Chapter 410 - Gold Fist (1/2)

Hours quickly passes by and before anyone remembered to check outside, the sky had already turned red.

As the sun began to set, the people inside Uncle Zhi's shop were no longer cleaning up.

Unlike the messy place it had become overnight, the entire place was empty of things. Everything was moved out to the back of the store in a big pile.

Both teams finally found time to rest. Some sat on the ground without any care of dirtying their clothes, while the others sat on the chairs they had built using the broken pieces of woods that were once shelves.

Entering the back door, Yue Ling had just finished making a phone call. When she saw the sight in front of her, she couldn't help but smile.

Everyone had met on the day of the fashion show, but neither team were familiar with one another.

However, after spending a long day of working together, the once awkward air around has disappeared.

Looking away from the many people, she walks over to Lu Tian and Uncle Zhi who were standing near the door to the secret room.

”I informed Uncle Luo. He said he'll have his team come move the things tomorrow morning.”

Hearing her voice, Lu Tian nod his head in understanding as Uncle Zhi smiles thankfully to her.

Unlike the two men who understood her reason, a member of Wolf Team sitting on the ground furrow his brows confusingly.

He didn't understand why they needed Manager Luo and his clean up crew to come collect the pile of trash they had gathered.

If that was the case, why didn't they just call them to come clean up the mess?

Thinking this, he couldn't help but mumble.

”Why are we waiting for Manager Luo to pick up the garbage? I mean- ack—”

As he planned to continue his words, the back of his head was suddenly smacked by someone.

He turns to the person and glares with eyes full of daggers.

”Assistant Xu, why did you hit me?!!”

Xu Long sat to the right of the man. He shook his head and index finger indicating a no.

”Shaofeng ah Shaofeng.”

He motions his index in a circle to indicate the entire room and his words continue.

”Everything we picked up are not garbage.”

As his words fell, Lin Hui's head pops out from the right of Xu Long and he continues to words.

”They are valuable items collected.”

Just as Lin Hui spoke his last word, Liu Shan's head pokes out from the right of Lin Hui and finished the sentence.

”One item is worth 5 months of your salary.”

”…”

Shaofeng, the man Xu Long smacked on the head for speaking garbage stares at the three men with heavy eyelids.

Now he can see why they get along. Their personalities are not so different from one another.

However, thinking about their words, his brows furrow again, and he looks at Uncle Zhi.

”But all we did was pick up trash that were broken inside Uncle Zhi's shop. Ack—!”

Suddenly, Shaofeng's head flung forward by another smack on the back of his head.

His face turned as black as the bottom of a pot and he slowly turns to look at the one person who would dare to do such thing to him.

”Xu! Long!”

Except, those murderous eyes did not affect Xu Long one bit.

He cross his arms over his chest and stares right back at Shaofeng like the man was some idiot student who doesn't pay attention in class.

”Let me give you some information.”

His right arm unfolds and points down to the ground.

”Everything you picked up today in this shop are artifacts that not just anyone can get their hands on.”

His eyes slightly widens like the evil stepmother at Shaofeng and gives the man a look as if saying, do you understand?

”Do you know why Uncle Zhi is able to get his hands on these 'garbage'?”

Xu Long raise his chin and made sure to emphasize the word garbage.

Staring at the assistant, Shaofeng didn't know why, but he felt like sweat was staring to form on his forehead as he listens to Xu Long's lecture.

His head slowly shook no to answer the question.

Xu Long rolled his eyes and his finger pointing at the ground shifts to the direction of Uncle Zhi.

”He is…”

Pausing in his words, he leans closer to Shaofeng.

”Zhi.”

Just as Xu Long spoke his word, Lin Hui's head pops out again and points to Uncle Zhi.

”Jian.”

Then like a practiced staged performance, Liu Shan's head pokes out and he gestures in the same way as Lin Hui and Xu Long.

”Hong.”

”…”

Shaofeng was once again struck dumbfounded by the three men. His eyes blink with heaviness not knowing what to say.

He takes a deep breath and part his lip to speak, but before he could utter a sound, his eyes widen like never before and he looks at Uncle Zhi.