Chapter 11 Public Vehicles

　　The young woman seemed to feel a warmth behind her. She was a little annoyed. She thought that the young man was quite handsome, but she didn't expect that he was so perverted. She looked back with resentment, trying to vent her dissatisfaction.

　　But when she turned back, she was scared out of her wits. The handsome guy behind her had disappeared and was replaced by a man with a pair of filthy glasses, revealing obscene bumps on his face. His smile was very disgusting.

　　A scream came from the young woman's throat. The driver's hand trembled and he almost crashed the bus. Fortunately, he was experienced in driving, so he turned the steering wheel in a hurry and stepped heavily on the brake, avoiding a big disaster.

　　Even so, the bus still skidded on to the road shoulder and had to stop.

　　At this time, the young woman, like a mad tigress, stretched out her slender fingernails and ruthlessly grabbed at the face of the spectacled man.

　　The spectacled man didn't expect that the young woman who had seemed to enjoy his advances would suddenly attack him. Caught off guard, his face was scratched badly by the young woman's beautiful nails.

　　The spectacled man howled like a pig being slaughtered.

　　"Pervert... I'll beat you to death. How dare you take advantage of me..." The young woman said.

　　For a moment, Jacob Ye finally understood what had happened. He thought to himself that this man was so bold that he dared to do such a thing in broad daylight.

　　Seeing this scene, the other passengers understood what had happened. Immediately, several young men with a sense of justice came forward and were about to take down the wretched man.

　　The wretched man took out a dagger from his waist and said fiercely, "I don't think anyone here should meddle in others' business."

　　There was always a sense of justice in the society, but justice could only be served within one’s own abilities. Seeing the dagger in the man's hand, those young men who came forward immediately hesitated.

　　Most of the other passengers in the bus saw this situation and hurriedly got off. A moment later, only the young woman, the spectacled man, and Jacob Ye, who had not got off the bus in time, were the only ones left in the bus.

　　Seeing the wretched man in front of her, the young woman was so angry that her face turned red. She was obsessed with cleanliness, and being taken advantage of by such an indecent and filthy man made her want to strangle him to death.

　　"B*stard, sc*m..." The young woman scolded all the foul words she could think of. Her foul words made Jacob Ye feel ashamed.

　　The wretched man didn't expect that the young woman in front of him to be so stubborn. He immediately cursed fiercely, "B*tch, it's your fortune to have me take advantage of you. Go and ask about me. What kind of person am I?"

　　"You..." The young woman face reddened with anger.

　　Jacob Ye couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted, "Hey, buddy..."

　　"What? Do you want to meddle in my business?" The wretched man thundered.

　　Jacob Ye waved his hand and said, "Spectacle bro, right? I don't dare to meddle in your business."

　　"It's good that you know that. You know what's good for you. Get out of here." The spectacled man shook the dagger in his hand.

　　At this time, Jacob Ye rushed forward with his right hand, turning his palm, hitting hard on the wrist of the spectacled man.

　　The spectacled man only felt a heart-wrenching pain on his wrist. With a howl, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground. Jacob Ye seized the opportunity to twist his arm and gave him a side kick. The spectacled man's thin body flew out of the bus and hit some trees outside.

　　The spectacled man let out a strange cry. These pine trees were covered with green thorns. After being stabbed by the thorns, he was itching and in pain. The spectacled man rolled about, in obvious pain and discomfort.

　　After a while, several young men stepped forward and cornered him on the spot.

　　Not long after, the police arrived at the scene and sent the spectacled man into a police car. A few witnesses followed them. It was not until then that Jacob Ye felt the young woman's resentful eyes on him before he left.

　　The dispute had finally ended.

　　Now the bus had moved to an ancient antique street in Oakdale.

　　Although Jacob Ye had studied in Oakdale for a few years, he had not been to this place. He had nothing to do, so he wandered on the street.

　　It is now afternoon. The Antique Street was not as busy as it was in the morning. Occasionally there was a stall on the side of the street, but there was no business at all. There were shops on both sides of the street - antique shops and jade shops.

　　A man dressed as a farm worker hurried to a shop nearby.

　　This store was called the Tang Antique Store. Jacob Ye also followed him in. The store was decorated in an antique style, making people feel at peace as soon as they entered.

　　The farm worker hesitated and asked, "Boss, do you accept ancient paintings here?" Then he took out a painting from the long parcel behind him.

　　The boss of the antique shop was a shifty man. At first glance, it was obvious that he was a profiteer. He stepped forward to check the painting first.

　　The farm worker nodded, took out the parcel behind him, carefully opened it, and then unfolded the painting on the counter.

　　Jacob Ye had never been in touch with the arts. He also stopped and looked at the ancient painting with interest.

　　The painting was nearly one meter long and 40 centimetres wide. It was an ink painting of a mountain. The painting was quite ancient and majestic. The brush and ink were fine and the layout was plain. The style was very elegant. In the lower right corner of the ancient painting, a seal, somewhat blurred, had been stamped.

　　The owner of the antique shop took a magnifying glass and to examine the painting carefully. He scrutinised the painting from head to toe, then carefully looked at the signature seal and thought for a moment.

　　After a while, he put down the magnifying glass and said with no interest, "Although the inscription on the painting scroll is Ben Gu's, the style of the painting seems to be a counterfeit. The value of this painting is not great. Why don't you go somewhere else?"

　　"How is it possible? This has been passed down from my ancestors... Boss, are you mistaken?" The farm worker was stunned and did not believe what the antique shop owner had said.

　　The antique store owner smiled and said, "Although Ben Gu is famous, most of his works in the market are fake. Your painting was copied by later generations. It's not easy for you to come all the way here. How about this, I’ll pay for your transportation? 100 yuan. What do you think?"

　　This boss's words were not wrong. Most of Ben Gu's paintings available were counterfeit, so it was difficult to find authentic ones.

　　Even so, the imitation painting was very similar in style to Ben Gu's. It had good painting skills and some art value. However, the antique industry was complicated, and the farm worker was somewhat dim. Naturally, the boss wanted to take this painting at the lowest cost possible.

　　"100 yuan? That's too little. You are not lying to me, are you?" The farm worker asked suspiciously.

　　Hearing the words of the farm worker, the owner of the antique shop seemed to have been greatly insulted. He patted his chest and said, "Brother, I swear. You can ask around, What kind of place is my antique shop? I run an honest business and do not bully customers. It is not easy for you to come all the way here, so I will give you some money. If it were someone else, this lowly painting and calligraphy might even be used as waste paper..."