, she couldn’t even read them.
Now completely speechless, Su Yu buried her head in her chest, pouting in embarrassment.
“Did you take in all this stuff yourself?” Xu Fei asked next.
“Not entirely. A lot of it was collected by them.”
Su Yu pointed to four sharply dressed blokes at the entrance.
“Who are they?”
“I was swamped this morning, so I called in my bodyguards…”
Xu Fei nearly choked at her words.
“Bodyguards doing treasure appraisal? Su Yu, you’re absolutely brilliant!”
Glaring at the bodyguards at the entrance, still taking in goods like they were buying cabbages at a market, Xu Fei turned to Su Yu irritably.
“If you don’t want to lose the shirt off your back, tell them to shut the shop now!”
His words hit Su Yu like a wake-up call. She hurriedly instructed the four burly bodyguards to disperse the crowd and hung a “Temporarily Closed” sign on the door.
“An antique shop isn’t like other businesses. Most of the time, it’s six months without a sale, then one sale sustains you for six months. Did you think this was some influencer livestream? You’ve gone and filled a whole warehouse!”
Seeing Xu Fei lecture both her and the bodyguards so thoroughly, Su Yu wanted to retort that she was the boss, but she lacked the confidence to say it.
“These items—you took them in at their asking price?”
Having vented his frustration, Xu Fei was now focused on damage control.
“Um… sort of.”
“Sort of? If you really paid their asking price, just these two pieces would be enough for your father, Su Hong, to tan your hide!”
