Chapter: 5602

Afternoon, around one o'clock.

The antique street was not very busy under the scorching sun.

Long Shenggong continued to pace back and forth on the street, scanning each stall with his eyes.

A vendor man had had enough and asked: "Hey, old sir, you've been pacing around here for over an hour now. Can't you find a place to sit for a bit? If not, I'll give you some money and you can go to the east gate to buy an ice pop and enjoy it?"

Long Shenggong glared at him coldly: "I do what I want to do, and it's none of your business! Stop wasting my time or else I'll kick you out!"

"Damn!" The vendor was furious, his liver aching, and scolded: "You old fool, don't you know how to be good or bad?"

Long Shenggong's face turned red with anger as he clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his head: he could use the lightning-wood from his pouch that could summon a bolt of thunder to kill this kid on the spot and then go home with peace of mind.

But he couldn't just do that; before involving his family, he dare not take any rash actions.

So he could only think about it and continue pacing down the street without doing anything.

At this moment, he didn't know that Dingyuan's uncle was sitting on a window seat on the second floor of the tea house along the antique street, looking at him with a distant gaze.

Just then, Zhang Erma yawned and dragged his goods out of the stalls, walking into the antique street from the entrance.

Long Shenggong immediately spotted him and was overjoyed, rushing up to him and asking bluntly: "Zhang Erma, what are you doing? I've been waiting for you since morning and didn't see your shadow until now!"

Zhang Erma yawned again, slapped his mouth with his palm, and hummed a lazy tune.

After yawning, Zhang Erma stretched lazily and then spoke slowly: "Old sir, I'm just selling goods, not going to work. When I come, I'll come whenever I want. Who can control me?"

Long Shenggong saw Zhang Erma's insolent face and hated to hit him so hard that he wanted to send him flying all the way to the other end of the antique street.

However, just thinking about this fellow being his own good fortune, he immediately suppressed the thought and laughed jokingly: "Zhang Erma, I can smell the scent of wine on you. Didn't you drink a lot last night?"

Zhang Erma chuckled: "That's true. Thanks to your luck, we made a killing yesterday. We went out to celebrate all night, and it was like being gods."

Long Shenggong looked at Zhang Erma with a smug expression, thinking to himself: "As expected, this antique peddler doesn't have much of an idea about the world. He thinks he's living high life just because he has some money, but I know that's not possible for someone like him."

Although he thought this way, Long Shenggong still quickly raised his thumb to praise Zhang Erma: "You really are enviable, living so carefree!"

Zhang Erma laughed: "Hey, old sir! Look at what you're saying. You have more money than me! This kind of life I can live too, but you can live even better if you want. So how about it? Should we make arrangements for tonight? You can tell me which country's style you like - Japanese, Korean, or European?"

Long Shenggong waved his hand immediately: "No need to waste time on this nonsense. Let's talk about something more serious and avoid disrupting my thoughts."

Zhang Erma was taken aback and asked: "What is 'thoughts' referring to? Is it that Buddhist concept of mind?"

Long Shenggong hesitated for a moment: "It's the concept of one's views?"

Zhang Erma spoke carelessly: "Japanese, I think. They have many famous female masters." JrNovels.com