Volume One: Beihai Qin Yang Chapter 36: Seeking Shelter for the Night

Driving away, he recalled that he was currently living at the company, as his apartment was still under renovation. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving his little sister alone in a hotel. After considering his options, it seemed the only solution was to find an acquaintance and ask to stay for the night.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts: Zhang Mengqi, Su Ying, Ye Meier, Wu Yaoyao—he knew them all well, but wasn’t sure who to turn to. At last, rather helplessly, he settled on Su Ying. They both worked at the same company, so it would be convenient if anything came up—and most importantly, he actually knew where Su Ying lived.

As for Wu Yaoyao, although he’d helped her before, their friendship hadn’t reached that level yet.

Su Ying received Qin Yang’s call. Especially after what she’d seen that afternoon—he’d looked quite upset—so when she heard he was coming over, she took the trouble to tidy up her place.

When she went to open the door, she found him standing there, with a girl in his arms.

“Oh, come on, Qin Yang, you can’t be serious! You bring a little girl here in this state and expect me to take her in?” Su Ying was clearly annoyed.

“What little girl? She’s my sister,” he replied.

“Your sister?” Su Ying’s mind was spinning. “Your actual sister?”

“Of course. I’m staying at the company dorms right now, which isn’t convenient. So I have to trouble you this time.”

At this, her displeasure melted away and she grinned. “Oh, is that all? Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

She gave him a playful reproach, rolling her eyes at him.

Qin Yang felt wronged. He’d barely stepped in the door—had she given him a chance to explain?

He laid his sister on the bed and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Later, as they sat in the living room, Su Ying recalled the events of the afternoon. “Qin Yang, what happened earlier today? I heard people saying you left in a real hurry.”

He gave a small laugh, “Nothing serious—it’s all sorted now. Thanks for your help with that. I’ll come by tomorrow to pick up my sister.”

He politely declined Su Ying’s offer to stay longer and stepped outside, calling Wang Hu. He’d left in such a rush earlier that he hadn’t had time to deal with the bodies—he’d have to send someone over.

Wang Hu, upon receiving Qin Yang’s instructions, responded promptly. Business had gone well this time—they’d made eighty million US dollars—so he transferred a million to Wang Hu.

As for the money he owed Ye Meier, he had no intention of paying her back. She wasn’t short of cash, and besides, she’d be needing his help eventually.

He had no time to deal with Feng Real Estate for now—he’d wait until his sister had left. For the moment, everything fell quiet again.

But beneath this calm, a storm was brewing.

For reasons unknown, Su Ying didn’t go to work the next day. She spent the morning showing them around Bincheng, though they hadn’t decided where to go in the afternoon.

Zhang Yiming and Wang Hao both called, telling him there was an exclusive antique exchange that afternoon and asking if he was interested.

He had plenty of free time, so he agreed.

The venue was the Marriott Hotel.

Seeing the address, Qin Yang couldn’t help but smile. The last time he’d been there, it had caused quite a stir. He hadn’t expected to be back so soon.

But today the place was closed to the public. Without an invitation, he was stopped at the entrance.

Qin Ling’er pouted. “Brother, isn’t this a hotel? Why won’t they let us in?”

He smiled patiently at his sister. “Today, only VIPs are allowed in. Of course it’s closed off. Let me call Brother Wang and have him meet us.”

Su Ying stood beside him, a touch of jealousy in her eyes. He really did treat his sister with extraordinary care—so gentle and considerate.

“Brother Wang, I’m at the door, but I don’t have an invitation,” he said into the phone.

“Brother Qin, wait right there—I’ll come get you myself. Sorry about that, I forgot to send you an invitation.”

A few minutes later, both Zhang Yiming and Wang Hao came out together. Seeing the two women with him, they looked curious. “And these are?”

“This is my sister, Qin Ling’er—she came along for fun. And this is my colleague Su Ying.”

With that, they headed inside. The security guards, seeing their bosses arrive, straightened up immediately. They looked at Qin Yang in shock—they never would have guessed this young man had such influence, enough to warrant a personal welcome.

Inside the hotel, more than thirty bodyguards were stationed, keeping a watchful eye on the premises.

The guests were all either magnates or local tycoons—every one of them wealthy. There weren’t many, just over a dozen.

Qin Ling’er’s eyes widened. She’d never seen such beautiful antiques and strolled over to admire them.

“Wow, so pretty!”

Everyone glanced at Qin Yang. To be honest, none of them recognized him, but if Zhang Yiming and Wang Hao were welcoming him personally, he must be someone of significance.

With a glass of red wine in hand, Wang Hao introduced him around, and soon everyone was examining the treasures on display.

Each guest had brought a prized possession—truly exquisite items. Some had been authenticated by renowned experts, while others awaited appraisal; that was the main purpose of the gathering.

Luo Dayou, a master appraiser, nodded at Qin Yang when he arrived. Qin Yang wasn’t surprised to see him here, but what caught his eye was an elderly man in a monk’s robe among the crowd. Everyone seemed to show great respect for this man, even Wang Hao.

Noticing his curiosity, Wang Hao explained with a smile, “That’s Master Yideng—a highly revered figure in Buddhist circles.”

“Oh!” The name Master Yideng sounded familiar. He remembered now—it was mentioned by Old Master Bai Li Song. He’d heard it from the old man himself.

He regarded Master Yideng with newfound respect, just as an argument broke out across the room—apparently a dispute over an appraisal.

Zhu San, holding a black dagger, his face flushed, protested, “Master Luo, are you sure you’re not mistaken? This has been in my family for generations—how could it be a fake?”

“Mr. Zhu, please don’t be upset. I never said it was fake; only that I can’t determine its exact era. The dagger is genuine, but its origin is hard to pin down.”

At that moment, Qin Yang stepped forward, studying the black dagger with a furrowed brow. As a martial artist, he could sense the faint chill emanating from it.

A true weapon.

“Mr. Zhu, would you consider selling it?” Qin Yang asked with a smile.

The people around were puzzled. No one knew the dagger’s true history—wasn’t it risky to buy it sight unseen?

Qin Ling’er pouted. “Brother, you’re not even buying anything for me—what’s so good about that old dagger?”

Zhu San’s mouth twitched. The truth was, the dagger wasn’t a family heirloom—it was just something he’d acquired years ago.

“One million.”

“A million?” The crowd was taken aback. That was a steep asking price—who would buy it at that?

Seeing their reactions, Zhu San quickly amended, “Just kidding—a hundred thousand. If you like it, brother, it’s yours.”

Master Yideng frowned as well. He could tell the dagger was unusual, but as a monk, he wasn’t interested in weapons and didn’t get involved. Neither Wang Hao nor Zhang Yiming wanted it either, so Qin Yang was able to buy the dagger with ease.