Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 550 - 560: Interesting

Majia Restaurant, a nondescript little diner in the city district that couldn't be more ordinary.

Ye Ling and his two companions sat in the restaurant's only private room, surveying the simple surroundings.

"Why did the guy arrange to meet here, what's he trying to say, testing if we're sincere?"

"Or does he have a taste for something else entirely? It's really hard to figure out."

Scratching his head, Ye Ling was a bit perplexed. After all, the guest was a disciple of the Prince, here to discuss business but choosing such an ordinary, even slightly chilly place for the meeting.

"Who knows, whatever, as long as I get to meet the Prince, that's fine with me. I've heard that the Prince has a top grade multicolored Imperial jade pendant with him. If I could buy it, it would definitely become the treasure of my shop."

Wang Ningmei smacked her lips and gave Ye Ling a flirty glance, while Ao Hongchen on the side cried out, "Is there no humanity left? I'm sitting right here!"

"Show off your love and you'll die fast, haven't you two heard that saying, damn it, Xiao Hei, come out and give your Daoist master a kiss!"

As Ao Hongchen reached into his bosom while speaking, Xiao Hei lifted his head with a snort and stuck it out, his dragon's breath puffing, "Piss off, I hate old guys like you with tough skin and thick flesh. Keep this up, and I'll eat you."

"Hey, hey, there's no justice left is there? You're just a dragon, and you still want to turn the heavens upside down?"

Ao Hongchen was like a living treasure, making Ye Ling burst into laughter, while Wang Ningmei was also shaking her head in amazement. Once upon a time, she would never have dreamed of having a dragon in the backyard of her house.

What else can one say? Life, with all its flavors, holds surprises unimaginable and conceived, all of which appear in everyday life.

Life is naturally vibrant, brilliant, and showy; one cannot expect smooth sailing or constant anxiety all their life.

"Every cloud has a silver lining" is told to whom, if not to those who have at some point doubted their own lives? So, who knows, you might find a dragon in your house tomorrow too.

While Ao Hongchen and Xiao Hei were having a good spat, the door suddenly opened and a man in his thirties poked his head in: "Is this the room booked by Miss Wang Ningmei?"

"Yes, yes, may I ask if you are related to Mr. Jin?" Wang Ningmei quickly stood up.

Mr. Jin, the mysterious Prince, had his royal surname Aisin Gioro changed to Jin after the reforms.

After hearing this, the man nodded, then entered the room, glanced at Wang Ningmei, Ye Ling, and Ao Hongchen, and without any sign of being a stranger, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I'm sorry for being late due to some last-minute matters, making everyone wait."

"Despite its unassuming appearance, this little shop has some dishes that are truly magical. My master, Jin, loves the roast chicken here most of all."

"Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, with a long-lasting fragrance. This taste is not like wood leather, tasteless when chewed. Instead, it's a taste that seeps in with every bite, a hundred-year-old legacy of flavor."

"That's why my master adores it. You all should try it later, I guarantee you'll like it."

With that, the man stuck his head out and shouted towards the owner, "Boss, the usual set, please!"

After calling out, the man sat back on the chair and smiled slightly: "I am a disciple of Mr. Jin, Luo Shuai. Today, I am here by Jin's order to ask the three of you."

"What's the purpose of your visit this time? Are you here to discuss some matters of the jianghu with Jin, or are you interested in checking out some of his treasures?"

The man named Luo Shuai had a commanding presence, exuding an oppressive aura with just a smile, as if the benevolent-looking fellow seated before him was someone of lofty status.

Just as Wang Ningmei was about to speak, Ye Ling beside her gently tapped her palm and then gave a slight smile.

"Hearing what our friend says, it seems like Jin Ye's treasures are quite abundant."

Luo Shuai gave a modest smile, "How can you say it's just abundant? It's more than that. Let me put it this way: even the Imperial Capital Museum doesn't have half the collection that my family's Jin Ye possesses."

"Whether it's the foreign curios presented by Westerners hundreds of years ago, or the mysteriously vaunted Nine Dragon Cup, my family's Jin Ye has them all."

"That's why, as you can imagine, many folk admire Jin Ye's treasures and long for a glimpse. Of course, there are also plenty who harbor thieving intentions, all of whom Jin Ye has caught and turned into stewards!"

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Steward—Luo Shuai's eyes suddenly lit up when he said this, then the brilliance faded, leaving a startling impression.

"From what you say, Jin Ye indeed has a multitude of treasures. It makes sense; how could a dynasty of hundreds of years not have some world-shaking treasures as its foundation?"

"Let's put it this way, we're here this time to befriend Jin Ye. If we can part with some of his dearest items to choose a few signature pieces for my wife's store, that would make our visit truly worthwhile."

"And if that's not possible, no worries—we're also here to behold Jin Ye's magnificence, and that's surely not too much to ask, is it?"

After hearing this, Luo Shuai leaned back slightly and chuckled, "I've heard this kind of talk many times, but the meanings behind the words are always different." Discover more stories at novelbuddy

"Well then, it's not easy to enter Jin Ye's residence. Whether you can make it inside depends on your destiny."

Having said that, the door suddenly opened, and the owner brought in a platter of roasted chicken, torn apart yet still connected at the bones, with a juicy gloss that made mouths water.

Then the owner handed Luo Shuai a bag containing no less than ten chickens, and Luo Shuai, taking it, chuckled, "Consider these a tribute to Jin Ye. Alright, I'm off. See you tomorrow at noon."

Having said this, Luo Shuai turned and left, leaving behind a still-smiling Ye Ling and two dumbstruck figures, Wang Ningmei and Ao Hongchen.

What was that all about? He just up and left. Wasn't he here to discuss business? How is it finished just like that?

Fine, you leave if you want to, but taking ten roasted chickens with you? Damn, aren't you tarnishing Jin Ye's reputation? He's descended from the Aisin Gioro clan, after all.

"Tomorrow seems like it will be quite interesting. I'm eager to see what sets this Prince apart."

Ye Ling said this while grabbing a chicken leg and biting into it fiercely, savoring the meat and smiling slightly as he thought of Luo Shuai.

Tsk, tsk, what an interesting fellow. With this thought, Ye Ling looked down and exclaimed, "Damn, where did the chicken on the plate go?"

Ao Hongchen had a chicken leg in one hand and a wing in the other, devouring them like a starved ghost of three generations.

"Eat up, eat up. Tomorrow we'll see Jin Ye, and maybe we'll have his men castrate you so that you can experience a unique Mortal Tribulation."

Ye Ling bit fiercely into the chicken leg again, finding more flavor in it with each bite, and suddenly bellowed, "Boss! Three more chickens!"

The next day at noon, Ye Ling, Ao Hongchen, and Wang Ningmei drove to a quiet road in the suburbs, speeding off towards the distance.

In the far distance, a group of palatial buildings towered high, reflecting a magnificent brilliance under the blazing sun.