Chapter 13

He Yanrong had never seen Wang Qiying be so humble to anyone before, but the problem was that Yang Kang didn't appreciate it.

"Ah... Fairy He?" Wang Qiying finally noticed He Yanrong sitting on a stone by the side and hurriedly greeted her, "Why are you here too?"

"I came to see the commotion, what about you?" He Yanrong asked.

"I'm here to see the commotion too," Wang Qiying replied, returning to his usual self, smiling modestly and gracefully.

"Prince, do you need to look for anything else? Or shall we go inside and sit down?" Wang Qiying turned to look at Yang Kang and asked.

"I rarely come here, I want to look around a bit more," Yang Kang smiled, "Why don't you and Miss He go sit down?"

"I'll walk with you!" He Yanrong smiled, "I'm a beauty, I need to lose weight, I can't sit around all the time."

"You're not fat at all, you don't need to lose weight," Yang Kang found it amusing. He Yanrong was truly beautiful, with a good face and figure, and even her voice was very pleasant, flawless.

"Right!" Wang Qiying also nodded, "Honestly, even Fairy He doesn't look as good as you."

"Have you ever seen what Fairy He looks like?" He Yanrong rolled her eyes, displeased, "Young Master Wang, you're just lying with your eyes open!"

"Fairy He can only look as good as you, what else?" Yang Kang laughed, he was absolutely not flattering. Even the Fairy He in TV shows wasn't as beautiful as He Yanrong.

Jiang Yan and his daughter felt uncomfortable seeing them chatting and ignoring them. Jiang Yan gave Jiang Xiaoyue a subtle look, and she understood, hurriedly walking over and hugging Yang Kang's arm, "Yang Kang, let's go look over there!"

As she spoke, she reached out and took the small turtle from Yang Kang's hand. Yang Kang was taken aback for a moment—whenever his things fell into the hands of Jiang Xiaoyue and Jiang Shanghua, he could never get them back. But this small turtle was different.

"Jiang Xiaoyue, what are you doing?" Yang Kang frowned.

"I just want to look at the small turtle!" Jiang Xiaoyue deliberately laughed, "Cousin, don't be so stingy."

"Hmph!" Wang Qiying didn't say anything, snatching the small turtle wrapped in old newspapers from Jiang Xiaoyue and shoving it back into Yang Kang's hand, "Take care of your own things, don't let irrelevant and disreputable people see them, to avoid bad luck."

"What did you say?" Jiang Xiaoyue's face turned red, and she shouted loudly, "Who are you calling disreputable? If it weren't for my father's pity, he wouldn't have taken in this ungrateful wolf, Yang Kang. I just want to look at what he bought, so what? I didn't look at what you bought, why are you meddling?"

As she spoke, Jiang Xiaoyue loudly demanded from Yang Kang, "Yang Kang, give me the thing!"

"You come with me!" Wang Qiying glanced at Jiang Xiaoyue, then without hesitation, pulled Yang Kang and walked away.

"If you leave, don't come back today!" Jiang Xiaoyue, embarrassed in front of everyone, shouted angrily.

Yang Kang pretended not to hear. He Yanrong smiled gracefully and beautifully, and she also followed Wang Qiying and Yang Kang.

"Little girl, don't be angry. Why don't you look at some other things I have? Why fight over a small turtle?" The old vendor got excited and hurriedly said to Jiang Xiaoyue.

Jiang Xiaoyue wanted to lash out, but with everyone watching, she couldn't do much. She immediately looked at Jiang Yan standing to the side.

Jiang Yan was very depressed and angry. He had no idea where Yang Kang got the Ni Zan's "Ink Bamboo Painting." But he knew one thing clearly: today, he sold the painting for 800,000 yuan, and now he had money.

With money, he would move out of their house and wouldn't live there anymore. Worse, if he had money, he would buy antiques and restart his business, which he could no longer control.

And his daughter was really unambitious. He had to find out more—

"Old man, what is that small turtle?" Jiang Yan squatted down and looked at the oracle bone script carved on the turtle's back, deliberately asking.

"Ah?" The old man smiled, "You're asking about what that handsome young man bought?"

"Yes!" Jiang Yan nodded.

"Come, come, boss, take a look at this. This is genuine oracle bone script." The old man squinted his eyes, took out a cigarette, and handed one to Jiang Yan, then said, "I can tell you're an expert. I'll show you some good things." As he spoke, he took out a soft cloth-wrapped item from a nearby old bag, opened it, and handed it to Jiang Yan, whispering in his ear, "To be honest, my friends found this in the Changsha area. Look, the soil hasn't even been washed off. This is genuine oracle bone script from the Shang Dynasty, used by high priests for divination, priceless."

"Really?" Jiang Yan was stunned. He had always been worried about the supply of goods. If he could find someone with a good source to provide him directly, that would be great.

Otherwise, his antique shop would just be a front for selling crafts.

These days, no one is foolish. Crafts can't be sold at high prices, and the profit is very limited. He was anxious about this.

But no matter how anxious he was, without antiques, what could he sell?

If he could get a few genuine antiques, that would be great. At the next antique exchange, he could bring them and find a rich buyer, and make a profit of 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.

"Of course it's real," the old man hurriedly said, "This item is for experts. I won't hide it from you, the things outside are just crafts. That handsome young man, I don't know which family's wastrel he is, he clearly doesn't know anything, so I didn't even show him."

Jiang Yan took out a flashlight and pretended to examine the two turtle shells. They seemed to be quite old, with significant wear and signs of petrification. One had four characters, looking very ancient, and the other had seven characters with some cracks.

"How much for these two pieces?" Jiang Yan asked.

"These two pieces aren't worth much," the old man whispered, "If the boss wants them, I'll sell them for 200,000 yuan. But my friends found something really good this time, a priceless treasure."

"200,000 yuan is cheap?" Jiang Xiaoyue squatted down and muttered.

"Little girl, if you don't understand, don't speak recklessly," the old man glared at Jiang Xiaoyue and whispered, "If the boss doesn't trust me, you can get someone to appraise it after the transaction. See if the old man is cheating you."

(New book uploaded, please support with votes!)

Page flip AD starts

Page flip AD ends