Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Song Yun bid farewell to the elder brother of the migrant workers and planned to check on the progress at Liyu Pavilion.

As soon as he stepped into the district of the City God Temple, seven or eight honest-looking men dressed in camouflage outfits surrounded him.

Song Yun's brow furrowed, though these people seemed very docile, as if they had spent a lifetime toiling in the soil, the occasional sharpness and ferocity in their eyes couldn't deceive anyone.

These men adjusted their course as they walked, intentionally leading Song Yun towards a more secluded area.

Song Yun actually was curious to see what these people were up to, so he naively followed them.

"Could you gentlemen please make way?"

At the moment, Song Yun was acting like a college student, his eyes filled with timidity and shyness.

An elderly man behind Song Yun placed a hand on his shoulder and said ominously, "Young man, I heard you're quite wealthy, could you lend us a little?"

"I have no money, no money... Look at me, all my clothes are no-name brands, how do I look like someone who has money!"

Song Yun pleaded indignantly, "If you really are in trouble, I still have a few hundred yuan in my wallet, take it all, but please spare me, good fellows!"

"You seem reasonable enough, so let's not beat around the bush, we'll take the wine pot you just bought!"

A young man with a flat face took off his hat, and his blond hair reflected bursts of golden light under the sun.

"So, how much do you plan to pay for it?"

"Is this enough?"

The blond man fumbled in his pocket for a while and brought out a handful of change.

"This... I'm afraid it's not enough..."

"Not enough? Then tell us, how much did you buy your wine pot for?"

An elderly man, with a withered hand, grabbed the back of Song Yun's neck and said with a chuckle, "Really millions?"

"No, it's not..."

"Listen to advice and eat your fill, what's more important, your life or possessions?"

The elderly man said patiently, "You look to be in your twenties, with a bright future ahead of you to squander. Wouldn't it be a huge loss to die right now?"

"You should know, we barefoot individuals aren't afraid of those with shoes. If you really push us, burying you in a hole isn't out of the question!"

"So you all are quite fierce individuals, aren't you?"

"Heh, if you knew our identity, you definitely wouldn't be walking out of this alley today, are you sure you want to ask?"

"Even if I don't ask, you would still be ruthless afterwards, right? After all, with such a large sum involved, if I call the police, you'd be in big trouble. The safest way for you is to ensure I'm silenced forever, isn't it?"

The blond man clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "You're really damn smart, kid! Indeed, we didn't plan on letting you live after today's robbery!"

"Then it's easy," Song Yun said calmly, shaking off his previously meek appearance, "I smell a strong scent of earth on you guys. If you're not farmers, you must be Bao Ding, haven't I guessed right?"

"You really are smart, which means we can't let you go even more!"

A vicious look flashed in the blond man's eyes, and he threw a punch straight at Song Yun's throat; if it connected, the force would shatter his Adam's apple.

But at the last moment, an extremely sturdy arm grabbed the blond man's neck and hoisted him up in the air.

"Who are you? I'm warning you, don't meddle in others' business, or our weapons won't discriminate!"

A man pulled out a dagger from his pocket and waved it in the air.

The newcomer was none other than Huang Baoding; since Song Yun preferred not to draw attention, all the security forces were protecting him covertly.

"Courting death!"

Huang Baoding casually threw Huang Mao to the ground, his big foot stomping down on Huang Mao's chest.

At that moment, Huang Mao felt at least half of his ribs were fractured. Who exactly was this unknown visitor?

"Huang, take it easy. Once we're done, we'll hand him over to the police station. After all, we're law-abiding citizens who prefer to keep our hands clean if possible."

Song Yun delivered an elbow strike to the old man behind him, who was sent flying and lay on the ground, life or death unknown.

The others then realized they had encountered a thorny situation today! This young man was truly playing possum! What on earth had Huang Dabao provoked?

"Boss, you go ahead with your business; I'll take care of this scum without dirtying your hands."

Huang Baoding's face grew progressively darker as he charged at the remaining thugs with his bare hands.

Song Yun shrugged his shoulders. You folks are blinded by greed, daring to make a move without even knowing the identity of the person you're trying to extort. If you're not asking to die, who is?

No longer paying attention to the battlefield here, Song Yun headed to Lijade Pavilion, and after revealing his identity, the general manager invited him into the VIP customer reception room.

"Mr. Song, your material is extremely precious, so our masters will visualize it in their minds for a day before starting. This causes the process to be a bit slow, so I hope for your understanding, Mr. Song!"

"No problem, as long as the work meets my expectations."

After reviewing a few completed pieces of jewelry, Song Yun nodded in satisfaction. The reputation of Lijade Pavilion was indeed well-founded; they were justified in claiming to be the best craftsmen in Magic Capital.

"Boss, everything has been dealt with."

Huang Baoding entered and respectfully reported. To be honest, he was now a bit envious of those people at the police station, who received praise for doing essentially nothing.

"Okay, let's go home."

...

For many days, Song Yun was at home voraciously absorbing all knowledge about antiques. His brain, enhanced by the system, indeed had an astounding memory. What others took years to fully comprehend, Song Yun managed in a few days without having to use his clairvoyant powers to verify the authenticity and age of an antique.

Just as Song Yun was thinking of practicing his skills on the antique street of the Town God's Temple, an uninvited guest arrived.

Looking at Ouyang Jie standing outside with a goofy smile, rubbing the back of his head, Song Yun couldn't contain his anger. He still remembered the embarrassing run-around he'd gotten from the youngster previously at the Ouyang Family home.

"Big brother-in-law..."

"Are you looking to practice with me?"

At the sound of Song Yun's icy words, Ouyang Jie shuddered and quickly tried to make amends with a grin, "Heh heh, Brother Song! Brother Song!"

"Spit it out, what's brought you to Magic Capital?"

"Ah, don't you know about the big event that recently happened in Magic Capital?"

Ouyang Jie seemed quite surprised. Logically, as the wealthiest man in Magic Capital, Song Yun should have eyes and ears everywhere and be the first to know about any changes!

"Keep hiding it from me, and I'll beat you!"

"No no no..." Ouyang Jie quickly admitted his fault with his hands clasped together, "Magic Capital has recently unearthed an underground relic site. It's said that its full excavation could lead to earth-shattering research results. I've been assigned by my superiors to ensure the personal safety of the experts involved."

"An underground relic site?"

Song Yun stroked his chin in thought. Wouldn't there be lots of antiques inside? Compared to visiting the Town God's Temple, a place riddled with fakes, it would be better to go there and broaden his horizons!

"Brother, can I go along?"

"This..."

Ouyang Jie appeared a bit troubled and hesitantly said, "Big brother-in-law..."