Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 35 - 35 34 Country Bumpkin Song Yun

35: Chapter 34: Country Bumpkin Song Yun 35: Chapter 34: Country Bumpkin Song Yun Brother Xing and Brother Song were causing a ruckus just now, and only then did Li Shishi get a good look at Brother Xing’s true face—a towering man, standing six feet, just as lean as Song Yun.

A scar from the corner of his eye stretched halfway across his face, but it didn’t detract from his charm; rather, it added a wild allure, making him, as Song Yun once said to others, truly beautiful, with a face that could even make women feel ashamed, smooth skin, and somewhat long hair that could be dressed in women’s clothes and go out to attract clients.

“Today, I’ve fought two battles in your place, what do you say we do about that?” Song Yun shamelessly smoked Brother Xing’s cigarette, sat on his stool, and questioned him.

“You have the nerve to bring that up?

You smashed up my shop!

You owe me money,” Brother Xing felt a wave of helplessness, thinking about what a bastard, a jerk, a scoundrel he was dealing with.

“No money, you know all my money is controlled by the old man, even my latest card got frozen by him,” Song Yun spread his hands in a ruffian manner, making everyone see that he was indeed a rogue!

“Never mind, you’re just a miser.

Trying to pluck hair from you is harder than reaching the heavens,” Brother Xing sighed helplessly, speaking of bad company.

“I’m hungry, go get me something to eat.

What’s that special dish your restaurant has?

What’s it called?” Song Yun racked his brain but couldn’t recall what that hotpot was called.

“Bro, are you talking about the big kidney dish?” Brother Five no longer dared to show off in front of Song Yun, hurrying forward to call him.

“Yes, that’s it, the big kidney hotpot.

Little Xingxing, go make it for me,” he ordered Brother Xing arrogantly, causing those around them to deeply feel that Brother Xing was truly unlucky in his acquaintances.

“Brother Xing, let me go instead.

You chat with him,” Brother Five acted obediently in front of the two, which was a stark contrast to his earlier behavior.

Brother Xing nodded, waved his hands to have his underlings clean up the mess on the floor, and led Song Yun and his group to a private room.

“Ah, this private room isn’t bad at all.

I heard you don’t let ordinary folks in here, but you’ve opened it up for me today—a nice gesture.

And look, there’s even a painting, oh, goldfish too,” Song Yun looked around like a country bumpkin entering the city.

“Cough cough, what made you think of coming here today?” Brother Xing laid back lazily in his chair, smoking from a crushed pack of Hongtashan.

Smacking his head, Song Yun explained, “Right, today Li Tang and Zhao Yan came over.

The old man sent them both to help me in Sunan.” As soon as his words fell, the noise outside began again—Song Yun knew by the sound that the two scoundrels had arrived.

Not long after, Brother Five scurried in saying, “Two folks outside are making a fuss, looking for Brother Song.”

“Let them in, they’re our own people.” Song Yun waved his hand, and Brother Five scurried out again.

With a loud “bang!”, the door was kicked open, and a tall, robust man holding an Eight Diagram entered, followed by a delicate scholar.

“You two rascals are here?” Clearly, the robust man was Divine Calculator Li Tang, and the delicate scholar was economic expert Zhao Yan.

Upon seeing Song Yun, Li Tang pounced but had no such hobbies as hinted; a kick aimed at his stomach missed as Li Tang flipped backward, dodging the kick, and stood grinning foolishly.

“Big brother, long time no see,” Li Tang was more normal this time and gave Song Yun a bear hug.

“Hehe big brother, this must be your wife, right?

She’s truly graceful and exquisite, a beauty that surpasses all, as heavenly as a fairy, as mesmerizing as Luoshen…” before Zhao Yan could finish, Song Yun slapped him.

“Where’s Black Flood Dragon?

How come I haven’t seen him?” Song Yun ignored Zhao Yan’s grievously resentful look and asked Li Tang.

“Black Flood Dragon said he had something tonight and needed to deal with it.

He mentioned that we’d have lots of time together later and can catch up then,” Li Tang grinned foolishly.

After getting them settled, Song Yun continued examining everything in the room, occasionally drooling.

Li Shishi’s face had already turned crimson red, internally despising Song Yun’s bumpkin-like behavior.

However, the others seemed to have gotten used to it, letting him fiddle around.

“Song Yun definitely just…

hasn’t seen so many good things before, that’s why he’s looking over them,” Li Shishi defended Song Yun.

If looks could kill, Song Yun would have been slain countless times by now, subjected to all manners of torturous deaths through her gaze, but the others merely looked unbothered.

“Girl, I’ve been used to this beast’s antics for ages; he always comes to swipe something.

You think he’s just playing?

Big mistake, he’s checking out which item is valuable, thinking about how to swipe it,” Brother Xing said, glancing at Song Yun.

“How dare you, who are you calling ‘girl’?

Call me Aunt,” Song Yun dismissed disdainfully.

“Consider this painting a gift for meeting your Aunt, you don’t need to thank me for giving you this painting—it’s the least I could do.”

That said, he withdrew a painting from the wall, rolled it up, and stuffed it into Li Shishi’s arms.

Li Shishi was stunned; how shameless Song Yun was!

But still, she unrolled the painting, simple in style yet not lacking a serious classical flair, and at the bottom was signed with two prominent characters “Tang Yin” with a seal.

Although Li Shishi was not an expert in antiques, the name Tang Yin already alarmed her—god knows how much his paintings have sky-rocketed in the last two years.

“This painting is too precious.

I…

I can’t accept it,” she looked at the painting, not knowing its exact worth, but sure it wasn’t cheap.

“Oh man, kid, you really dug out the most valuable painting in the house.

Well, since it’s given to you, your wife…

just keep it, and if anything I’ll have this scoundrel reimburse me later.”

“My god, isn’t this Tang Yin’s ‘Evening Breeze Fish Boat’ picture?

I saw it at an auction last time, didn’t manage to buy it, and never thought it’d be in your possession!” Li Tang covered his mouth, admiring the painting.

Having studied divination and classical subjects since childhood, Li Tang naturally appreciated famous and traditional scripts and paintings, and seeing this painting unsettled him today.

“Hehe, Little Xingxing, how about taking me to see your treasure trove next time?

I can appraise antiques for free, you know,” Song Yun shamelessly proposed.

“Just bugger off, the farther you are from me, the safer my treasures will be!”