Chapter 49

As Old Wang spoke, he kept caressing it, looking as if he were touching a young lady's skin, with a look of deep satisfaction on his face.

Yang Kang smiled bitterly. He had thought so; what was there to look at in a big man like him? Old Wang specialized in ancient jade, and seeing such high-quality jade naturally made him look entranced.

"Uncle Wang, I still have to go for dinner..." Yang Kang said with a forced smile.

"Ah?" When Yang Kang spoke, Old Wang suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and hurriedly let go, saying, "Sorry, sorry... Seeing such a rare item, I couldn't control myself."

"Ha ha!" Yang Kang just smiled. When he first saw the Lingxiao flower jade pendant hanging from Fat Guo, he had also lost his composure and touched it directly.

"Akang, are you going to sell it?" Old Wang picked up his birdcage and whispered, "Is this something your father left you? Sell it, and you won't have to work anymore."

"No!" Yang Kang firmly refused, shaking his head, "I won't sell this jade pendant."

Seeing that he wouldn't sell it, Old Wang naturally didn't say anything more. He just chatted idly with him, waiting until Yang Kang walked to the street corner to buy a bowl of fried noodles before he took his birdcage and said goodbye. Yang Kang found it a bit strange that Old Wang had been indirectly inquiring about Jiang Yan's financial situation. After some thought, he instantly understood. It must be that when Jiang Yan borrowed money from him, he had promised a high interest rate.

But no matter how high the interest, if Jiang Yan had no money, he wouldn't be able to recover even the principal, which would be a complete loss. Therefore, Old Wang needed to find out.

After dinner, Yang Kang closed the shop listlessly. In the evening, he turned on his computer and started thinking about how to make some money. Although Fat Guo had said that those things were given to him and that he could sell them, and that the money should all be his, Yang Kang still couldn't keep such money for himself. Even though he now had over ten million, he still felt poor. That money wasn't his; he was just a custodian.

It was like how Boss Shao treated him so well, buying him clothes and a phone, and entrusting the large Ruyi Workshop to him, but Yang Kang still didn't feel a sense of belonging. This place was ultimately not his home; he was just a worker living here.

No, he had to find a way to make some money.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and there should be an early market at the Jinling Confucius Temple. The early market had a lot of turnover, and occasionally some good items would appear.

Yang Kang made up his mind. Tomorrow, he would go and try his luck. With the Taiyin Treasure Mirror, he wasn't afraid of being fooled.

With this thought, Yang Kang set an alarm on his phone. The next day, he got up at dawn, took 20,000 yuan in cash from the ATM at the beginning of the antique street, and headed straight for the Confucius Temple.

In fact, the Confucius Temple wasn't far from here. It didn't take long to walk there. By this time, the early market at the Confucius Temple had already started, with stalls set up randomly on the ground.

Yang Kang started looking at each stall, but generally, these stalls sold old books, and some acrylic glass masquerading as jade and biyu. So, after wandering around for the whole morning, he didn't see anything worth buying. He knew that finding antiques at the Confucius Temple was an almost impossible task.

He took a few more steps, planning to look a bit more, and if there was nothing good to buy, he would go back.

But at the corner ahead, there was a stall that sold nothing but porcelain.

Since seeing the two meiping vases Fat Guo had given him, Yang Kang had developed a special fondness for porcelain. Seeing the porcelain, he immediately squatted down to look at it, examining this and that.

On the ground, there were a few vases, porcelain bowls, cups, and plates. There were also some scattered porcelain fragments.

Yang Kang knew that some famous porcelain fragments were also very valuable. For example, since the Qing Dynasty, there had been a saying: "A fortune is not as valuable as a piece of Ru porcelain."

This not only proved the rarity and value of Ru porcelain but also showed that even a fragment of a famous porcelain could be very valuable.

He had once been to Jingdezhen, where the trade in porcelain fragments was very prosperous. In the antique and second-hand market, porcelain fragments were not rare.

Generally, newcomers to the field who wanted to find something would start by examining porcelain fragments, as they were much cheaper than complete ancient porcelain.

Yang Kang, seeing this, squatted down and examined each piece of porcelain, including a few intact pieces. One vase was particularly beautiful. The stall was run by a plump middle-aged woman, who introduced it to Yang Kang as Xuande sacrificial red glaze, which left him speechless.

He reached out to touch it, and the so-called Xuande sacrificial red glaze long-necked round vase felt lifeless, clearly a modern imitation, and not a very good one.

Out of curiosity, Yang Kang touched all the intact porcelain pieces on the stall.

He had no hope for such a stall, but to his surprise, when his fingers touched a blue-and-white porcelain bowl, a spiritual aura spread out.

Yang Kang was clearly stunned. There was actually a real one?

To be safe, he decided to test it first. So he looked at the porcelain fragments, touching this one and that one, with a look of curiosity.

"Auntie, how much is this beautiful vase?" Yang Kang pointed to the long-necked round vase that the plump auntie had said was Xuande sacrificial red glaze.

"Ah?" Hearing him ask the price, the plump auntie was a bit surprised and immediately said, "Young man, this is Xuande sacrificial red glaze, 1.2 million yuan."

"Really?" Yang Kang was dumbfounded. This plump auntie was really good at setting prices. 1.2 million yuan? She dared to sell such a broken vase for 1.2 million yuan?

Then, he asked about a few other vases. The plump auntie was really good at talking, and she could come up with a selling point for each vase, with prices that were not ordinary. Yang Kang was stunned.

"Auntie, I can't afford the vase. I'm not worth that much even if I sold myself!" Yang Kang was almost in tears. Did this plump auntie think that on a street stall, she could sell something for over a million yuan? "How much is this bowl?" He pointed to the blue-and-white porcelain bowl.

"Young man, this bowl is from the Kangxi period!" The plump auntie squinted her eyes and smiled warmly.

This was a blue-and-white porcelain bowl with a pattern of entwined lotus flowers, somewhat similar to the Xuande blue-and-white porcelain bowl that Wang Qiying had broken, but not exactly the same.

At the bottom of the bowl were the blue glaze characters "Made in the Palace of Chuxiu."

"Auntie, I only asked for the price, not the age!" Yang Kang looked at the plump auntie and said.