?52: Chapter 52 Becoming Sworn Brothers 52: Chapter 52 Becoming Sworn Brothers “Li Minjie!”

    “Ye Feng!”

    As Li Minjie sat down, he extended his right hand to Ye Feng and introduced himself.

    Ye Feng responded with a faint smile and gave his own name.

    “Little Ye, this is my good-for-nothing youngest son.

    All he knows is how to cause trouble outside.

    Please take him under your wing and teach him.

    If he could be as sensible as you, I could rest easy.”

    Seeing that Ye Feng and Li Minjie seemed quite in sync, Old Li pondered intentionally having Minjie learn more from Ye Feng.

    “Mr.

    Li, I should be the one following Minjie and learning from him; he’s superior to me,” Ye Feng said with a modest smile.

    “This Da Hong Pao really is fragrant, but it seems to taste exceptionally good this time.

    You guys should try it quickly.” Someone had praised him, so Li Minjie was in a great mood, and after tasting a sip of the Da Hong Pao, he felt it was even better than before.

    “Wow!

    Little Ye, it looks like you really do have a knack for making tea.

    It does seem to taste better this time,” Old Xu said with some disbelief after taking a sip, feeling that it indeed tasted better than the last time and that after a sip, his spirit seemed much improved.

    “I don’t know why, but after just one sip of the tea, I feel extremely spirited, as if I have boundless energy.”

    “Is it really that exaggerated?

    Look at you,” said Old Li with a doubtful expression as he picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

    “It’s true, the tea made by Little Ye is indeed first-rate.” Old Li had the same feeling that this batch of Da Hong Pao was much tastier.

    “Really?

    It seems my bit of skill is actually quite passable,” Ye Feng pretended to be pleased, putting on an excited look as if he was thrilled by the compliments.

    He knew the real reason the tea tasted better wasn’t his brewing technique, but because the water came from the spring in the Chaotic Space.

    Of course, he couldn’t say that out loud; he could only use excitement to hide it.

    “Minjie, go take a look at that painting and see if you can tell who the artist is,” Old Li said in a commanding tone, his mood much improved by the cup of Da Hong Pao, as he pointed to a painting on the desk.

    “Oh!

    Alright.” Li Minjie responded and walked over to the desk, beginning to scrutinize the work of Tang Bohu closely.

    “Dad, this is a Tang Bohu painting, right?

    But I’ve never seen the content of this painting before.

    Could it be that someone used Tang Bohu’s name to create it?” Li Minjie examined it for a while, recognizing only the name Tang Bohu, but the content didn’t seem like Bohu’s work.

    “This painting is genuine, created by Tang Bohu at the peak of his craft.

    It’s extremely precious.” Old Xu chuckled, explaining to Minjie.

    “A masterpiece from the peak of his craft?

    Tang Bohu’s paintings are priceless, so wouldn’t his peak masterpieces be treasures beyond value?” Li Minjie was stunned to learn the painting was indeed by Tang Bohu and was a work from his peak; he couldn’t hide his look of disbelief.

    “Always thinking about money, money, money.

    It represents a person’s ultimate glory, talking about money is so crass,” scolded Old Li, glaring at Minjie without any niceties.

    “Heh heh!” Li Minjie gave an awkward smile, pulled Old Xu aside, and asked quietly, “Uncle Xu, where did this painting come from?”

    “Here!

    This painting belongs to him,” Old Xu pointed at Ye Feng.

    “Bro, sell me this painting, we can discuss the price,” said Li Minjie, somewhat surprised to hear the painting belonged to Ye Feng.

    His eyes quickly shifted as he walked up to Ye Feng, very politely looking to purchase the painting.

    Li Minjie did not want to buy the painting because he liked it, but rather because he saw the way his own dad looked at the painting, as if he was gazing at an unparalleled beauty.

    That’s why he thought about buying the painting to give to his dad.

    “Haha!” As soon as he heard Li Minjie wanted to buy the painting, Mr.

    Xu immediately laughed and started teasing, “Li kiddo, do you know how much this painting is worth?

    Even if you sold yourself, you couldn’t afford it.”

    “Uncle Xu, aren’t you exaggerating a bit?

    Is the painting really that valuable?” Li Minjie asked, not convinced and a little skeptical.

    “What do you think?

    A conservative estimate would be a few hundred million US dollars, and if it catches the fancy of the wealthy, the price will continue to soar,” Mr.

    Xu nodded and replied somewhat irritably.

    “A few... a few hundred million US dollars?” Li Minjie was shocked.

    When did a painting become so exaggerated?

    A painting selling for a few hundred million US dollars, what kind of concept was that?

    Could the world even function properly anymore?

    “Embarrassing!” Mr.

    Li gave Li Minjie a stern look and started to explain, “Once, Tang Bohu’s ‘Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu’ sold for nearly 600 million US dollars.

    So, how could Tang Bohu’s Peak masterpieces be any inferior?”

    “Damn, I really can’t afford it.” Li Minjie clicked his tongue secretly and looked a bit embarrassed.

    “No worries, I was planning to let Mr.

    Li appreciate this painting for a while anyway.

    You wanted to buy it just to give it to Mr.

    Li, right?” Ye Feng said with a smile, patting Li Minjie on the shoulder in a calm manner.

    Actually, what Ye Feng did was just trying to voice out Li Minjie’s intentions, to prevent Mr.

    Li from misunderstanding Li Minjie.

    “That’s pretty generous of you.

    You, my brother, I, Li Minjie, am set on being friends with,” Li Minjie said with great admiration.

    Ye Feng’s gesture, offering a painting worth hundreds of millions of dollars without batting an eye, truly impressed him.

    “Hmph!” Mr.

    Li snorted coldly and said without stinginess, “Being brothers with Little Ye, you’re not qualified.”

    In fact, in his heart, Mr.

    Li very much wanted Li Minjie to become good brothers with Ye Feng, but he was afraid Ye Feng might not agree, so he deliberately said that to provoke Ye Feng into agreeing.

    As the saying goes, one who is close to vermilion gets stained red, and one who is close to ink gets stained black.

    Following Ye Feng, Li Minjie might actually learn a thing or two.

    If he could be half as sensible as Ye Feng, Mr.

    Li would be much relieved.

    “Mr.

    Li, don’t say that.

    It’s my honor to become brothers with Minjie.” Even if Mr.

    Li didn’t provoke him, Ye Feng would have been very willing.

    Not to mention that he really liked Minjie, just his identity alone was enough to make Ye Feng excited, knowing that Li Minjie was a genuine, impressive military second generation.

    “Alright, that settles it.

    Today, Mr.

    Xu and I will witness the two of you swear a blood oath and become sworn brothers,” seeing Ye Feng agree, Mr.

    Li quickly clapped his hands, urging Mr.

    Xu to make Li Minjie and Ye Feng become brothers on the spot.

    “Old fox!

    I’m not up for this,” Mr.

    Xu said helplessly, giving Mr.

    Li an indignant look, clearly very upset inside.

    “I’ll give you a bottle of specially supplied Moutai,” Mr.

    Li’s eyes immediately widened like brass bells as he spoke softly.

    “That’s more like it.” Seeing an opportunity for a gain, Mr.

    Xu finally agreed, with the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

    Obviously, he just wanted to extort something good from Mr.

    Li.

    With Mr.

    Li and Mr.

    Xu as witnesses, Ye Feng and Li Minjie swore a blood oath right then and there, to become sworn brothers—not seeking to be born on the same year, same month, same day, but hoping to die on the same year, same month, same day.

    PS: A new week, asking for recommendation tickets, the Eggplant really needs this, please have mercy on the Eggplant!