CHAPTER 1207: CHAPTER 1207: INKSTONE

"I’m willing, very willing!" Mo Yuqi quickly nodded, recalling how her grandfather used to also play the role of a nouveau riche when visiting Panjiayuan with her grandmother.

"Come." Qin Yu held up his head high, propped his arm out, exhibiting a typical nouveau riche demeanor.

Mo Yuqi paused slightly, then cleverly looped her arm through Qin Yu’s. If this scene were witnessed by the Young Masters of the Four Great Sects, they would certainly drop their jaws in shock!

Is this still the haughty Mr. Mo? Is this still the supremely arrogant number one beauty of Capital City? This clearly looks like a docile secretary!

"Qiqi, say whatever you want! The boss lacks nothing but money!"

Qin Yu patted his backpack forcefully, lifting his neck high and tilting his nostrils skyward, maintaining an attitude that he cared about no one else.

Mo Yuqi was overjoyed. She didn’t know why Qin Yu had suddenly changed from ice to fire, but she knew this was the date she wanted!

If today’s date with Qin Yu was a success, she would risk her grandmother’s scolding and steal the Dragon Horn!

Yes, steal!

The Dragon Horn was a token of affection the Dragon King gave to Wen Bichen. In Wen Bichen’s eyes, the Dragon Horn was the most important item—definitely not something to hand over to anyone else.

"Boss, really? I can choose anything?"

"Of course it’s true; grandpa has loads of money!" Qin Yu exaggeratedly patted his backpack, which held one million US dollars for the auction.

Qin Yu’s declaration made many nearby stallholders’ eyes light up, and a young stallholder close to Qin Yu and Mo Yuqi quickly greeted them!

"Boss! Over here! I have some good items over here!"

Qin Yu and Mo Yuqi exchanged a smile; their acting wasn’t too bad, as someone had already taken the bait.

Approaching the stall, Qin Yu glanced over the items, only noticing a Buddha statue emitting a faint spiritual energy.

"Hey, you say you have good stuff? Bring out your best right away. My boss lacks nothing but money!" Mo Yuqi posed as a typical gold digger.

The young stallholder eyed Qin Yu with a sour expression. My gosh, how could such a crass nouveau riche get such a high-quality secretary!

This kind of nouveau riche must be properly fleeced!

"Sir, I can tell at a glance that you’re a boss with high taste! A boss like you definitely has great taste and often engages in calligraphy.

If you had a quality ink slab, showing it off while demonstrating calligraphy to friends would definitely add to your impression!

Look at this ink slab; it was formerly used by Wang Xizhi, just taken out from Zhao Mausoleum a few days ago!"

Qin Yu’s lips twitched non-stop! Emma, buddy, could you be a bit more professional? Wang Xizhi was a calligrapher from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, while Zhao Mausoleum is from the Tang Dynasty. Get your eras right!

Though inwardly criticizing continuously, Qin Yu still pretended to be wealthy and undiscerning and said, "Your judgment is indeed good, I indeed often practice technique with friends. This ink slab was really used by Wang Xizhi?

I like it, name your price."

The stallholder’s spirits lifted, spotting a rich fool—today would definitely be a profitable day!

"Boss, let me put it this way! I too highly adore calligraphy and greatly admire the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi!"