The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

350: Chapter 350 This is a miracle”Talk?”

”Settle things once and for all?”

Han Jingyang smiled silently.

Zhang wasn’t pretending anymore, nor was he holding back; he wanted to talk, he wanted to settle things.

It looked like he was truly desperate.

If Zhang Dahai had any other choice, he wouldn’t be this polite.

For someone like Zhang Dahai to swallow his pride to this extent, either the power dynamic was against him, or the situation was urgent.

For a big shot of the Quancheng underworld to speak in this tone, it was clear that the situation wasn’t just urgent; it was extremely, extremely urgent.

This gave Han Jingyang a sense of satisfaction, but he also secretly raised his guard.

Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall.

Let alone a ruthless character like Zhang Dahai.

Thinking this, Han Jingyang chuckled, ”Sure, let’s talk.”

Zhang Dahai quickly said, ”Three-thirty this afternoon, at Jiguang Zhai. I’ll bring one person to pay a visit.”

After a pause, he added, ”Han Jingyang, I am saying this very seriously and sincerely: I really want to be friends with you.”

Han Jingyang chuckled, ”See you this afternoon.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Hanging up, his expression gradually calmed down. He called his family members one by one, and finally called Liu Jing: ”Liu Jing, how are things over there?”

”Boss, everything is normal.”

”Did Doudou have a relapse?”

”No, she hasn’t even talked in her sleep. Everything is normal except for her low mood.”

”When can you finish up over there?”

”It will take two more days, Boss. Is something wrong at home? Should I go back first? I can let Lin Yuelan and her sister keep Doudou company.”

”No, all three of you come back.”

”Ah? Is the situation that dangerous?”

”I anticipate a large-scale battle.”

”Boss, I’m coming back immediately.”

”Mhm, be safe on the road.”

Han Jingyang hung up, and Shi Xiaoya asked in a low voice, ”Should we call Old Xu?”

He shook his head directly.

Xu Xin had decent combat power, but he was a friend; he couldn’t keep using him as free labor.

Furthermore, Xu Xin had a family to support and many businesses in Quancheng. Dealing with an expert without much influence like Tian Chunming was fine, but dealing with a local snake like Zhang Dahai was too dangerous.

It was better not to get Xu Xin involved in this matter.

Additionally, keeping Xu Xin in reserve counted as having a backup plan, so he wouldn’t be without reliable help at a critical moment.

Thinking this, he turned to look at Yang Jinyuan: ”Tell me everything you know. The more detailed, the better.”

Yang Jinyuan nodded hurriedly. She started from when her master, Wu Zhiyang, received the invitation from Zhang Dahai, and went all the way to when she was entrusted by Zhang Dahai to visit with generous gifts. She really covered every detail, not even missing minor things like how many sips of water she drank when she first met Zhang Dahai.

Yang Jinyuan talked for over two hours in one go, becoming parched and out of breath. Even her freshly bandaged wound showed signs of splitting, but she didn’t care. Instead, she looked at Han Jingyang with expectant eyes, like a child waiting for praise from a parent.

Han Jingyang nodded with satisfaction: ”You told it very carefully. Very good. As a reward, close your eyes.”

”Ah?”

”Let me show you a real miracle.”

As he spoke, Han Jingyang formed hand seals on the spot, his fingers dancing so fast they left afterimages.

A moment later, he softly shouted, ”Heal Disease and Injury.”

A stream of green Qi emerged, gradually coalescing into a middle-aged man wearing a white coat and glasses. The middle-aged man carried a medical kit and walked over to Yang Jinyuan to begin surgery, his expression exceptionally focused.

A few seconds later, the man in the white coat finished the surgery, bowed, and slowly vanished.

Yang Jinyuan slowly opened her eyes, looked at Han Jingyang, and gently placed her hand on her wound: ”Eh? It doesn’t hurt anymore?”

As she spoke, she carefully lifted the gauze wrapped around her head and tentatively touched it.

She touched it again.

She touched it one more time.

She was instantly shocked: ”It’s healed? The kind where not a single scar is left? Mr. Han, am, am I dreaming? What kind of magic is this? It’s too miraculous! No, this is a miracle! This is the miracle! A real miracle!”

Han Jingyang smiled: ”I have as many such opportunities as I want; you wouldn’t be able to see them all in a lifetime.”

Yang Jinyuan was trembling with excitement: ”I believe, I believe! Mr. Han, your very existence is a miracle! A miracle that makes everyone take notice!”

Han Jingyang laughed heartily upon hearing this.

This girl from Taiwan knows how to talk.

Although it was a bit exaggerated, and her accent was a bit quirky, it was indeed pleasant to hear.

It seemed keeping her by his side was a good choice.

Thinking this, he waved his hand: ”Alright, don’t get too excited yet. Zhang Dahai is arriving soon. Clean yourself up and join me in entertaining Zhang Dahai.”

”Ah? Me?”

”Yes, you are the person involved; you definitely cannot be absent.”

”This...”

Yang Jinyuan was a bit panicked, her face full of anxiety: ”I, I...”

Although she had defected to Han Jingyang, she had been employed by Zhang Dahai just a few hours ago and was very aware of Zhang Dahai’s influence.

Now, being asked to face Zhang Dahai, it was impossible for her not to be afraid.

Furthermore, she was a ”traitor” in Zhang Dahai’s eyes, having caused him a direct loss of one hundred million plus sixty-six exquisite antiques.

Han Jingyang patted Yang Jinyuan on the shoulder and comforted her: ”With me here, there’s no need to be afraid. You’ve defected to me, so you are my person. Without my permission, no one can hurt a single hair on your head—let alone Zhang Dahai, even Li Dahai or Wang Dahai wouldn’t be able to.”

Yang Jinyuan looked at Han Jingyang’s bright, warm eyes and suddenly felt extremely reassured, nodding involuntarily: ”Thank you, Mr. Han.”

”Call me Boss from now on.”

”Yes, Boss.”

”The bathroom is over there; go wash up.”

”Okay, Boss.”

Three-thirty.

At the entrance of Jiguang Zhai.

A black Maybach pulled up silently. Zhang Dahai, wearing a black Chinese-style shirt with embroidered dragon patterns and toggle buttons, got out under the protection of his bodyguards.

Zhang Dahai looked up at the Jiguang Zhai plaque, then turned to the Old Man beside him and said, ”It looks pretty average.”

The Old Man whispered, ”It’s said that the inside holds a special mystery, as if it’s a legendary blessed land or a small world, completely different from the outside.”

”Completely different?”

”Mhm, I’ve asked around; everyone says it’s very miraculous.”

”Then I’ll have to take a good look,” Zhang Dahai said, pushing the door open and walking straight in.

As soon as he entered, Zhang Dahai froze.

Because he saw the four sisters of Zou Rushuang standing on both sides.

What kind of person was Zhang Dahai?

He was the big shot of the Quancheng underworld, having handled countless beauties of all sizes, including some household-name superstars. If he wanted to, there was almost no one he couldn’t invite.

Not to mention those who threw themselves at him.

In short, Zhang Dahai had seen too many beauties. Over the years, there had been no woman who could move his heart; in his eyes, no matter how beautiful a woman was, she was nothing special.

But just a moment ago, he had been stunned by the four beauties in ancient costumes at the door.

After staring blankly for a moment, Zhang Dahai’s gaze gradually became heated, and he immediately developed the intention to make them his own.

It wasn’t until the bald Old Man quietly reminded him that Zhang Dahai managed to tear his gaze away with difficulty. He looked toward the living room, paused for a moment, then walked toward Han Jingyang, who was sitting on the sofa, laughing heartily: ”Brother Han, I’ve heard so much about you. You are indeed as distinguished and imposing as the rumors say.”

Han Jingyang didn’t get up. He just leaned back on the sofa, his expression lazy and his movements nonchalant. He casually swallowed a grape that Yang Jinyuan brought to his lips, then slowly lifted his eyelids: ”Time is precious, Zhang Dahai. Just say what you have to say; don’t play those superficial games.”