Chapter 8 What's So Fascinating About Trash

• Zhou Kai had actually known what was in the bag for a while now because he had encountered Qin Fei earlier that day. He had purposely brought it to embarrass Qin Fei and provoke Yang Ruoxi into divorcing him, which would be the ideal outcome.
• Zhou Kai's promotion to deputy bureau chief was imminent. With his family background and abilities, he was confident that he could win over Yang Ruoxi. However, the condition was to separate this fool from Yang Ruoxi first.
• The hall suddenly fell silent with a clattering sound. Even the nearby diners couldn't bear to watch and whispered, "What kind of world is this? Such a beautiful woman actually married a garbage collector?"
• "It's all just a publicity stunt. Nowadays, people will do anything for fame."
• "Who knows, maybe that guy is a wealthy heir and did this intentionally to test if the woman truly loves him!"
• The hall was filled with various discussions.
• Yang Ruoxi's eyes immediately turned red. She felt so wronged. If it weren't for her colleagues watching her, she would have wanted to smash the plate in her hand onto Qin Fei's head.
• It was so embarrassing. He actually brought a bag of trash to her birthday party. Was he trying to humiliate her?
• Could it be because she scolded him when she asked him to wake up this morning, and he got angry and intentionally embarrassed her?
• Qin Fei didn't feel much. After all, these people didn't understand the value of these seemingly worthless things. He slowly finished his last bite of food.
• "Have you finished admiring it? Give me back my things."
• "Heh, a pile of trash. Why would I want it from you?"
• Zhou Kai picked up the items from the ground again, stuffed them into the garbage bag, and placed it at Qin Fei's feet with a smug look on his face.
• Yang Ruoxi bit her lip and stared at Qin Fei, "Are you done eating? If you are, then leave!"
• Although Yang Ruoxi had been trying hard to suppress her anger, the cold and icy rage was palpable to anyone who wasn't a fool.
• Qin Fei scratched his head and said speechlessly, "Are you angry? Didn't you ask me to come?"
• "Get lost!"
• Yang Ruoxi couldn't hold back her anger any longer. She poured a glass of red wine onto Qin Fei's face.
• Qin Fei was slightly stunned, feeling a chill in his heart. Did she even consider him useless?
• Well, she wasn't his wife to begin with!
• Qin Fei forced a bitter smile and lifted the garbage bag at his feet, preparing to leave before saying anything.
• However, before he could take a few steps, an old man dressed in Tang Dynasty clothing, exuding elegance and grace, walked over and stopped him.
• "Young man, may I take a look at your bag?" he asked.
• "No," Qin Fei shook his head directly. These things inside were his treasures, how could he easily show them to others?
• "Damn, this fool really thinks garbage is a treasure and won't let anyone see it!"
• "Is he really an idiot? Is there anything he can't do?"
• "And this old man too, is he going senile? What's so interesting about garbage?"
• The hall was once again filled with discussions. If it weren't for the fact that the old man didn't seem like an ordinary person, they would probably have said even more offensive words.
• The old man seemed unfazed by the comments around him. He just stared intently at the garbage bag in Qin Fei's hand.
• "Young man, can I just take a look?" he asked again.
• "But you can't touch anything!" Qin Fei saw that the old man was not young anymore and was pleading with him, so he opened the bag.
• The old man examined the contents for several minutes before looking up. "Young man, may I ask where you found these things?"
• "I found them," Qin Fei casually replied.
• "In that case, I'll offer you five million. Sell them to me, how about it?" the old man tentatively asked.
• "Damn, five million for a bag of garbage, is the world going crazy?"
• "Maybe the old man is crazy too, both of them must have escaped from a mental hospital and become friends!"
• "No, that old man seems to have been on TV before, what was his name, I can't remember."
• "Look at the embroidery on his cuff, he must be from Lingyu Pavilion! Oh my god!!"
• The entire hall erupted in noise once again. Even Zhou Kai was stunned and couldn't believe his ears. The people from Lingyu Pavilion were offering five million for this pair of seemingly worthless items.
• You see, Lingyu Pavilion was the top traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Jiangcheng.
• Yang Ruoxi couldn't help but look at the old man, feeling vaguely familiar, but couldn't recall at the moment.
• Upon further thought, it was normal to recognize someone from Lingyu Pavilion, as they often appeared on TV.
• Could it be that this fool, who never went home all day, really found some treasures in the garbage?
• Just as everyone was wildly speculating, Qin Fei said something that almost made everyone faint.
• "I won't sell it. This is a priceless treasure!"
• "Yes, I understand, I understand, it's a priceless treasure!" The old man wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at Qin Fei with pleading eyes. He persuaded, "In that case, young man, if I don't buy the item, can I use it once? I'll give you five million, and I can promise you one request."
• After the old man finished speaking, everyone in the hall felt like their worldviews were being shattered time and time again.
• They were willing to offer five million, but the item was still not for sale.
• What kind of junk was this pile of copper and iron? Why was it so valuable?
• "Alright, I'll let you use it once." This old man didn't seem like an ordinary person; he had some connections.
• Moreover, the value of this furnace cauldron was not understood by ordinary people, and the old man seemed to know a thing or two about it.
• "Okay, thank you, thank you!" The old man nodded towards the door, and a man in a black Zhongshan suit walked in. He respectfully handed a check to the old man.
• The old man took out a hexagonal, shiny blue pen from his chest, wrote down a number, and handed it to Qin Fei along with his business card.
• "Young man, give me a call when the time comes. I will personally visit you."
• "Alright." Qin Fei nodded and put the gilded business card in his pocket.
• "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." The old man capped the pen and, with the help of the man, got into the Rolls-Royce outside the hotel.
• This time, the hotel guests fell silent, their faces displaying a mix of emotions as they gazed at Qin Fei.
• Among them were individuals who were knowledgeable in their field, and they couldn't help but whisper, "The pen that old man used resembles the one from last year's auction, which was valued at around three million. The Rolls-Royce is also a limited edition. It seems that the items in this young man's possession are truly valuable."
• "Even if it's valuable, can it be as precious as a diamond?"
• "That's true, perhaps it's just a marketing ploy, artificially inflating prices!"
• Qin Fei didn't show much reaction. With a single glance, he could tell that the old man was concealing an illness.
• Most likely, he intended to use his furnace cauldron for medicinal refinement; otherwise, he wouldn't have given him five million for nothing.
• Muttering a few words to himself, Qin Fei turned around and headed towards the table where Yang Ruoxi and the others were seated, picking up a glass of red wine.
• Yang Ruoxi glanced at Qin Fei, sensing a slight tension in her heart. He wouldn't be planning to throw it back, would he?