After arriving in Penglai, Cai Jianzhong smiled and said, "Master Fang, it's getting late, let's find a place to stay first."

"Why, no food and accommodation are provided for the event?" Fang Yuan was a little surprised.

"Master Fang, you have to understand that this is a private gathering. Everyone came for the common purpose and determined the specific time and place, but no one said that they were responsible for it." Cai Jianzhong explained: "So everyone came at their own expense, but don't worry, I booked the hotel in advance and just checked in."

"Okay." Fang Yuan nodded. He was not that delicate either. He could just have a place to stay, and he didn't need any high-end five-star hotels or the like.

After searching, the two of them checked in a hotel, then had a meal, chatted, and went to rest.

The next morning, Fang Yuan washed up and found that Cai Jianzhong's door was closed, thinking that he had not gotten up yet. However, when he walked into the hall, he found a note on the table. He was curious and picked it up and looked at it, and he was speechless.

The note was left by Cai Jianzhong. It was probably the content of it that he received a call from an old friend in the early morning and asked him to go out for breakfast. He originally wanted to call Shang Fangyuan, but he saw that he was still sleeping, so he simply left by himself.

Cai Jianzhong was also very careful and left a detailed address in the notes, allowing him to get up and go there directly.

Fang Yuan glanced at him and didn't want to join in the fun, but suddenly he thought that birds of a feather flocked to each other. Cai Jianzhong's old friend must be a powerful creator. Since he decided to participate in the exchange activities, he must make friends.

At this moment, Fang Yuan changed his mind. Remember the address on the note and left the hotel and stopped the car.

The address is not far away, just a dozen minutes' drive away. The driver didn't cheat anyone. He went straight from the nearest road and soon stopped next to a classical teahouse.

Fang Yuan paid to get out of the car, looked up at the sign: "Baofulou!"

The name is quite auspicious and the decoration is very elegant. Fang Yuan walked in and immediately felt an ancient style coming to his face. The clean marble floor, the retro counter, the hollow window flowers, the screen, and a string of gorgeous palace lanterns hanging on the top, which was very magnificent and high-end.

"Just have breakfast. But I really know how to enjoy it when I come to such a high-end place." Fang Yuan sighed, and a cheongsam girl came swaying.

The cheongsam girl smiled brightly and her voice was soft: "Sir. May I ask..."

"Look for someone." Fang Yuan said directly: "Narcissus Pavilion!"

"Sir. Please come here." The girl in the cheongsam led her hand and led her way in front.

Fang Yuan naturally followed behind, but when he walked into the corridor, a man with a manager suddenly waved to the side, "Xiaoyu, come here."

The cheongsam girl stopped and turned back apologetically: "Sir, Narcissus Pavilion is at the end of the corridor. Can you go by yourself?"

"No problem." Fang Yuan must not care, he is not a bad guest. He has to make things difficult for others.

"Thank you sir." The girl in the cheongsam smiled gratefully and turned around and left quickly.

At this time, Fang Yuan also went deep into the corridor. After walking through three or four private rooms, he saw a small nameplate inlaid on the lintel of a room, which happened to be the three characters of Narcissus Pavilion.

"It's here." Fang Yuan came down and habitually reached out and knocked on the door.

After two ticking sounds, a silence came from inside, and an old voice came: "Come in."

Fang Yuan pushed the door and saw that the space inside was not large, about ten square meters, and at the entrance was a simple plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum screen. Behind the screen was the place to drink tea.

At this time, Fang Yuan vaguely saw a person sitting inside through the screen. Without thinking too much, he walked around the screen and walked inside, and saw an old man sitting among them.

The old man was about seventy years old, his eyebrows and beard were white, and he seemed to have some worries, so he sat there. Fang Yuan only saw the old man in the private room, but he didn't see Cai Jianzhong, so he naturally spoke: "Cai..."

"Why are you here now?" At the same time, the old man said unhappy: "I'll wait for you for more than ten minutes. If you don't come again, I'll leave."

"Uh?" Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

"Stop talking nonsense." The old man looked very anxious and suddenly took out a small box in his pocket. He seemed to be reluctant to let it go, but he seemed to have thought of something. His expression fainted slightly, and then he said, "I brought the thing, I promised one million. I hand in hand the money and the other hand in hand the goods."

Fang Yuan brows moved, feeling that there seemed to be some misunderstandings in it, and immediately spoke again: "This old man, you are Cai..."

Actually, he wanted to ask, are you Master Cai’s friend?

Unexpectedly, the old man was really impatient and interrupted with a stern face: "Yes, I am Cai Cheng. I have brought the things, what else do you have to worry about?"

While speaking, the old man opened the box directly and signaled: "If you want to inspect the goods, just look at it."

Fang Yuan's eyes naturally looked at it, but saw a golden light shining, and he saw that there was a piece of metal in the box. I don't know if it was copper or gold, but there was a yellow luster floating under the light.

At first glance, Fang Yuan's heart was shocked and his heart beat violently a few times.

"Did you see clearly? It's not fake?" the old man snorted: "If my grandson hadn't been hospitalized due to illness and an urgent need for a surgical fee, I wouldn't have sold it."

At this moment, Fang Yuan was completely sure that the old man had a misunderstanding, thinking that he was buying things for someone. No matter why the old man had such a misunderstanding, Fang Yuan decided at this moment... he would be wrong.

Fang Yuan's mind was full of thoughts and his mind was running quickly, and then he asked: "Old sir, is it okay to transfer money by one million?"

"Didn't you agree to check? What's the transfer?" the old man frowned and said, "One million should be a drop in the bucket for your boss. Are you worried about bringing it?"

Fang Yuan smiled and said softly: "Sir, what is your bank account number? In fact, transferring money is faster and it saves you the trouble of redemption."

The old man thought about it and felt that this was reasonable, so he reached out to take out a bank card from his underwear pocket and said, "You ask your boss to transfer the money to this card."

"Okay, wait a moment." Fang Yuan took out his mobile phone, opened the mobile banking, and made quick operations, and transferred the money directly into the old man's bank account.

The old man's bank card should also be linked to his mobile phone number. He didn't have much time, so he received a message prompt. He took out his reading glasses and repeatedly confirmed the amount on the message, and after repeated confirmation that he had received one million, he nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "I received the money, please take the things away."

After saying this, the old man had a sense of sadness and joy in his eyes. I was happy that with this money, his grandson's surgery would definitely be able to go smoothly. The price was that from then on, the things in the box would no longer belong to him.

Thinking of this, the old man was naturally very sad and had a lonely expression. He was immersed in this complex emotion and naturally ignored the abnormality in the bank text message prompts.

The so-called abnormality is naturally not the error in the amount, but the difference between the transferor. If the old man looks carefully, he will definitely find that the person who transferred the money to him is not the person he knows, but a strange name.

Fang Yuan had already thought of an excuse, but when he saw that the old man didn't ask, he was happy and worried that he would change. He quickly put away the thing. The moment his finger touched the metal card, he could completely confirm that the thing was as expected, it must be a fragment of the magic weapon of the country.

When he was in Wudang Mountain, he got fragments like this. And the things were hidden in his safe. He also studied them two days ago and was naturally impressed.

Now when he saw it, he had the urge to buy it. Then he really bought it. Being rich means being willful.

Fang Yuan was also very happy when he got the things and turned around and was about to leave. When he walked out of the door, he suddenly thought of something and turned back again: "Old sir, I wish your grandson a successful operation, a safe life and a hundred years of life!"

"Uh?" The old man was stunned for a moment and responded subconsciously: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, goodbye!" Fang Yuan waved his hand and really left. After leaving the Narcissus Pavilion, he immediately called Cai Jianzhong and said directly: "Master Cai, I'm in Baofu Building, where are you?"

"Here you come." Cai Jianzhong's brisk laughter came from his phone: "Someone has booked the Narcissus Pavilion. We are in the Peony Pavilion upstairs, you can just come up."

"Received." Fang Yuan hung up his phone, found the stairs, and ran up. As soon as he went up the second floor, he saw the nameplate of the Peony Pavilion and knocked on the door lightly.

At this moment, Cai Jianzhong's voice came from the room: "Master Fang, are you here?"

"Crack!" The door opened, but Fang Yuan was stunned, because it was not Cai Jianzhong who appeared at the door, but a beauty in her 20s, with a single ponytail, full of youthful vitality.

The beauty looked at Fang Yuan curiously, then turned sideways and said, "Come in."

Fang Yuan also saw through the crack in the door. As expected, Cai Jianzhong was sitting, and he walked in with confidence.

At this time, Cai Jianzhong stood up to welcome him, smiling and said, "Master Fang, come and introduce you to a few friends."

Fang Yuan nodded and looked up, but saw three or four people sitting in the box. Among them, the one sitting in the main seat was an old man in his eighties. He had a face in his font, long arms, protruding fingers and metacarpodia, and rough cocoons. He knew at a glance that he would definitely do craftsmanship like Cai Jianzhong.

On both sides of this person, there were two middle-aged people and one young man. Fang Yuan looked at it a little and could basically confirm that the two middle-aged people and the young man, including the beauty behind him, should be the disciples of that person.

In fact, Cai Jianzhong is the same. Although he seems to be accompanying Fang Yuan alone, his apprentices seem to be busy with the tasks he assigned, and it will take one or two days to come.
Chapter completed!