Chapter 11

Yang Kang didn't need to turn around to know who it was. He immediately turned and smiled, saying, "She's not my girlfriend, she's my cousin!"

"Cousin!" He Yanrong smiled, "I misunderstood!" She had originally thought that since Yang Kang and Jiang Xiaoyue were about the same age and came together, they must be a couple, but she didn't expect it to be nothing like that.

"I thought all men like to drink!" He Yanrong held a glass of red wine and raised it to Yang Kang's watermelon juice.

"I don't like this kind of red wine!" Yang Kang shook his head.

"Oh?" He Yanrong was a bit surprised and asked, "Then what kind do you like?"

"For those famous French chateaux red wines, I find them just so-so. Don't laugh, but when I was seventeen, I went to the countryside with my father for some business and drank homemade wine at an ordinary vineyard. It tasted quite good," Yang Kang smiled.

"Is there such a thing?" He Yanrong's beautiful big eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, "When can we get some to try?"

"If there's a chance in the future, we can get some to try." Yang Kang didn't mind and nodded with a smile.

"You're an interesting person." He Yanrong smiled and asked, "Where do you live? I'll invite you for a drink in a few days?"

Yang Kang thought for a moment and shook his head, "My situation is a bit complicated. I'm moving soon. How about I call you when I settle down?"

He Yanrong tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, but don't forget about me."

"How could I?" Yang Kang hurriedly smiled, "You're so beautiful, even prettier than the painting of Wang Zhaojun. How could I forget you?"

"Ha ha ha!" He Yanrong laughed happily and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a sweet mouth. By the way, what's your name? You see, I've already told you my name, but you didn't tell me yours?"

"Yang Kang!" Yang Kang smiled.

"Eh? Little Prince?" He Yanrong was slightly stunned and then asked. There was no help for it; the TV was recently broadcasting "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," and with Jin Yong's fame, there were probably over a dozen TV versions of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

"Same name, same surname!" Yang Kang smiled. By this time, he had finished his watermelon juice and looked at He Yanrong, "Shall we go for a walk?"

"Sure!" He Yanrong didn't refuse and walked out with him. Yang Kang was curious about everything, so he looked around, touching this and that. This place was different from others; there were many genuine items, though there were even more fakes. The antique market was indeed nine parts fake and one part real.

Moreover, the genuine items here were notoriously expensive, with no bargains to be found.

After walking around, he didn't see anything worth buying and felt a bit disappointed. With his 800,000 yuan, it would be difficult to collect anything here. He was quite disappointed, as this place had many genuine items, far more than the Confucius Temple.

Turning a corner, Yang Kang saw a stall with a few bronze artifacts, some turtle shells with ancient inscriptions, and a few items he couldn't identify.

"Is this oracle bone script?" Yang Kang was very curious. He studied history but had never seen real oracle bone script.

"Young brother, you seem to know your stuff. Come, come, come and take a look!" The stall owner was a middle-aged man smoking a cigarette. Seeing Yang Kang, he hurriedly took out a cigarette and offered one to him, then looked at He Yanrong to see if she smoked.

He Yanrong hurriedly shook her head, indicating she didn't smoke.

Yang Kang just took the cigarette without lighting it, then reached out to touch the turtle shells. Without exception, the inscribed turtle shells were all fakes, meant to deceive.

Then he looked at the bronze artifacts. After examining them, he couldn't help but curse the middle-aged man in his heart. Other stalls at least had one or two genuine items, but this old man's stall had only fakes.

There were a few odd-shaped items he couldn't identify. He touched them and found they were all fakes. The last item made him laugh out loud. It was a small turtle, slightly larger than an adult's fist, with ancient inscriptions on its back. Of course, he didn't recognize any of the characters.

Although he studied history and had learned some ancient texts, he didn't recognize these characters at all.

The material of the small turtle, at first glance, seemed like bronze, but it had a transparency and a luster like jade, yet it also had the sheen of metal.

For a moment, Yang Kang couldn't determine what material the small turtle was made of. The turtle had horns on its head, pretending to be a relative of a dragon. He knew that ancient totems included such figures, so he didn't mind. Out of curiosity, he touched it, and something completely unexpected happened. Spirit energy instantly spread out, and the spirit energy from this small turtle seemed much more concentrated than that from the ink bamboo painting by Ni Zan.

Today, he had seen many items, and at least a dozen had spirit energy, but none of them had as concentrated spirit energy as this small turtle.

"Damn, has the turtle become a spirit?" Yang Kang was very curious, and the material of the small turtle also puzzled him. He immediately asked, "Old sir, how much for the turtle?"

"Little brother, how can you talk like that?" The old man was upset and scolded, "I just praised you, and now you're cursing?"

"I..." Yang Kang was stunned. When did he curse? But thinking about it, his previous words did have a flaw. He hurriedly picked up the small turtle and asked, "I like this little turtle. Please, old sir, give me a price."

"That's more like it!" The old man proudly raised his head and said, "Call me grandpa, and I'll give you a discount."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Yang Kang didn't know what to say. This old man... was really funny.

"Little brother, let me tell you, this isn't a turtle, but a pi xiu." The old man, seeing his interest, hurriedly tried to deceive him, "Do you know what a pi xiu is?"

"I know what a pi xiu is, but it doesn't look like this." Yang Kang hurriedly shook his head. The small turtle, with its horns, should be a bixi, but it had nothing to do with a pi xiu.

"You know nothing! Have you ever seen a pi xiu?" The old man puffed out his cheeks and glared, "Have you? If you haven't, how do you know a pi xiu doesn't look like this? Just like the ones carved in jade shops?"

(Sorry, I was confused earlier and uploaded the wrong chapter. Please forgive me, dear readers! Alas!)