C147 (1/2)

”Not for sale.” Shi Lei smiled and said, ”That's more than a piece of yellow pear wood, right?”

Peng Zhaoyuan's heart suddenly sank. His stomach was full of regret, regretting that he shouldn't have flaunted the origins and value of this plaque in front of Shi Lei.

”Name your price, how much do you want?” Peng Zhaoyuan stared at Shi Lei guiltily, like a pitiful little rabbit begging for a fierce big bad wolf.

Shi Lei said: ”I don't want money, I want a signboard.”

”You …” Peng Zhaoyuan almost vomited blood: ”As a human, you should leave things to us in the future so that we can meet again. Do you really want me to end this matter here?”

He knew clearly in his heart that if Shi Lei truly were to take away this plaque, his home, which was a gold mine every day, would not need to open any more.

”Complete the matter?” Shi Lei shook his head: ”Looks like you still don't understand. Forget it, I don't want to explain it to you. Will you take it off for me yourself, or will I find someone else to take it off? You don't want to deny it, do you? ”

”Naturally, the Peng Family's words will be spoken. This plaque, we will give it to you.” An elderly voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Following that, the tightly shut wooden door was pushed open, an old man wearing a white Tang suit with white hair walked in, and looked at Shi Lei with a smile.

Seeing the old man come in, Peng Zhaoyuan was shocked.

”Grandfather.” Peng Zhaoyuan called out respectfully.

”Xu Yuan, I've warned you countless times. There's always someone above you, there's always someone beyond you. Do you understand now?”

”Grandfather, I was wrong.” Peng Zhaoyuan's face was full of shame.

”It's good that you know what you're doing wrong. If you know what you're doing wrong, you can fix it.” The old man said with a smile, ”You're still young. After this lesson, there's still much you can do in the future.”

Peng Zhaoyuan did not receive the berating and punishment he had imagined. Instead, he bowed and said, ”Yes, grandfather. I understand.”

Only then did the old man turn his gaze towards Shi Lei. He sized him up carefully a few times, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

”Young man?” the old man asked.

”No honorable surname stone.” Shi Lei said. He thought that if he guessed correctly, this benevolent looking old man should be Peng Zhaoyuan's grandfather, the great master of acupuncture, Peng Quantong.

”Surnamed Shi.” The old man nodded, ”Then what is your master's surname?”

Shi Lei was startled.

Master?

Speaking of masters, it's not that there aren't any, but the Chen Ancestor who passed down his medical skills through soul fragments back then was precisely my master. However, he did not know what his name was or who he was. The only thing he knew was that his surname was Chen. Thus, he did not know whether or not he could speak his name to others.

Hey, an old man who's been dead for years, and was just a Chinese doctor when he was alive, what's there to say? Thinking about that, Shi Lei said: ”My master's surname is Chen.”

”Surnamed Chen?” The old man thought about it seriously, and at the end, he was a little surprised. ”Who is Chen Jingyang to you?”

Hearing this name, Shi Lei was even more surprised than him.

”Chen Jingyang... ”It's my father-in-law.”

”No wonder, no wonder, you're actually the son-in-law of Hundred Herb Chen.” The old man muttered, ”I can see that there's something wrong with your face. Did your father-in-law not suggest a cure?”