Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

After finishing his call with Lin Yuxi, Wang Xingyu immediately called Luo Haifeng.

He himself doesn't have a membership card for Guihe Private Restaurant, but Luo Haifeng, the CEO of the real estate company, certainly does.

Wang Xingyu planned to take Xiao Xin'er out for a meal while protecting Lin Yuxi from being bullied.

Wang Xingyu has seen far too much about how deep and murky the financial world is through the internet.

Wang Xingyu was really worried about Lin Yuxi going to dinner with those so-called rich people.

"Mr. Wang, I was just about to call you."

Luo Haifeng's cheerful and loud voice came over.

"Mr. Luo, is there something you need?"

"I mainly wanted to express my gratitude. After you left yesterday, I slept for a full twenty-four hours without any nightmares, and I feel great now. Mr. Wang, if you have time tonight, I would like to invite you to dinner."

"Where to?"

"How about Guihe Private Restaurant at 7 PM?"

Holy crap, what a coincidence!

Wang Xingyu's eyes lit up, and he said, "Okay."

Luo Haifeng was very pleased to hear Wang Xingyu agree so readily.

This shows that Wang Xingyu was willing to befriend him.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xingyu checked out the clinic.

Since no major surgery was required, the clinic's renovation was completed very quickly. The lounge area is basically finished, and only some finishing touches remain.

"What's going on? Where's Lao Ling?"

An old voice came in.

Wang Xingyu turned his head and saw that the other person was an elderly man in his sixties, wearing a white Zhongshan suit, with a beard, and a calm demeanor, giving people a sense of otherworldly elegance.

"May I ask who you are?"

"I am Huang Qingyang, the owner of the Treasure Pavilion next door, and a chess friend of Lao Ling."

Zhenbaoge is the largest antique shop in Haijiang, mainly selling calligraphy, paintings, porcelain and jade.

Wang Xingyu had seen an introduction to this Treasure Pavilion online, but he never expected the owner to be such an old man.

"Hello, Mr. Huang, my name is Wang Xingyu. Mr. Ling sublet this clinic to me the day before yesterday; he has already returned to his hometown."

"That old Ling Lin left without even saying goodbye, it's outrageous!"

Huang Qingyang said angrily, sizing up Wang Xingyu, and said, "Little Wang, are you going to open a pharmacy?"

Wang Xingyu shook his head and said, "I don't sell medicine, I just want to open a traditional Chinese medicine clinic."

Huang Qingyang was taken aback and said, "Since it's a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, it must have doctors."

Wang Xingyu pointed to his nose and laughed, "Yes, I am a doctor."

"you?"

A look of surprise appeared in Huang Qingyang's aged eyes as he asked, "How old are you this year? How dare you open your own traditional Chinese medicine clinic?"

Wang Xingyu said, "I was originally an internal medicine doctor at Antai Hospital. After five or six years of training, I felt that my medical skills were decent, so I started working independently."

Huang Qingyang frowned and said, "Xiao Wang, don't blame me for being blunt. At your age, even if your medical skills are good, I'm afraid no patient would dare to let you treat them."

Wang Xingyu chuckled and said, "I only treat difficult and complicated cases here, not common ones. Just like your Treasure Pavilion, it may not open for three years, but when it does, it can feed you for three years."

Huang Qingyang was amused by his words and said, "This is the first time I've heard of someone comparing medical treatment with antiques. Interesting. Could you take my pulse and see what's wrong with me?"

Wang Xingyu knew that Huang Qingyang was testing his medical skills, so he said, "Then please extend your hand."

Huang Qingyang stretched out his arm, and Wang Xingyu gently placed his hand on his wrist, withdrawing it in less than ten seconds.

"Your blood and energy are stronger than even those of a middle-aged person in their forties, your pulse is strong and powerful, and your physical condition is excellent. The only problem is your lungs; you probably have mild emphysema. With proper care, it shouldn't affect your lifespan."

Huang Qingyang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock. He said incredulously, "You didn't ask anything, just took my pulse for a short while, and you accurately diagnosed my chronic ailment. Your medical skills are far superior to Lao Ling's."

Wang Xingyu smiled and said, "Without real skills, how could I dare to open this clinic that specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases? Old Huang, for the sake of your health, you'd better quit smoking and drinking."

Huang Qingyang said, "It's fine if you don't let me smoke, but if you don't let me drink, you might as well kill me."

Everyone has a different view of life, so Wang Xingyu didn't try to persuade him. He just told him to practice Tai Chi in his spare time to exercise.

Huang Qingyang took a liking to Wang Xingyu, a young man with superb medical skills and an extraordinary demeanor, and invited him to his shop for tea.

Since he had nothing else to do, Wang Xingyu followed Huang Qingyang to his Treasure Pavilion.

Upon entering the Treasure Pavilion, Wang Xingyu saw a dazzling array of jade and porcelain pieces neatly arranged on the shelves, looking exceptionally beautiful.

There are at least thirty paintings and calligraphic works hanging on the wall, most of which are by modern painters. They are not very long and probably not very valuable.

That's normal.

No antique shop would display priceless antiques and calligraphy and paintings by famous figures on its counter; if they were damaged, the loss would be enormous.

Sitting behind the counter was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and slender, with a refined and scholarly air. He always had a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, Wang Xingyu's heart skipped a beat, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Master!

A top-notch kung fu master!

The middle-aged man appeared to be no different from an ordinary person, but in Wang Xingyu's eyes, he was like a volcano that had been dormant for decades, containing extraordinary power within him. Once it erupted, it would be absolutely earth-shattering.

Compared to him, Scarface, a martial arts master who had just developed internal strength, wasn't even qualified to carry his shoes.

Although Wang Xingyu knew very little about the martial arts world, someone with such high cultivation was no ordinary person.

He was curious about Huang Qingyang's identity, that he could get such a powerful expert to help him sell antiques.

"This is Zhao Yuan, the manager of Zhenbaoge."

"Xiao Zhao, this is Wang Xingyu, our neighbor."

Huang Qingyang introduced the two of them.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao."

Wang Xingyu greeted Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan smiled and nodded in response.

Huang Qingyang said, "Xiao Wang, please make yourself a seat. I'll go make some tea."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

Wang Xingyu exchanged a few polite words and then began looking at the antiques and calligraphy in the shop.

Wang Xingyu had no knowledge of porcelain or jade.

He had never been to an antique shop before.

The main problem is that this thing is too expensive; even someone earning a million a year can't afford it.

During the viewing, Wang Xingyu discovered a very interesting phenomenon.

His divine sense was able to see the fluorescent light on the surfaces of these porcelain and jade artifacts that ordinary people could not see.

The brighter the fluorescence, the older the object is.

For example, the store's prized possession, a Song Dynasty Ru ware celadon bowl, has an incredibly bright, fluorescent sheen.

The two plum vases handcrafted by Zheng Qiaoshan, a top modern porcelain master, are priced as high as 88,000 yuan, yet they have no fluorescence whatsoever.

It seems I can use my divine sense to find bargains.

Wang Xingyu thought to himself.

After looking around at the porcelain and jade pieces, Wang Xingyu walked to the area where calligraphy and paintings were displayed.

He didn't understand calligraphy and painting, but Daoist Qingye was a renowned master of both.

From Qingye Daoshi's perspective, the works that Huang Qingyang displayed were all quite ordinary.

Even the painting of Lushan Waterfall, which sold for 280,000 yuan, is nothing special.