Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 51 Zhao Manyan

The following morning, Mo Fan strolled to the city's commercial street.

The place was more lively than he had imagined.

Skyscrapers stand tall, shopping malls line one after another, their windows dazzlingly bright. Even the people you pass by on the street are dressed more elegantly than the students in the school.

Mo Fan originally planned to first inquire about the auction and consignment of materials.

After asking around, he only came to one conclusion: the rules for rich people's businesses are damn numerous.

What about consignment auction qualifications, document verification, risk commission, VIP review, and consignment process?

One set after another, Mo Fan was getting a headache from listening to them.

"It's just selling something, but it's being made to look like an exam," he couldn't help but mutter.

After leaving a high-end auction house, Mo Fan stood by the roadside, feeling that if he listened to a few more polite words from the staff, he might start a fight.

He simply turned into a nearby beverage shop with outdoor seating, ordered a drink casually, and prepared to take a break.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and there were quite a few pedestrians on the street.

Mo Fan had barely sat down when a slow, leisurely voice came from beside him.

"Her legs are great, but unfortunately she didn't choose the right shoes, which ruined half of her overall look."

Mo Fan subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

Across the street, a well-dressed young woman was walking across the zebra crossing in high heels. Her legs were indeed nice, but her steps were a little awkward.

Mo Fan glanced at them and casually remarked, "The shoes are alright, but the problem is the way you're putting your weight on them while walking. It's making your long legs look like they're just for show."

The person next to him immediately exclaimed "Huh?" as if he had discovered something strange, and turned around.

He was a young man dressed in a rather flamboyant manner.

Her hair was perfectly styled, and her watch, clothes, and shoes looked ridiculously expensive. She leaned back in her chair, and the word "rich" practically screamed from her.

More importantly, his eyes lit up, clearly showing an expression of "finally meeting a kindred spirit".

"Brother, you know your stuff," the young man said with a smile.

Mo Fan was delighted when he saw the face clearly.

Old Zhao.

How did we run into each other so early?

This guy was incredibly flamboyant when he first appeared in my previous life, and even though I met him earlier in this life, he hasn't changed at all.

However, Mo Fan didn't show any unusual expression. He simply leaned back in his chair and lazily replied, "I usually understand."

The young man immediately became interested and turned his chair around to this side.

"I thought there weren't many people who could tell the difference between legs these days, but I didn't expect there to be such experts."

Mo Fan glanced at him.

"Same to you."

The handsome young man was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

He reached out his hand.

"Let me introduce myself, this is Zhao Manyan."

Mo Fan reached out and touched him.

"Mo Fan."

Zhao Manyan looked him up and down a few times.

He was dressed plainly, but spoke without any timidity, even more naturally than the other man.

This kind of demeanor is unlike that of an ordinary student.

"Are you here to shop too?" Zhao Manyan asked.

Mo Fan took a sip of milk tea and casually said, "I originally wanted to get some serious business done, but I almost fell asleep because of all those procedures."

"What important matter is it?" Zhao Manyan became interested.

Mo Fan didn't try to hide it either.

"I have some items that I'd like to sell."

"The regular purchase price is too exorbitant; I don't want to be ripped off."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Manyan laughed.

"Coincidentally, I don't like being taken advantage of either."

"Looks like you really hate being scammed."

Mo Fan nodded.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm broke. Where would I get the money to let them mess around?"

Zhao Manyan was amused by his remark.

"Okay, that's honest enough."

"So what exactly is this item you have that would make you go all the way to the auction house to ask for connections?"

Mo Fan put down his cup, his tone nonchalant.

"The corpse of a great demon general, and a warrior general-level spirit."

Zhao Manyan paused almost imperceptibly in the cup in his hand.

He looked at Mo Fan again, his gaze finally becoming more serious.

"A warrior-level essence?"

Mo Fan shrugged.

"What, it doesn't look like it?"

"No, that's not it." Zhao Manyan leaned back in his chair, but his smile faded slightly.

Materials from demons of the Great General level are not something ordinary students can easily obtain.

Not to mention there's also a warrior-level spirit.

Either this kid has powerful connections, or he's no pushover himself.

Regardless of which type, they are both worth getting to know.

Zhao Manyan's smile returned.

"Bro, if you're really planning to release this, I can help you set up a connection."

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance, and asked, "You have connections?"

Zhao Manyan leaned back in his chair, speaking casually as if it were a trivial matter.

"My family owns the auction house."

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Mo Fan paused deliberately for half a second.

"Oh, so it's Young Master Zhao."

Zhao Manyan waved his hand, looking unassuming.

"You're welcome. My family runs a small business."

Mo Fan almost lost his composure.

This stuff still tastes the same.

She's obviously incredibly flirtatious, but she always pretends to be.

"How's it going?" Zhao Manyan looked at him. "Want me to make some arrangements for you?"

"Okay." Mo Fan nodded. "It saves me from listening to those people's nonsense."

Zhao Manyan smiled.

"That's right."

"The corpse of a great general, if it is in good condition, will not be cheap. The essence of a great general is even more valuable. There is never a shortage of people who want this kind of thing."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, that's assuming the items are clean and come from a legitimate source."

Mo Fan looked completely calm.

"I typed it myself, what problem could there be?"

Zhao Manyan stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed and scolded, "Alright, brother, stop bragging. Ask yourself if you even believe it?"

Mo Fan shrugged.

"It's just a fact."

Zhao Manyan did not press the matter further.

Asking too many questions when you're meeting someone for the first time is pointless.

He took out his phone, showed the QR code, and handed it to Mo Fan.

"Here's my contact information. Send me details about the item later."

"Let me get someone to give you an estimate first, then we'll decide how to proceed with the bidding."

Mo Fan took it, glanced at it, and then casually put it away.

"OK."

"Oh, right," Zhao Manyan suddenly remembered something, "You said you came here on official business. Besides selling things, do you have any other plans?"

"Yes," Mo Fan said. "I'm planning to find a place to stay near Pearl Academy."

Zhao Manyan raised his eyebrows.

"Mingzhu Academy?"

"Um.

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"Are you Mingzhu's?"

Mo Fan shook his head.

"No, but I plan to apply to Mingzhu University."

Zhao Manyan was immediately delighted.

"That's quite a coincidence."

"We might run into each other often in the future."

Mo Fan thought to himself, it's more than just a chance encounter.

However, he didn't say it aloud, but only asked, "Are you familiar with that area?"

"Nonsense," Zhao Manyan laughed. "Is there any part of Shanghai that I don't know?"

"I do know a few apartments near Mingzhu University. They're in good locations and have decent environments. They're not cheap, but I don't think you're short of money."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan immediately became interested.

Tell me about it.

Zhao Manyan immediately gave him two locations and then briefly described the general situation of several nearby apartment buildings.

He actually knew which ones were close to the school, which were quiet, which had good security, and which had easy-going landlords.

Mo Fan couldn't help but glance at him after hearing this.

"You know quite a lot of details."

Zhao Manyan remained expressionless.

"I can't help it, I've always been quite particular about quality of life."

Mo Fan nodded.

"Got it, that's the experience of the rich."

Zhao Manyan laughed heartily.

"I like hearing that."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and the atmosphere became increasingly familiar.

Zhao Manyan was naturally outgoing, and Mo Fan wasn't one to let conversations fall flat. Before long, it was as if they had known each other for quite some time.

Before leaving, Zhao Manyan stood up and patted Mo Fan on the shoulder.

"Then it's settled."

"Contact me once you have everything ready, and I'll arrange it for you."

Mo Fan nodded.

"OK."

"Don't worry, you'll get your share of trouble."

Zhao Manyan smiled and waved his hand.

"You're welcome. Someone as interesting as you is no trouble at all."

After saying that, he turned and left.

That silhouette was incredibly dashing, exuding a flamboyant aura that made him stand out in a crowd.

Mo Fan watched him leave, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Running into Lao Zhao ahead of time was a pleasant surprise.

With the auction process in place, things became much easier.

He glanced at the message on his phone, casually put it back in his pocket, and without lingering, went straight to the address Zhao Manyan had just given him to look at the apartment.

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