43: Who is the real boss?

Hearing the customers in the shop announce their names one by one, the Tattooed strong man was completely dumbfounded.

These people included not only managers of large companies and stewards of major families, but also members of prominent families in Borton City.

There was even a councilor from Borton City.

None of them were someone a mere community administrator like him could afford to offend.

But why would such big shots come to this second-hand shop?

The Tattooed Big Man frowned deeply, stood properly, and tried to think of an excuse to leave this place.

Seeing that the helper he had brought had made Qin Yun behave obediently, The Black Young Man felt very pleased.

But why wasn't his good Buddy saying anything?

Probably waiting to collect the money.

As for these customers, no matter how powerful they were, they couldn't interfere in this community.

Eager to take revenge on Qin Yun, The Black Young Man stepped forward to provoke him.

He stood with his hands on his hips, looking smug, perfectly embodying the role of a lackey.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and pay the fine and deposit!"

"If my big brother gets unhappy, your shop won't be able to stay open!"

"Haven't you asked around? Do you think you can mess with me?"

The Black Young Man raised his head proudly, waiting for Qin Yun to obediently submit.

Seeing the Tattooed strong man's grave expression, Qin Yun knew that these people must understand the power of the customers in the shop.

They definitely wouldn't cause trouble.

As for The Black Young Man, he was like a mad dog, barking wildly as he approached.

Qin Yun couldn't be bothered to deal with such a clueless idiot.

The Collector in the shop was surprised that the guy who had acted like a clown earlier dared to step forward and provoke.

Everyone shook their heads without saying a word.

Talking to such a person would be beneath them.

"With just one phone call, I can have all of you fired without a single cent in compensation."

Seeing the poor quality of the community management staff, the councilor named Mark couldn't hold back and scolded them.

Since they were technically under his jurisdiction, he couldn't help but speak up.

Hearing Mark's threat, The Black Young Man burst into laughter.

"You're killing me! Keep pretending! My Buddy is an official Staff Member, not..."

Before The Black Young Man could finish his sentence, the Buddy he mentioned couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut up!"

"Who do you think you are to talk to them like that?"

After angrily scolding The Black Young Man, the Tattooed strong man stepped forward and slapped him.

The Black Young Man fell to the ground, one side of his face swollen, looking at his good Buddy with innocent eyes, not understanding why.

Weren't they on the same side? Why was his big brother hitting his own man?

Still unsatisfied, the Tattooed strong man stepped forward and kicked The Black Young Man, then abandoned him.

He walked directly to the group of big shots, bowing respectfully and apologizing.

"I'm sorry, this kid doesn't know any better. I'll make sure to educate him properly for you."

"I'll cut ties with him afterward and never dare to cause trouble in this shop again!"

"Please forgive me this time. I was blind and offended the wrong people."

The Tattooed strong man bent his waist low, his legs trembling slightly, feeling very uneasy inside.

How could he have listened to The Black Young Man's slander and come to cause trouble at this shop?

Every big shot in the shop was extraordinary; any one of them could easily strip him of his position or even take his life.

This kind of shop was simply not something he could afford to offend.

His lackey had no sense at all; even after the big shots revealed their backgrounds, he still had the nerve to provoke.

If this guy wanted to die, he shouldn't drag others down with him.

If he was lucky enough to leave safely, he would need to properly discipline this reckless lackey.

The Collector in the shop wasn't very satisfied with the Tattooed strong man's apology.

"Is this your attitude? You should apologize to Qin Yun!"

"Apologizing to us is useless; Qin Yun needs to be satisfied."

"Behave properly from now on, or don't stay in this position!"

...The group didn't care much about such a small fry, but to leave a good impression on Qin Yun, they all took turns scolding him.

Hearing the big shots' instructions, the Tattooed strong man walked over to Qin Yun.

"I'll never dare to cause trouble in this shop again. As long as I'm around, I guarantee no one will dare to disturb this place!"

"I was blind and didn't recognize important people. I listened to a villain's slander and acted unreasonably."

"After I go back, I'll behave properly and discipline my lackeys."

"Please be magnanimous and forgive me this time!"

Realizing that the shop owner was the key to resolving the situation, the Tattooed strong man lowered his attitude even further.

"Get lost! I never want to see this person around my shop again!"

Qin Yun waved his hand, telling him to leave quickly.

"Thank you."

"I'll behave properly and discipline my lackeys from now on."

Seeing that the shop owner had forgiven him, the Tattooed strong man quickly bowed in gratitude.

Then he turned and ordered his lackeys: "Drag this guy away!"

Two lackeys grabbed The Black Young Man's arms and dragged him outside.

Amid The Black Young Man's cries of pain, the previously arrogant Staff Members all fled in disarray.

"Thank you for speaking up for me; otherwise, today would have been troublesome."

Qin Yun clasped his hands in gratitude toward the Collector.

The group of Collectors stepped aside modestly.

"It's what we should do."

"We should be thanking you for letting us buy good things here."

After speaking, the Collectors quickly turned their attention back to the collectibles.

The shop became lively again, as if nothing had happened earlier.

As evening approached, the Collectors had all bought the collectibles they liked and left satisfied.

Before leaving, they reminded Qin Yun to contact them once the harley motorcycle and antique furniture were repaired.

After the Collectors left, only a few antiques remained in the shop, so Qin Yun told everyone to close up.

All the collectibles in the shop had turned into cash, and he was very satisfied now.

It seemed the trip to Salem had been quite fruitful.

Not only had he found precious treasures, but he had also made connections with so many Collectors.

In the future, good items would surely sell quickly.

He could now focus his energy on Warehouse Auctions.

Julia was excitedly calculating today's revenue.

Seeing over three hundred thousand in earnings in just one day, she felt genuinely happy for Qin Yun.

If this happened a few times a month, Qin Yun would soon become a big shot in Borton City.

Seeing the income of over three hundred thousand, Qin Yun was also very happy.

He now had nearly a hundred in cash, giving him the ability to compete for any kind of warehouse.

"Since we have time now, let's go to the restorer's house."

Thinking about the ming dynasty furniture that still needed repair, Qin Yun suggested going now.

Julia nodded in agreement, so the two of them headed to the address Hank had given.

Arriving at the furniture restorer's house, they found it in a desolate suburb.

There were only a few households around.

The restorer's house had no fence or garden, just a small two-story building made of wood.

After years of exposure to wind and sun, the house looked very dilapidated.

"Qin, did we come to the wrong place? How could a master who works at a museum live in such a simple place?"

Seeing the surroundings, especially the dilapidated house, Julia couldn't help voicing her doubts.

Seeing the wooden house in front of him, which had a Great Xia Kingdom style, Qin Yun felt very familiar and couldn't help but step forward to examine it closely.

Looking at the carvings on the wooden door, they were simple and ancient, giving a feeling of freehand landscape painting.

With just a few simple strokes, the essence of the landscape was fully expressed, captivating anyone who saw it.

On the pillars on either side of the door, many lions were carved in various poses.

Although faded by the passage of time, the lions still retained their charm.

Their expressions were vivid, and their eyes were bright and lively, as if they were alive.

Seeing this, Qin Yun couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Only the carving craftsmanship of the Xia Kingdom can withstand the test of time, possessing a divine and natural beauty!"