The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Three religions and nine streams, within each layer there are people with great abilities, and to outsiders Chen Pingrui may just seem like a broke noble son who fiddles with jade and crickets, but to those who really know the business, he is extraordinary.

"I don’t know this person." Liu Zhongshi, who had almost recovered from his illness, began smoking his big pipe and shook his head while exhaling smoke.

"I know, that Eunuch, I once handled a newly unearthed Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain for him. It hadn’t even gotten warm yet when someone snatched it away." Pig Hu, this bastard loves eating sweet potatoes, was enjoying the sweet potato Zhang Houtu had roasted for him immensely.

"Why didn’t you recognize him then?"

"Big guy, do you really think all of us in this business just buy and sell directly? He’s a big boss, we’re just grunts on the ground, there are middlemen between us. Ouch, hot."

Watching Pig Hu burn his hand, Zhang Houtu cursed him as deserving it.

"How is he an eunuch?"

"I heard about it, spit," Pig Hu spat out a piece of sweet potato skin, "Chen Pingrui is called Eunuch Rui because he is cunning like a fox, and his ability to hide a knife behind a smile is masterful, just like that Eunuch from the Ming Dynasty, Li Linfu, who was sweet-talking but treacherous..."

"He’s from the Tang Dynasty." Zhang Houtu interjected, which annoyed Pig Hu, but this big dummy didn’t have much temper besides his strength.

"Is that everything?" Ye Tian raised an eyebrow. He didn’t believe that someone who made a name for themselves in such a large place as Beiping City could just rely on being crafty. In the Imperial Capital, the place teeming with both heroes and villains converging, few who survive relied solely on simple verbal skills. Surviving was almost as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

"Of course not just that, powerful commanders have strong soldiers, this guy has many capable people under him, and it’s said that he controls quite a few state-controlled properties, and also has stakes in two listed companies. His public role might just be a minor manager or shareholder over those properties, but in reality, he holds all the strings, all he does is control those puppets. But, speaking of it, what he’s better known for is indulging in antics—antiques, dog fights, gardening, furniture... it’s endless. The Yuan blue-and-white piece that passed through my hands was worth at least a billion."

Pig Hu rambled on and on, while Ye Tian and the others listened carefully, there weren’t many useful pieces of information, to sum it up—it was just that Chen Pingrui was mighty impressive, and Pig Hu was blowing his own trumpet.

That night, after Zhang Houtu finished his shift, the four of them went to sleep. Ye Tian tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The moonlight outside seemed to purposefully spill over him, further depriving him of sleep. Pig Hu knocked on the plank above.

"Hey, Ye."

"Hmm?"

"Do you have Gu Yue’s number?"

"Why do you want her number?"

Pig Hu fell silent for a while, then Ye Tian felt the bed shake a bit, probably because he was turning over.

"I wonder if that little rascal gets bullied."

Zhang Houtu suddenly interjected in a muffled voice, "Turns out you miss that kid, didn’t see that coming, you’re quite loyal."

"Big dummy, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"You’re not asleep either."

"I’m discussing important matters here, what do you know. Go to sleep, be careful or I’ll take a photo of your peaches tomorrow with a camera."

"You dare!"

The two exchanged remarks, attacking each other, but it didn’t last long, a heavy mood spread through the room, and a variety of emotions, long suppressed, suddenly surged up, but they couldn’t express them, making the atmosphere in the room almost explode.

"When can we finally go home for a visit."

Hearing Ye Tian’s words, Pig Hu curled his lips, "Still pining over your fiancee who hasn’t crossed your threshold yet. I think this time, your reputation as a Chen Shimei is really cemented."

Tang Su, that stubborn and pitiable woman. Ye Tian’s heart skipped a beat.

The sun was bright, the world was peaceful.

Security continued their patrols, the sun rose as usual.

So many books, so much flora, pear wood desks and chairs, tortoiseshell pen holders with wolf hair, a Jade Kylin pen stand, fine inkstones, Imperial Xuan Paper from Zhejiang Shaoxing, all first-rate items, and their owner was sitting on a pear wood chair, savoring the freshly picked and air-shipped Junshan Silver Needle tea.

"What’s the background of these people? Have you checked clearly?" he asked, taking a sip, the fragrance refreshing his heart and spleen.

Standing next to Chen Pingrui was a clean-cut man with ice-cold eyes devoid of any emotion, it seemed even the sun of the hottest days could be frozen by him. This type of person was only suited for slaughter on the battlefield, not for living peacefully in worldly society, always striking lethally, leaving no room for mercy.

But at this moment, this man stood respectfully by Chen Pingrui’s side, with a bowing and compliant demeanor, showing no pretense or affectation.

"That clean-cut young man, he ran away from Huaizhou, it is said that he injured a wealthy young master, previously worked as a security guard in a bar. That middle-parted old man, he’s an old worldly society figure, also a known name there. The old master should know him."

"Who?"

"Plain Tomb King Hu Xiaoye."

Chen Pingrui paused with his Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup at his lips, "The one who previously dealt with Yuan blue and white porcelain?"

"That’s him."

"Heh, this is getting interesting," Chen Pingrui put down his teacup, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "Go on."

"There’s also an old man who is ill, but though his body is weak, his eyes are deep and unfathomable. He’s a martial artist. Hu Xiaoye makes medicine for him every day, and it doesn’t seem fake. There’s also a tall man, very skilled, but mild-mannered and not prone to causing trouble."

"Can’t their origins be traced?"

"No serious issues. That tall man used to be a soldier."

A soldier? Chen Pingrui blinked, then picked up his teacup again and took a sip.

"Xiayang, how are things going with Liu Laogou?"

"Still in negotiations."

"What does he want?"

"To only gain benefits without losses."

Tea can only comfort the sense of smell, it can’t fill the emptiness in the heart.

"Not yielding an inch."

Zhang Xiayang was startled, then nodded.

His neat suit draped smoothly over him, until the sound of his leather shoes against the floor faded at last, Chen Pingrui finally shifted his gaze away from the direction of the door.

Men of action but no words are good tools, but only tools; they can never be confidants. Zhang Xiayang had been with him since he was sixteen, for thirteen years now. A man in his fifties and a formidable young man at thirty scoured through most of China, finally settling temporarily in this Imperial Capital. They’ve been battered by storms, had guns pointed at them, but ultimately weathered through; yet, Zhang Xiayang remains that reticent Zhang Xiayang.

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