MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 24 when you are old

"...you know me?" The young gentleman was very surprised.

Duan Feizhuo remembered. Yeats in history was indeed obsessed with the occult and could not extricate himself, and even wrote a book about Irish folk tales. In this world line, of course Yeats might be a mystic!

He rushed forward, took Yeats's hand and shook it vigorously, "You are one of the greatest poets of this era, Mr. Yeats! One day your name will be forever engraved in the immortal hall, and all the great poets of all ages All writers are as famous!"

"Oh, oh, thank you..." Yeats still didn't recover, "but how do you know..."

With difficulty, he took his hand out of Duan Feizhuo's, looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "It's not convenient to talk here, please follow me."

He left the alley, pretending to be absent-minded, and walked quickly along the shadows by the side of the street. Duan Feizhuo followed closely behind.

They returned to Charing Cross Road, turned into an alley, and a bookshop appeared ahead. The name of the store is "Golden Beetle Bookstore". The store is small, but it is well organized. There are no clerks in the store. Duan Feizhuo thinks that thieves may love to patronize this bookstore.

"here is…?"

"It's a small shop I invested in." Yeats said with a smile. The vigilant air about him had vanished. "Now we can be frank. You are the nephew of Mr. Joseph Chester. As far as I know, he is dead. He has no children, and the inheritance must be his nephews..."

Yeats' glasses flashed a cold light, "Could it be that you are the new owner of the Secret Realm Trading Company?"

Duan Feizhuo was noncommittal, but asked, "Are you familiar with my uncle?"

"We are half of the same business." Yeats glanced at the bookstore, "It's just that the scope of business is slightly different."

It can be seen that he mainly deals in books, while the secret trading company covers everything.

Since the great William Butler Yeats, the future Nobel laureate, and the famous poet who will go down in history, have all confessed his identity so openly and honestly, it seems a bit out of place for Duan Feizhuo to conceal it any longer.

He reached out to Yeats, "Leopold Chester, owner of the Secret Realm Trading Company."

Yeats smiled and shook hands with him. "I know how you recognized me. The owner of the trading house has extraordinary abilities. Not only can he identify secret items with the naked eye, he can even see the past experience of the owner of an item. That's why you know my identity, Is it right?"

His guess was completely wrong, but Duan Feizhuo didn't intend to correct him. Just let him misunderstand like that, it won't do me any harm anyway. So he just smiled mysteriously.

Yeats asked, "Mr. Chester. Why did you inquire about your uncle in Charing Cross Road?"

Duan Feizhuo said, "I heard that my uncle once bought books on esoteric philosophy in a certain bookstore, but I didn't know the name of the store, so I had to ask around." He looked around Yeats' small bookstore, "Could it be this one? Bar?"

Yeats shook his head, "I know which bookstore you're talking about. Have you heard of the Golden Dawn Society?"

Duan Feizhuo nodded. The Golden Dawn Society was a mystical order that actually existed in Britain in the 19th century, and celebrities such as Yeats and Conan Doyle were members of it.

Yeats went on to say, "The Golden Dawn Association once established a secret stronghold on Charing Cross Road, disguised as a bookstore, and sold books to occultists. But the Golden Dawn Association was wiped out by the Night Police two years ago. I The store opened after that."

Hearing the three fields of "Night Policeman", he couldn't help shivering. He remembered that Z had said that 20 of the 26 members of the Night Watchman had died in the battle against the mystic. Could it be that he was referring to the battle of the Golden Dawn Association? The casualties on the policeman's side were so heavy, the casualties on the mystic's side can also be imagined.

"You are committing a crime against the wind!" Duan Feizhuo blurted out.

Yeats smiled wryly, "Someone has to do this. At least I have some reputation, and night policemen won't just suspect me."

"So, you also sell mysterious philosophy books here?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Yeats looked at him, "You are such a great mystic, what other books do you need?"

I am not, I am not! Duan Feizhuo was roaring inwardly, but he still had to pretend to be calm. If this happens a few more times, Oscar will owe him a statuette.

He thought for a moment and said, "To be honest, I recently took on an apprentice, but I have absolutely no idea how to teach him. I would be very grateful if you could sell me a few books for beginners to quickly master the occult .”

No matter how you listen to this reason, it is somewhat untenable. But to his surprise, Yeats nodded knowingly.

"It's like asking a university scholar to teach children that one plus one equals two, isn't it?" He looked at Duan Feizhuo sympathetically, "It's a waste of your talent and time to teach beginners. If It's me, and I will probably give him a few books to teach him by himself, just like you."

Duan Feizhuo silently apologized to Al who was far away, I am sorry, obviously he needed basic books, but he used Al as an excuse.

"Then you will sell it to me?" he asked.

Yeats touched his chin and thought for a while.

"I want to make a deal with you," he said carefully.

"Isn't buying a book a transaction?"

Yeats smiled slightly, "It's not a simple transaction like buying and selling books. Not long ago, a mystic I knew passed away, and his descendants did not and did not intend to inherit his career. He left behind many books I originally planned to buy it and mystical items. But I contacted it several times and was rejected."

"So, you want me to persuade them to sell the mystic's relic?" Duan Feizhuo said, "I'm afraid my eloquence is not that good."

Yeats said, "It's up to me to persuade them. You just need to walk with me and make a scene for me. The name of the owner of the secret trading house still has a certain appeal in the industry."

Duan Feizhuo understood. It's like calling a few mighty and domineering Dao brothers to support the scene in a group fight. When the opponent sees the professional end, they will naturally run away.

"but…"

"It's not without profit for you to make such a trip." Yeats said, "I just need books, and you can take over those secret items."

But Duan Feizhuo didn't plan to run a trading company seriously, so why did he need so many occult items? Selling blind boxes before was just to help Wei Liu's mother and son, not to make money for himself!

Yeats looked a little embarrassed. "Do you have any concerns? If you have any conditions, feel free to bring them up and we can discuss them."

Duan Feizhuo remained silent. He didn't want to get involved in the mystic's mess anymore. If possible, he would like to stay away from all troubles that might affect his future life as a salted fish.

Yeats observed Duan Feizhuo's expression, and said slowly, "If you think these are not enough, then if you come to my store to buy books in the future, I will give you discounts and professional book buying consultation."

Duan Feizhuo was a little tempted. Although he didn't intend to run a trading firm, he still had to learn the mystical philosophy. He needs to find some reliable allies in the mystic world. The mystics he knew were either Night Watchers or scum like Smith. He also wants to have a few normal friends.

"Besides," continued Yeats, "I will send you a copy of my newly published collection of poems, signed."

"Deal!" Duan Feizhuo firmly held his hand.

"I've got Yeats' autograph! I've got Yeats' autograph!"

On the way home, Duan Feizhuo was bouncing up and down all the way.

Shi Zhongjian babbled all the way, "You shouldn't agree to that guy's conditions so easily! There might be pitfalls!"

"I've got Yeats' autograph!"

"…ill!"

After returning home, Duan Fei put away the autograph book with great care.

"You don't understand, Sword in the Stone." He said earnestly, "This poet will win the Nobel Prize in the future and become a great writer who will be famous in history. I got his autographed poetry collection when he was not famous. This is equivalent to collecting stamps when the boss was still a little transparent! Do you understand the joy of collecting stamps?"

"I don't really understand. I'm just a sword." Shi Zhongjian said honestly.