The young man was named Shang Shufang, the son of Shang Wen Dong. Normally, Shang Wen Dong protected his son very well, rarely letting him appear in others' sight.

Usually, Shang Wen Dong and Niu Lan would each play their own games, and Shang Shufang would do the same.

With Shang Wen Dong's financial support, Shang Shufang could take his hobbies to the extreme.

His favorite activity was chasing girls, spending money lavishly, and he even opened his own live streaming platform.

His biggest hobby was promoting beauties on the streaming platform. As long as he got his hands on them, he would promote them.

Because the area was remote and rarely visited by people, Shang Wen Dong bought several villas here for convenience, including one for his son, Shang Shufang.

Seeing Shang Shufang's cocky manner, Shang Wen Dong sighed as he greeted him and then lowered his head to respond to messages.

"Shufang, do you know why I called you here?"

Without looking up, Shang Shufang replied, "How would I know."

"Can you put your phone away first?" Seeing Shang Shufang's absent-minded demeanor, Shang Wen Dong got enraged.

"Dad, you and Mom have your own hobbies, and so do I. How can you deprive me of my hobbies?" Shang Shufang had no intention of putting away his phone and argued back.

Furious, Shang Wen Dong grabbed the phone and smashed it on the ground. "Satisfied now?"

"Dad, why did you break my phone!" Shang Shufang pouted and took another phone out of his pocket.

Enraged, Shang Wen Dong pointed at Shang Shufang's nose and cursed, "How did I end up with such a useless son! You spend all day chasing after those plastic beauties. Why don't you try chasing some natural beauties instead!"

Shang Shufang scoffed, "Dad, you have to admit that although most of the girls I chase are plastic, they feel almost the same, they work just as well, and I rely on these beauties to trick those ignorant men to make money."

Shang Wen Dong suddenly realized that reasoning with Shang Shufang was futile, so he changed tactics. "Didn't you say you're great at chasing girls? You can get any woman you want, right?"

Bringing up his favorite topic, Shang Shufang finally looked up at Shang Wen Dong. "Exactly, there's no girl I can't get."

"Great, then I'll give you a task to chase a girl. How about that?"

Shang Shufang's eyes lit up. "Wow, Dad, is today the day you finally support my pursuits? You've always hated me doing this, haven't you? Why the sudden change?"

"This time it's different." Shang Wen Dong shook his head. "If you can get this girl to sleep with you, I'll give you one billion to support your hobby. If you can get her pregnant, two billion. Of course, you can also choose to give up and admit you're a coward."

Shang Wen Dong smiled at Shang Shufang.

No one knows a son better than his father, and Shang Wen Dong knew how to deal with his foolish son.

Sure enough, hearing about money, and girls, Shang Shufang's eyes sparkled. "Dad, are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

"Sure, it's no big deal." Shang Shufang patted his chest. "But, I don't understand why you want me to chase a girl. Haha, is she of high status and will help with your schemes?"

Shang Wen Dong's face turned dark.

He had to admit, despite his son being somewhat out of touch normally, he seemed to have inherited his cleverness, and was quite skilled in scheming.

"Alright, stop babbling. From today on, you'll stay here. Apart from chasing that girl, you can't do anything else." Shang Wen Dong took a picture out of his pocket and tossed it to Shang Shufang. "Use any method you want, as long as you get this girl, I'll reward you."

Shang Shufang originally thought his dad wanted him to chase some ugly girl, but when he saw the photo, he instinctively swallowed, almost drooling.

She was gorgeous.

Not only beautiful but also well-figured and with an impressive aura, a kind of cold temperament that perfectly suited Shang Shufang's taste.

Shang Shufang looked up. "Dad, what's her name?"

"Li Ruoxuan, from Developed Group. She's Black Panther's sister, his biological sister." Shang Wen Dong's mouth curved up. "She's the sister of Black Panther, the underground world's figure."

"Whoa, that big guy Black Panther has such a beautiful sister?" Shang Shufang felt invigorated. "Dad, now it's challenging! Haha, don't worry, within a week, I'll get her into bed! However..."

Glancing around the villa's decor, Shang Shufang pouted. "Why do I have to stay in this crappy place? There's no mood or class here. It's worse than my own house."

Shang Wen Dong lowered his voice. "Recently, there will be someone living here. He's called Rashamon, from the Yama Hall Assassin Organization. You should interact more with him, please him, he likes wine and women."

"Yama Hall Assassin?" Shang Shufang felt increasingly excited. "Dad, is he an expert?"

"At least third-tier peak!" Clearly, Shang Wen Dong was knowledgeable about martial arts realms.

Shang Shufang was overjoyed. "Dad, I get it, I get it, leave everything to me."

Then, he directly called someone. "Get a couple of female streamers, prettier and better figured, bring them here with wine."

...

On the other side, Ye Guichen left the snack street and headed towards the antique street.

Since he planned to get something similar to an amulet for Chen Ziran, he needed to find something decent.

Ye Guichen hadn't visited the antique street much before, and it had been a long time since he met Zhou Huairen, so it was a good chance to chat with him.

Arriving at the antique street, he found it completely different from the snack street. Not only were there many storefronts, but also many small stalls outside.

People in this business follow a saying: "Three years without opening, but when they do, they eat for three years."

So, many people come here to try their luck and find bargains, while many others sell inferior goods to cheat the gullible.

Ye Guichen knew a bit about antiques, though not an expert, he had his way of looking.

As soon as he arrived at the antique street, someone called out to him.

"Hey, lad, come over here, take a look, all genuine small items, from the Qin Dynasty to the Republic Era. Ten times compensation for any fakes."

Ye Guichen followed the voice to see a middle-aged man with shifty eyes looking at him.

The middle-aged man looked about forty years old, with a mustache, appearing quite cunning.

Since Ye Guichen was just strolling around, seeing the man was talkative, he squatted down and picked up a few items to play with. "Ten times compensation for fakes?"

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