Short, Light, Free - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Ghost Market (Part 3) I

“You’re not seriously pinning all of these on that broken watch, are you?” Dahai asked, disbelief evident in his tone.

“I don’t know where that grandmother is now. What should we do?”

“Do you remember her appearance?”

“It was so dark when she visited the ghost market at… wait, no. I remember,” I corrected myself as a blurry image of that woman popped in my head.

“Really?”

“I remember customers who have bought my dolls, in fear that they would find and reprimand me for selling fake goods.”

“Draw a portrait when you get the chance,” he said.

I nodded and opened the watch. “The needles weren’t here when I gave them to Pang Guang. He must’ve sought a repairman to add them in. I feel like something might happen if I remove them.”

Dahai smiled and raised his electric drill in the air.

“We should get someone else to do it,” I suggested.

“Come, I’ll drive,” Dahai said.

“Where are you bringing me?”

“Do you remember what the second son was into?”

“Antique?”

Dahai nodded. “I suspect that Pang Guang had him fix this. Who else could he have relied on?”

“But isn’t the second son dead?”

“People in the shop are alive.”

We got on the road and I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure they know you?”

“Don’t worry about it. Pang family is worth so much money. They’re going to be kissing my ass,” Dahai said cockily.

The car stopped by the shop and we alighted.

About six people immediately crowded over to invite us in.

Dahai gave me a goofy smile. “Told ya.”

“Did you ever think that it’s the Land Rover and not you?” I commented doubtfully.

The antique shop was the biggest I’ve ever seen. It was retro in style and was made of plank pillars and bricks, even the chairs were from high-quality wood.

There were two teapots on the table and a group of people stood behind us, ready to cater to whatever we need.

They were sucking up to Dahai just as he’s predicted.

It made sense since Dahai has the rights to all Pang property and assets.

Who else would they suck up to? As Dahai’s best buddy, thankfully, I get to steal a bit of his spotlight as well.

An old man walked over and smiled at us. “What brought you over?”

Dahai leaned in and whispered, “Second son’s accountant, Uncle Fu.”

“Do you have your eyes on this place, too?” Uncle Fu frowned.

With a dismissive wave, Dahai responded, “I just need you to take a look at something.”

“What is it?”

“Can you open this up?” Dahai asked, fishing out the pocket watch.

“Isn’t this Pang Guang’s? Why do you have it?”

Someone walked over to Uncle Fu’s side and whispered in his ear.

“This is too much. How dare you steal his watch, too?” Uncle Fu said indignantly.

“So you’re not willing to look at this for me?” Dahai asked urgently.

The atmosphere was getting tensed so I mumbled softly, “You have the assets and power but it seems that few are willing to obey.”

“Seems like it,” he replied just as softly.

“I’ll take over from here so follow my pace,” I instructed.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he warned.

I turned to Uncle Fu and smiled. “Hi, I’m Mr. Pang’s lawyer.”

“Does he really deserve that title?” Uncle Fu ridiculed, his ears turning red.

“Uncle Fu, you can insult him all you want but as his lawyer, it is my duty to stand in legally. Aren’t you afraid of going to court for smearing his reputation?”

“Wh-what?” he spluttered angrily. “He’s been disowned by his family so he’s not a Pang. I do not acknowledge him.”

“His ancestor only severed their ties verbally. None of it has been legally recorded, as I’ve checked. The law will not accept your statements blindly. You can ask around if you’re in doubt but if you continue slandering my client, you better be ready to receive a letter from the court.”

Uncle Fu glared at me.

Dahai whispered, “You sound legitimate. Who taught you this?”

“TV.” I grinned, almost evoking laughter from Dahai.

“I can acknowledge you but you’re not to move my spot,” Uncle Fu added.

“We can choose to ignore the amount of company funds you pocket. It’s all for money after all. We won’t take those away from you.”

“Promise me one thing then, and I’ll acknowledge him,” Uncle Fu stated.

“What is it?”

“My son and grandson are here, too. You cannot touch them as well.”

“That’s not an issue,” I reassured him.

“Since there’s no wine, I’ll thank you with this tea,” Uncle Fu said, gulping down a cup.

Dahai butted in, “You recognize this watch so he must’ve come to you with it before?”

Uncle Fu nodded. “He did. This thing is kinda evil.”

“What do you mean?” Dahai asked.

“Follow me,” Uncle Fu told us before turning around.

“Talk about a 180,” Dahai muttered.

“He was just afraid that you’ll seize everything,” I said to him.

“But there’s no way I’m going to let this shop go,” Dahai informed me anxiously.

“A verbal agreement doesn’t mean anything so don’t rush. You’ll have a lot of time to deal with him later on,” I whispered smilingly.