?50: Chapter 50: Top Grade Da Hong Pao 50: Chapter 50: Top Grade Da Hong Pao Mr.

    Xu was not alone today in meeting Ye Feng; sitting beside him was an old man of similar age.

    Although both were of similar ages, the aura they exuded was vastly different.

    Mr.

    Xu gave off the vibe of a genteel and scholarly master, while the man next to him displayed a distinct presence, formidable and astute, resembling a high-ranking military officer.

    The two formed a stark contrast: one scholarly, the other martial.

    “Ye Feng, you’re here?

    Come and sit.” Seeing Ye Feng come in, Mr.

    Xu, who had been chatting, smiled and greeted Ye Feng.

    “Mr.

    Xu, no need to be polite, and who is this gentleman?” Ye Feng, neither overly humble nor arrogant, found an empty seat and sat down, smiling and gesturing towards the man next to Mr.

    Xu.

    “Oh!

    I forgot to introduce you.

    This gentleman’s last name is Li.

    If you find him agreeable, you may call him Grandpa Li; if not, you could directly call him ‘old coot’.” Mr.

    Xu obviously enjoyed joking with Mr.

    Li, as he did not forget to tease while introducing him to Ye Feng.

    “Hello, Grandpa Li!” Ye Feng was not one to speak disrespectfully; he valued the tradition of respecting the elderly.

    How could he call someone ‘old coot’?

    “Hmm!

    Not bad, good-looking and very polite.

    You’re bound to have a great future,” Mr.

    Li said, smiling and nodding while giving Ye Feng a high appraisal.

    “Stop the chatter; let’s appreciate Tang Bohu’s masterpiece.

    I haven’t seen it in days; I’ve missed it terribly.” Seeing that Ye Feng was about to continue rambling, Mr.

    Xu couldn’t bear it anymore and hastily interrupted Ye Feng, barely containing his excitement to behold Tang Bohu’s brilliance.

    “Alright, let’s look at the painting first, and we can chat later.” Seeing Mr.

    Xu’s eagerness, Ye Feng awkwardly scratched his head, slightly embarrassed to take out the painting.

    “This... this technique is truly divine, a pinnacle achievement.

    It surpasses the works Tang Yin revealed earlier!

    It’s a veritable masterpiece,” Mr.

    Li, evidently an art connoisseur, was completely astonished upon seeing the painting by Tang Yin before him, and with a look of disbelief, he started to praise.

    “Come on!

    If it weren’t something special, would I ask you to see it?

    You should really thank Ye Feng; he made a special trip today just for you,” Mr.

    Xu looked at Mr.

    Li disdainfully, with a slightly scornful expression, gloating as he spoke.

    “It sounds like you weren’t eager to see this painting.

    Alright, since Ye Feng made the trip for me, let us leave, Ye Feng, and go to my residence to talk more leisurely.

    I can also treat you to some fine wine and tea,” Mr.

    Li, clearly not one to be outdone, responded immediately to Mr.

    Xu, pulling Ye Feng and preparing to leave with the painting.

    “Don’t... don’t do that; have I not admitted my mistake?” Seeing how cunning Mr.

    Li was, Mr.

    Xu quickly surrendered, desperately holding on to Mr.

    Li and loudly admitting his fault.

    “That’s more like it.” Mr.

    Li, satisfied with Mr.

    Xu’s apology, nodded contently, put the painting back, and the two resumed their careful appreciation.

    “This painting is simply incredible.

    If it were auctioned, many tycoons would desperately vie for it, likely breaking the price record for Tang Yin’s works,” Mr.

    Li remarked loudly, gazing at the perfect painting.

    “Since you like the painting so much, Mr.

    Li, why not take it home to enjoy?

    Whenever you’re done admiring it, just let me know, and I’ll come to collect it.

    It’s just sitting idle with me anyway,” seeing Mr.

    Li’s attachment to the painting, Ye Feng said with a smile.

    In Ye Feng’s view, since Mr.

    Li was a good friend of Mr.

    Xu, there couldn’t be any issue with his character.

    As the saying goes, ‘Birds of a feather flock together.’ If Mr.

    Xu’s character was good, how bad could Mr.

    Li’s be?

    “This... how could I possibly accept this?” Although Mr.

    Li really wanted the painting, he shook his head and declined, as Ye Feng trusted him, but he feared he might not be able to protect it properly.

    At the same time, Mr.

    Li’s opinion of Ye Feng improved.

    In his view, it was commendable that Ye Feng was willing to entrust a painting to an elderly man he just met, and whose background he did not know; reliable young men like him were rare nowadays.

    “It’s alright, Mr.

    Li, just take it back and enjoy it!

    It’s just a painting after all, and losing it wouldn’t really matter,” Ye Feng laughed, genuinely not considering the painting as something precious; to him, it was just a rare, valuable piece of art, nothing more.

    “Phew!” Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Mr.

    Xu and Mr.

    Li were immediately stunned, their faces registering shock.

    What kind of young man was this?

    A painting worth hundreds of millions of US dollars meant nothing to him; what breadth of spirit did he possess to utter such words?

    No words like generosity, magnanimity, or liberality were sufficient to describe Ye Feng at this moment; indeed, perhaps no words in the world could adequately capture Ye Feng’s essence.

    In the eyes of the two elders, he had ascended to an extraordinarily high stature.

    “Ye Feng, do you know how much this painting is worth?” Mr.

    Li thought that Ye Feng had no idea of the painting’s price, and that’s why he said what he did, so he tentatively asked.

    “Isn’t it just a few hundred million US dollars?” Ye Feng replied nonchalantly.

    ‘Isn’t it just a few hundred million US dollars?’ Such a casual remark would not be surprising coming from the world’s wealthiest person, but it was completely different coming from an ordinary young man.

    “Good, good, ‘just a few hundred million US dollars’; I, Mr.

    Xu, certainly did not misjudge you, well done!” Mr.

    Xu was the first to recover from his shock and gave Ye Feng a very high appraisal.

    A young man who does not value wealth or fame is indeed worthy of Mr.

    Xu’s respect and praise.

    “Old I am, unable to deny it any longer, still, Ye Feng sees things more clearly than us old folks, right, it’s just worth a few hundred million US dollars; it’s no big deal.” Mr.

    Li also came around, admitting his age for the first time.

    Indeed, they had overcomplicated the significance of the painting; they had valued such treasures too highly.

    On reflection, whether they had these treasures or not, it really wasn’t a big deal.

    “Let’s go!

    I’m feeling generous today; come to my house, and I’ll serve you some Top Grade Da Hong Pao I’ve stored for many years.” Realizing this, Mr.

    Li was very pleased and gestured grandly for the two to visit his home.

    “Top Grade Da Hong Pao?

    You usually treasure it like gold; how come you’re willing to share it today?” Hearing Mr.

    Li’s words, Mr.

    Xu couldn’t stay still.

    Ye Feng was not aware of Top Grade Da Hong Pao, but Mr.

    Xu knew it well; this tea was a special supply for central leaders, produced at less than 5 kilograms a year, extremely precious, and no amount of money could buy it.