After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Zhu Can was not interested at all and said perfunctorily, "You should tell me what it is first. What kind of rubbish is worth my special trip?"

Wang Cheng rubbed his hands and moved closer: "If it's not a real treasure, how could I bother you?"

"I just received the Buddha head last night. I heard that Master Zhu had a debate with Miss Zhao Ji on theology, winning applause from the whole room. I think this item from the Wu Zhou period will also be appreciated by you."

Zhu Can didn't know how the other party could flatter him so much. Miss Zhao was a business lady from Shanghai. At a party where everyone was eating and drinking together, Miss Zhao insisted that no one, whether male or female, could make a move. They had to bow their heads and thank God first.

As the organizer, Zhu Can could not tolerate this bad habit. Someone who had no idea about the sect retorted, "Western gods cannot control Eastern people." After that, he started eating his steak with a small fork. Mrs. Zhu glared at her son, and everyone laughed for a while and started eating.

However, this matter did get out, and Zhu Can also heard that some people said that he was an anti-religious person.

It's very annoying, with inexplicable things, inexplicable people, extremely boring parties, and extremely disgusting people.

Zhu Can put the cup on the table with a "click", and the next second, Mrs. Zhu's slender heels scratched Zhu Can's ankle.

Zhu Can endured the pain and looked towards his biological mother, only to see Mrs. Zhu with a smile: "That's really good luck, our Cancan is good at studying this, Cancan, what do you think?"

Zhu Can turned his head and closed his eyes: "...Yes."

When they were about to leave for Wang Cheng's villa the next day, Zhu Can dragged his feet and didn't want to go. He kept turning around in front of the mirror, just like when he was a child and was anxious about the exam his tutor was going to give.

Dada said with a smile in his accented Chinese: "Alright, young master, he's already very handsome. If you don't want to talk to him, just keep quiet and give him a cold look. That's enough to make him beautiful for the whole day."

Zhu Can scratched his face and answered irrelevantly: "Dada, why is your Mandarin still so bad? Did I record the audio for you well?"

Dada stuck out his tongue: "Isn't this very busy?"

"Go find those burdens of yours again. It's not enough to be my babysitter, but you still have to take care of so many people. You must be exhausted."

Dada's biological mother was a South Asian woman bought by Mrs. Zhu's father. After they had the child, they moved and abandoned the mother and daughter. It was several years later that they remembered to take them away. At this time, Dada always followed his biological mother, and his accent had already been fixed, so he always seemed a little awkward when speaking Chinese.

Wars have been frequent in recent years. When Dada went out to buy vegetables, he happened to meet a child from the same place as him. They met by chance in a foreign country. Although the child was not related to Dada, he had curly hair, thick eyebrows and a high nose like Dada. He worked odd jobs at the dock with a group of orphaned children, earning the lowest wages. Dada got to know him after a few times and often went to take care of those children.

Dada is not Mrs. Zhu's sister, but a maid in the Zhu family. She has some benefits. Dada has her own salary, which is not small, enough for her to subsidize those children with big bellies and thin arms and legs.

Zhu Can rummaged through the bedside table, pulled out some money, and stuffed it all at Dada's door. He turned and walked out the door. When he got in the car, Dada was still chasing him. Zhu Can had no choice but to roll down the window and said to Dada, "I want to eat sea bass tonight."

Dada smiled, and the freckles on his face turned into clusters of flowers: "Okay, young master."

There were many fish sellers at the dock, so Dada didn't have to walk that long. Zhu Can came to the Wang family villa with a bitter face.

As soon as they entered the door, a naked person emerged from the swimming pool in the southeast. Zhu Can got out of the car and stood still. When the other person came closer, he found that he was not completely naked. Wang Cheng was still wearing shorts.

There were a few students playing in the swimming pool, both boys and girls, splashing water on each other and laughing. Zhu Can, dressed in a shirt and trousers, stood in the distance, like a small upright bamboo.

Wang Cheng's shorts were tight fitting and brightly colored, the recently popular royal blue. Under the sun, they looked flat, as if a piece of paint had been smeared on them from thin air. Zhu Can took a look and turned his gaze away.

Shabby.

Wang Cheng felt that the other party was shy.

The best thing about his new villa was the large swimming pool. It wasn't made of cement, but imported porcelain, with a modern blue and white mosaic. If the diplomat hadn't left so quickly and his military connections weren't strong, he wouldn't have been able to get this deal.

"Cancan, you're here. Want to go swimming with me?"

Zhu Can really couldn't help himself this time and rolled his eyes: "No, besides, only my family would call me that. You call me that because you admire my mother and want to usurp my father's position?"

Wang Cheng loved Zhu Can's arrogant and unforgiving nature, like a beautiful little swan. He didn't get angry at this moment, but smiled and said, "It's not necessarily only dad who can call me that..."

Zhu Can blocked the sun with his hands and didn't bother to pay attention. If Mrs. Zhu didn't want to borrow this villa to hold a salon, he wouldn't even want to look at Wang Cheng.

He knew about homosexuality. With the introduction of Western ideas, many people had some understanding of it. Moreover, such things were rare in ancient times. It was just that the veil was lifted a little more now, and many young people also used the excuse of being brothers or sisters to interact with each other.

Zhu Can felt disgusted by Wang Chengyu. The enthusiastic rich ladies before could still reply with a few words out of politeness, but now when they saw him, they really didn't want to say a word.

The students over there were still calling Wang Cheng to go back. Wang Cheng apologized and went over to explain what happened. Zhu Can glanced over and saw that there was still some inseparable tug of war between Wang Cheng and one of the students.

Even more disgusting.

After a while, Wang Cheng came back and asked Zhu Can to sit down first. The servant served him tea. The oolong tea had a strong flavor, and the rising hot steam was incompatible with the golden decoration.

Wang Cheng came out holding a Buddha head.

The stone Buddha statue has no flesh from the neck down, and its face is plump and round, with full cheeks, making it look solemn and kind. However, there is only one small flaw - a bump on the right eyebrow of the Buddha statue, and the streamlined eyebrow stops abruptly before it can close.

"I've had this authenticated, it's genuine."

Zhu Can sat up straight. Although he didn't fully understand Buddhism, he could tell that a Buddha head like this was a recognizable artifact. During the war, many foreigners came to buy and steal it, deceiving people into robbing and chiseling it, leaving this object, which was supposed to be sitting in the grotto, with its head and hands severed and wandering around.

Some people and monks tried to stop them, but without weapons, they would only be driven away.

Wang Cheng continued to chatter, "What a coincidence! I spotted it right away from a bunch of fakes. How dare you fool me with something you use to fool foreigners? This is the real thing! I bought it right away without even considering who I am."

Zhu Can raised his voice: "Did you find out?"

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "My follower Xiao Zhang's ancestors worked in cultural relics protection. He is watching."

Zhu Can thought, what's the point of protecting cultural relics? It's almost the same as digging graves.

Seeing that Wang Cheng was holding it unsteadily, Zhu Can took it himself. It was still very heavy in his hand. He looked at it for a while but couldn't tell whether it was real or not.

"Then the boss agrees to sell you?"

Wang Cheng clapped his hands: "Yes, why not?"

If he doesn't want to, just fight him. It's the boss's blessing if he likes her.

Xiao Zhang and he were strolling around checking out the vendors when they had such good luck. The young boss looked decent, but he had no tact and didn't know how to advance or retreat. He even said he didn't want to sell anything. Xiao Zhang hit him with his crutch and the man fainted.

This time I have to sell it even if I don’t want to.

Of course, Wang Cheng would not say these words. He considers himself a man of high status and would not do such things that are against his will.

Zhu Can looked at it and felt it was a pity that such a thing that had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain had fallen into the hands of someone like Wang Cheng. He moved his fingers and suddenly felt a bulge.

Zhu Can was about to lower his head to take a closer look when Wang Cheng came closer with a smile: "Do you like it?"

Zhu Can did not move his right hand, but looked up at the other party, waiting for Wang Cheng's next words. Sure enough, Wang Cheng coaxed him:

"A gentleman does not take away what others love. If you like it, I will give you the Buddha head."

"I, Wang Cheng, don't ask for much. Calling you 'Cancan'... isn't too much, is it?"