He's Actually A Sexy Girl? I Erected!-Chapter 491 - : Young people, it’s normal to be a bit wild_1

Chapter 491: Young people, it’s normal to be a bit wild_1

“Awesome…”

The audience, as if they had won a great victory, began to cheer wildly.

Han Xiaoxiao was also caught up in the atmosphere and joined in with a few shouts.

Then she turned her head, curious, to look at Tang Feng.

Although he hadn’t said a word throughout, this matter was inextricably linked to him.

The sudden change in Xi Changling’s attitude and his harsh scolding of Qian Mu were entirely because the old man had disrespected Tang Feng.

The way the fans defended him like this was enough to show Tang Feng’s status in their hearts.

This couldn’t help but arouse her curiosity.

Was the antique circle also this crazy now?

Fans were reaching such lengths to defend their idols.

She had to admit, the shock Tang Feng brought her today was more than she’d experienced in her previous twenty-something years combined.

Just then, the hotel manager returned, respectfully reporting, “Mr. Xi, Mr. Tang’s room has been arranged.”

Xi Changling waved him off, letting him leave, and then turned to face Tang Feng with respect, “Mr. Tang, your room is ready and you may check in now. You may stay as long as you like.”

“As I’ve already said, it isn’t me who will be staying, but my friend,” Tang Feng pointed to Han Xiaoxiao beside him.

“It’s all the same, all the same,” Xi Changling said with a “I understand” look on his face.

It’s quite normal for young people to be a bit wild.

Especially for someone like Tang Feng, who became famous at a young age, how many could resist the temptation of beauty?

He’d been through that age himself and knew all about it.

Tang Feng rolled his eyes, not bothering to explain any further.

“Mr. Tang, I recently bought a painting and consulted many experts, but they were unsure about it. I was wondering if you could do me the honor of taking a look at it for me?” Xi Changling watched Tang Feng’s expression carefully, fearful of irritating him.

Having owed Tang Feng such a huge favor, he naturally would not refuse such a small request, “Go get it, and find me in my friend’s room.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll go get it right now,” Xi Changling said, overjoyed, and hastily instructed the manager beside him, “You personally take Mr. Tang to the room. If you dare to neglect Mr. Tang, see how I’ll deal with you.”

The manager, now wishing he could kneel and call Tang Feng “grandfather,” how could he dare to neglect him?

He hurried over to Tang Feng with quick, short steps, just like a little eunuch in a TV drama.

“Mr. Tang, please follow me.”

After saying this, he carefully led the way in front.

Tang Feng and Han Xiaoxiao followed the manager to the room.

The three of them took the elevator to the 23rd floor.

This was Tang Feng’s first visit to the presidential suite, and like Han Xiaoxiao, he was full of curiosity.

The manager led the way and soon brought the two to the outside of a room.

Before they even entered, the two were stunned by the room’s doors.

The two doors combined were about three meters wide, and the doorframe was nearly three meters high.

Both doors were painted a large, majestic vermilion.

Not to mention anything else, just these doors alone were larger than many people’s gates, making it hard to imagine they were the doors to a hotel room.

The manager carefully pushed open both doors, and asked the two to enter first.

When Tang Feng and Han Xiaoxiao entered the room, they were shocked once again.

The ceiling of this room was at least five meters high, offering a very expansive view.

The hall alone was over a hundred square meters.

The sofas, tables and chairs, chandeliers, and various ornaments were all high-end and luxurious, clearly the work of top-notch designers.

There were four or five bedrooms within the suite, each spanning a generous forty to fifty square meters, large enough to do somersaults in.

Passing through the hall to the balcony, they found it equally spacious, around seventy to eighty square meters.

Standing on the balcony, one could even overlook the entirety of Zhonghai City.

Not to mention the bathroom, meeting room, and kitchen—all were the epitome of luxury.

What was more, the overall style of the room was very harmonious, without giving off the vibe of a nouveau riche.

Tang Feng and Han Xiaoxiao had been wandering around for a good ten minutes and still hadn’t seen the whole house.

According to the manager, the house was close to a thousand square meters, about the size of two basketball courts.

It was no exaggeration to say that Tang Feng’s current rental was not even as big as one of their bathrooms.

Ever since Han Xiaoxiao stepped in, she had been exclaiming in admiration.

She had imagined what this presidential suite would be like before.

But it was only upon seeing it with her own eyes that she realized how her poverty had limited her imagination.

Hurriedly, she took out her phone to take photos as souvenirs, afraid that she might never have the chance to stay in such a high-class place again.

The manager in attendance did not show even a hint of disdain for their country-bumpkin reactions.

At least he didn’t dare to show it outwardly.

After all, Tang Feng was the idol of their big boss, and by seniority, he should be considered his ancestor.

If he dared show even a hint of contempt, he would probably be rolling up his bedding and getting the sack tonight.

While the two were leisurely strolling through the room, Xi Changling had already come in with a scroll in hand.

“Mr. Tang, are you satisfied with this room?”

“Very satisfied, thank you, Mr. Xi,” Tang Feng nodded in approval.

“Mr. Tang, I’m a few years older than you, and if you don’t mind, you can just call me Mr. Xi, and please don’t call me ‘Mr. Xi’ anymore. It sounds a bit awkward,” Xi Changling suggested, clearly wanting to use the opportunity to get closer to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng did not refuse his kind gesture, “Alright then, Mr. Xi, and please don’t call me ‘Mr. Tang’ either.”

“Sure, I’ll call you Mr. Tang then, and you can help your big brother take a look at this painting first,” Xi Changling said as he gently unrolled the scroll on the table.

Tang Feng stepped forward, focusing his gaze on the painting.

Han Xiaoxiao, also curious, came over to see how he would authenticate it.

Tang Feng did not activate the scanning system immediately, wanting to test his own eyes first.

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He had been consciously trying to rely less and less on the system, afraid of becoming dependent on it.

It was better to solve problems with his real abilities first, and only when he couldn’t, to then turn to the system.

The painting was about one meter seventy in length, and roughly fifty centimeters in width.

It depicted three men, one horse, and three parasol trees.

However, it was clear to see that the style of the white horse did not match that of the characters and parasol trees; it did not seem to be the work of the same hand.

Tang Feng’s brows immediately knitted together.

Xi Changling’s heart instinctively skipped a beat at this sight.

It was like going to see a doctor: one doesn’t fear good news or bad news, but fears the doctor suddenly sighing.

Does this mean… there’s no hope?