Qian Rourou and Liu Meng listened, completely bewildered, not knowing what a crimson bead was.
After hearing Ye Kunlun's words, Qian Rourou couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what exactly is a crimson bead, and what is it used for?"
Ye Kunlun picked up a shard of porcelain and pointed to the crimson bead on it, explaining to Qian Rourou, "Earth Dragon Blood is an extremely precious medicinal ingredient and the best material for refining crimson beads.
Crimson beads formed from Earth Dragon Blood, when worn, can promote smooth blood circulation and prolong life.
Making a string of prayer beads from it to give to your grandfather would be excellent, and it would be priceless!"
"Mr. Ye is correct," Eryuehe chimed in. "I truly never expected that in my lifetime at this Wanbao斋, I would see a crimson bead for the first time."
Eryuehe looked genuinely impressed.
"We've hit the jackpot, haven't we?" Hu San couldn't help but exclaim.
Upon hearing this, Qian Rourou quickly asked, "Second Manager, what is the price of these crimson beads? I want to make a string of prayer beads."
Eryuehe discreetly glanced at Ye Kunlun and then told Qian Rourou, "Miss Qian, I think we should give you a string. There are quite a few crimson beads in these porcelain shards. If it weren't for Mr. Ye discovering them, we would have suffered a significant loss. The remaining crimson beads are enough for us to make a substantial profit!"
"Ah, that's too embarrassing."
Qian Rourou never liked taking advantage of others and was about to say something more.
Ye Kunlun spoke up at this moment, "If he tells you to take it, then take it. Making a string of prayer beads won't use up much. If he sells these porcelain bottles, they won't fetch much money."
Hearing Ye Kunlun's words, Qian Rourou could only obediently reply with an "Oh."
"Um, Second Manager, do you have anyone here who can make prayer beads?" Qian Rourou asked again in a hurry.
"When would Miss Qian like to pick them up?" Eryuehe asked.
"The third day of next month."
"Then Miss Qian, please come back in a week. I will have Wanbao斋's best craftsman make a string of prayer beads for you," Eryuehe replied.
Qian Rourou quickly expressed her thanks, "Thank you then, Second Manager. If you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
Eryuehe smiled without saying anything.
Ye Kunlun pointed to the dark bell beside him and said to Eryuehe, "I'll take this incomplete bell."
"Please, Mr. Ye." Eryuehe was extremely respectful to Ye Kunlun.
"Ye Kunlun, you're not planning to use this broken thing as a gift, are you?"
Liu Meng looked at the dark bell in Ye Kunlun's hand with a hint of disdain. "This thing looks like a miniature version of the bells struck daily in a temple. Wouldn't it be too inauspicious as a birthday gift?"
Ye Kunlun was somewhat speechless. Liu Meng really knew how to dramatize things.
"Xiaomeng, don't speak nonsense."
Qian Rourou smiled sheepishly. Although she thought Liu Meng had a point, she felt Ye Kunlun had other intentions.
"Who said this thing is for giving away?"
Ye Kunlun looked at Liu Meng somewhat speechlessly. "This thing has other uses for me."
As he spoke, Ye Kunlun put away the incomplete bell as if by magic, leaving Liu Meng stunned.
"Then what gift are you giving Grandpa Qian?" Liu Meng stuck out her tongue and asked.
"No gift!"
Ye Kunlun replied indifferently.
"Xiaomeng, Mr. Ye is a distinguished guest of our Qian family. His presence alone brings glory to our household,"
Qian Rourou said, pulling Liu Meng's hand and signaling her to say less.
Liu Meng snorted, "Rourou, you've picked out your gift. What should I give Grandpa Qian?"
"Shall we go visit some other shops?" Qian Rourou asked for Ye Kunlun's opinion.
Leaving Wanbao斋, Qian Rourou couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ye, do you know the Second Manager?"
Ye Kunlun shook his head.
"But I noticed the Second Manager seemed a bit afraid of you," Qian Rourou said, opening up.
Ye Kunlun replied with a smile, "I've been in the capital for some time now, and my reputation for being ruthless precedes me. He might have heard of me."
*Puchi*—
Qian Rourou couldn't help but laugh. "I don't feel like you're fierce at all, Mr. Ye. Those people must not know you."
Qian Rourou and Liu Meng chatted incessantly, with Ye Kunlun occasionally replying.
After strolling through the antique street for a couple of laps, Ye Kunlun suddenly noticed a familiar figure entering an alleyway not far away.
"Gu Changsheng? What is he doing here?" Ye Kunlun's brow furrowed, sensing that Gu Changsheng must be here for a reason.
"You two wait for me in the teahouse nearby. I'll be right back."
Ye Kunlun pointed to a teahouse not far away and said to the two women.
"Okay," Qian Rourou responded, pulling Liu Meng towards the teahouse.
Inside the teahouse.
"Rourou, tell me honestly, have you fallen for Ye Kunlun?" Liu Meng looked at her best friend and asked accusingly.
Qian Rourou's gaze shifted slightly, and she quickly retorted, "I think you're the one who likes him! Back at Wanbao齋, when he offended Qiao Song, you clearly defended him, even while pretending to be angry."
"I, I don't!"
Liu Meng looked flustered and quickly tried to defend herself, "Wasn't I just afraid he would cause trouble and implicate your Qian family? You know Uncle Qiao has been in business for so many years, he's ruthless, and Qiao Song is his only son..."
Liu Meng's words made Qian Rourou worried.
Just as Liu Meng had said, Qiao Wangnian doted on his only son, Qiao Song, immensely since childhood.
If Qiao Wangnian found out that Ye Kunlun had beaten Qiao Song, he certainly wouldn't let it go.
Thinking of this, Qian Rourou became anxious and quickly took out her phone to call her father.
"My dearest Rourou, Dad is just about to start a meeting. Can we talk about this when you get home?" Qian Dongchao's voice came from the phone with a laugh.
"Dad, Ye Kunlun beat Qiao Song," Qian Rourou couldn't wait a moment longer. "Please find a way to apologize to Uncle Qiao for him."
Upon hearing this, Qian Dongchao's smile instantly vanished, and his expression turned solemn.
"Rourou, you told me Ye Kunlun had a 'Four Venerables Card,' didn't you?" Qian Dongchao asked.
"Dad, didn't I already tell you? Rourou and I saw it with our own eyes. Why are you asking again?" Qian Rourou sounded a little unhappy. "Mr. Ye is my savior!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Dad is just confirming it with you," Qian Dongchao chuckled. "You know your Uncle Qiao. If I just talk to him myself, he won't calm down. I need some reason, don't I?"
"Alright, Dad will handle this."
After speaking, Qian Dongchao hung up the phone.
Qian Rourou breathed a sigh of relief. "Xiaomeng, do you think my dad will help Mr. Ye?"
Liu Meng looked at her best friend's worried expression, then took her hand and smiled, "If Uncle Qian agreed, he will definitely help, right? After all, no matter what you asked for when you were growing up, he always agreed."
Hearing this, Qian Rourou smiled. "That's true."
As she spoke, she looked in the direction where Ye Kunlun had left.