People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Chapter 97 The private room was deathly silent.

"Oh—fans, I never thought I had offline fans!"

What's your name?

The lecturer was very enthusiastic, but behind that enthusiasm lay a hint of wariness.

He's not an idiot!

When the earliest wave of migrant workers first emerged in the country, there was a saying that "when fellow villagers meet, their eyes fill with tears."

But this is Los Angeles, this is America, and the least trustworthy people here are your fellow countrymen.

Even though the other party is now telling him with a happy face that he is his fan, the top lecturer who already has a certain following doesn't dare to believe it.

He didn't have that kind of vigilance, and he wouldn't have survived long in Los Angeles, especially when he was homeless on the streets. Most healthy idiots don't deserve to live.

"Alright! My surname is Chen, you can just call me Mr. Chen!"

Chen Ping'an saw the wariness in the other party's eyes. He was not Lin Zhiyong. If he were Lin Zhiyong, he would have 100 ways to easily buy that jade seal from the other party.

Even if you just randomly pick a white woman, you can easily exchange her jade seal around her neck for a few thousand dollars.

But he is not Lin Zhiyong.

Chen Ping'an is far from being as meticulous as he seems.

Especially after the other party became wary, he didn't bother with any roundabout methods, and more importantly, he didn't have the time, so he simply got straight to the point.

"I have a business deal to discuss with you. Let's find a restaurant and talk over a meal. This meal's on me!"

Someone was treating him to a meal, and the top lecturer, who had just received expired or near-expired food, didn't hesitate to stuff the food into his backpack and pointed to a Chinese restaurant in the distance, saying, "There's a restaurant over there with private rooms."

For lecturers, the only time they can get by is during the Chinese New Year.

Chen Ping'an had no objection, pulled his hood up, nodded and said okay, and followed him over.

This is the vigilance of a top-notch instructor; he specifies a location, and it's a random, distant one at that.

In this situation, whether it's a restaurant scam or a bar scam, the probability of successfully swindling him is relatively low.

Hey, that's what you call experience!

In Los Angeles, it's common for young men to meet girls on dating apps, only to be taken to expensive restaurants where they order hundreds of dollars worth of steak and champagne, then slip away under the pretense of going to the restroom. (A true story from a friend, not the author himself.)

Sometimes, a sudden purchase of a few hundred dollars can bankrupt a young person, because this is Los Angeles!

Among the homeless on the streets, many young people begin their journey into homelessness by breaking their trust in this way.

So, the top lecturer greeted the owner as soon as he entered the store, but it's unclear whether he was actually very familiar with him.

Then, after entering the private room, he very familiarly explained to Chen Ping'an: "This restaurant is an old Chinese restaurant on the Ding Pangzi Plaza side."

Although, as they say, Chinese specialties like General Tso's Chicken and fortune cookies are not available in China.

But regular Yangzhou fried rice is still quite delicious. It has shrimp, char siu, eggs, green peas, and carrots. It tastes good; you can give it a try.

"Okay, let's try it!"

Chen Pingan took the menu, which was in both Chinese and English, and at the end there was a note: "The pictures are for reference only."

Yangzhou fried rice costs less than $15, but it's quite a luxury for the average Los Angeles resident. However, since the lecturer wanted to eat it so much, we ordered one for him.

When the person in front of him ordered Yangzhou fried rice without hesitation, followed by four dishes and a soup, and even paid the bill in advance, a smile finally appeared on the gold medal lecturer's face.

This person is organized and sincere. I just don't know what they want to talk about. Is it about live streaming? Do they want to sign me as a streamer?

It seems like—begging for alms and receiving welfare livestreams in America is a promising career path, and upon closer examination, it has great potential for signing contracts!

The top-notch instructor pondered this in his mind, his eyes gleaming as he did so.

After Chen Pingan finished ordering and put down the menu, he finally couldn't wait to speak.

"Mr. Chen, you just said you wanted to discuss a business deal with me. What kind of business is it?"

Originally, Chen Ping'an had planned to talk about it after dinner, but seeing that the top lecturer in front of him was already impatient, he had no choice but to get straight to the point.

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the other person, then poured one for himself. He took a small sip before looking up at the other person.

To be precise, look at the jade seal tied around the other person's neck with a small rope.

He pointed directly at it and said, "That jade pendant around your neck should be an antique from the Qing Dynasty. I've got my eye on it. Name your price!"

To reiterate, Chen Ping'an is not Lin Zhiyong; he doesn't have the cunning to slowly work things out. Most importantly, time is of the essence, so he simply goes straight to the point.

Ah!

The top lecturer was taken aback. So, she didn't want to sign him as a live streamer!

He reached out and grabbed the small jade seal from his neck, examining it closely. Was this some kind of antique?

It was hard to figure out what it was hanging around his neck, so he simply took it off and looked at it closely. Unfortunately, he couldn't understand it!

But not understanding it doesn't stop him from knowing that this antique might be very valuable.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come knocking on our door.

He had always thought of the jade seal as a trinket he picked up by the roadside; seeing that it was a piece of jade, he hung it around his neck.

But I never expected it to be an antique.

After learning that it was an antique, the lecturer felt more and more that this jade seal was definitely a good thing, and the material alone made him think it must be a good piece of jade.

He cautiously probed, "Can you tell me what this is, and what price are you willing to pay?"

Actually, the lecturer wasn't really selling it.

If any normal Asian person were suddenly approached and told that the thing around their neck was an antique and they wanted to pay a certain amount for it, it would be a terrible experience.

His first instinct was not to sell, so he would investigate, have someone appraise it, and then decide whether to sell it or not, and for how much.

This is how a normal person thinks.

Chen Ping'an was afraid of this kind of thinking. First, he didn't have time; second, he didn't have money.

He used to be rich.

As mentioned earlier, there were millions of dollars in illicit funds, plus the hitman's Swiss bank account, which added up to a considerable sum.

But he used it all to buy weapons.

So now, all I have is what I have in my pocket.

However, if a top-tier lecturer were to actually investigate, this jade seal would definitely not be worth $100 million. If it were listed at Sotheby's, it would likely cost tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

If they hadn't made contact before and had enough time, they could have meticulously planned as Lin Zhiyong suggested, found a white girl in college who was struggling to make ends meet, feigned ingratiation, and then bought the item from her for two or three thousand dollars.

But isn't the problem that we don't have enough time right now?

Therefore, Chen Ping'an had no choice but to be direct, pulling out a wad of US dollars and saying somewhat stiffly, "Here's $1 to buy the jade seal around your neck!"

The truth is, that's all he had in his pocket.

But you can't not buy these things.

However, it was obvious that the lecturer's eyes flashed with disdain, and it was clear that he didn't want to sell.

He was certain that this thing was worth far more than $1; any normal person could guess that.

Chen Ping'an sighed.

He pulled a submachine gun from his hooded jacket, which shouldn't have been able to hide anything, and placed it on the table.

At that moment, the private room was deathly silent.

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