Chapter 33: Panjiayuan

After hanging up the phone, Huang Feiyang suddenly remembered something. It seemed that the international price of gold was about to skyrocket during this period. Could he perhaps buy some futures or something similar?

After a moment of thought, he dialed Jess’s number again.

"Boss!"

"We have already purchased ten million dollars in gold futures!" Jess said with a smile.

"That’s good!"

After ending the call, Huang Feiyang felt remarkably pleased. It seemed his luck was quite good. Since his rebirth, he had managed to encounter two such talented individuals as George and Jess. The former was capable of handling everything on his own, helping him manage his entire commercial empire, while the latter appeared to have an incredibly sharp intuition for finance. Aside from the Waterloo he encountered during the internet tech bubble, Jess seemed flawless.

Now, Huang Feiyang was more concerned with the cashing out of his US stock holdings. Once trading resumed, his team over there would begin liquidating their positions. Once all three teams completed their cashing out, the cash in his hands would be enough to accomplish many things. Perhaps invest in more companies? Or perhaps acquire, hold a controlling stake in, or provide financing for some future unicorns? Or maybe invest in more futures?

At this thought, a smile of anticipation tugged at the corner of Huang Feiyang’s mouth.

For several days, Huang Feiyang had basically stayed inside his villa, locked in a mode of frantic self-study. Of course, from time to time, he would also check in on his various businesses: Huang’s International Investment, FY Technology, Future Network, and the progress of the three teams in liquidating their short positions. All in all, it had been a very busy week for him.

In the blink of an eye, the date arrived at September 15th—a Saturday.

Early in the morning, Huang Feiyang was woken up by Yang Yiyi.

"Brother Feiyang, it’s time to go!" Yang Yiyi said, pouting her lips and looking at him with a pitiful expression.

"Go?" Huang Feiyang looked at her, completely bewildered.

"You haven't forgotten, have you? You promised me that we would go for a stroll at Panjiayuan this Saturday!" Yang Yiyi said indignantly, her eyes widening.

"Ahem!"

"Of course I didn't forget!" Huang Feiyang replied with a straight face.

Not far away, a playful smile appeared on Chen Xiruo’s icy, beautiful face. She cast a meaningful glance at Huang Feiyang. Based on her understanding of him, this guy had most likely forgotten all about it.

"You two go ahead!" Chen Xiruo said softly. "I won't be joining you. The company needs to start recruiting."

"Then thank you for your hard work, Sister Xiruo!" Yang Yiyi said, grabbing Chen Xiruo’s arm and smiling sweetly.

Chen Xiruo rolled her eyes at Yang Yiyi but said nothing. A helpless smile appeared on her face. After spending this time together, she had long since figured out Yang Yiyi’s personality. To put it bluntly, she was just a gentle, adorable little girl full of childishness. Despite being partners in the company, she had hardly ever asked about its affairs. Even though she claimed she wanted to prove her capabilities, she had never once intended to actually visit the office. Sometimes, Chen Xiruo truly wondered if Yang Yiyi’s decision to start a business with her had just been a whim—a decision made purely on a sudden impulse.

After breakfast, Chen Xiruo left for the company with several female bodyguards, while Huang Feiyang and Yang Yiyi headed to Panjiayuan.

By the time they arrived at Panjiayuan, it was already past ten in the morning. Seeing the sea of people everywhere, Huang Feiyang couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion. He realized that the antique craze had already quietly begun.

Once they arrived, Yang Yiyi was a bit stunned. Looking at the street stalls, the makeshift tents, and the shops, she didn't know where to start.

"Brother Feiyang, where are we going to buy antiques or calligraphy and paintings?" Yang Yiyi asked in a low voice, instinctively clutching Huang Feiyang’s hand.

"No rush! Let’s look around first," Huang Feiyang said with a smile.

The two began to stroll around, while their bodyguards dispersed, following them at a respectful distance. As they walked, Huang Feiyang couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment. Most of the items on the stalls were modern handicrafts, imitations, or decorative ornaments. Occasionally, he would see a genuine antique, but nothing of much value. What made him want to laugh was the items that had been intentionally aged. Did the stall owners not do their homework? Anyone with even a little bit of knowledge could spot the issues at a glance; either the era didn't match, or the craftsmanship was wrong.

It seemed that a widely held belief wasn't entirely baseless: the best old artifacts in the capital had long been snatched up by people with sharp eyes back in the eighties and nineties. To find something good now, one needed extraordinary luck.

It was more reliable to go to some antique shops. Of course, antique shops also required a sharp eye; without enough expertise, buying a fake and suffering in silence was a common occurrence. If one were confident enough, one could head to the "Ghost Market," where one might actually stumble upon a real treasure.

"Let’s go! Let’s check out those shops," Huang Feiyang said, pulling Yang Yiyi along.

"Okay!" She nodded obediently and followed him toward a storefront.

In reality, the moment they entered Panjiayuan, they had been spotted by some interested parties. In their eyes, the two were like little fat sheep. Anyone with eyes could see they were no ordinary people; both their temperament and their attire signaled that they came from wealthy or influential backgrounds. However, upon noticing the dozen or so bodyguards trailing them, those with ill intentions wisely made a sensible choice. It was better not to provoke these two. Who knew how terrifying the background of these teenagers was?

It was better to leave them alone. That was the common thought shared by everyone.

Before long, they arrived at a shop. Seeing them approach, a slightly plump middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit immediately came out to greet them, his face covered in smiles.

"How can I help you two today?" the man asked with a chuckle. He was secretly puzzled. *How absurd! Do even young kids like antiques and calligraphy now? Still, these two don't look like ordinary children. This is interesting.*

"We’re just looking around," Huang Feiyang replied with a smile.

He and Yang Yiyi then stepped into the shop. The plump man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and followed them inside.