Chapter 8

At the eastern end of the village.

Cui Dapao set up an old wooden table, with a large sign standing up that read: "High Price for Old Coins."

Many villagers lined up, each holding a few old coins in their hands.

Su Wen and Xiao Yu ran over, watching the busy Cui Dapao. Su Wen, holding a bowl, squeezed in: "Hey, Cui Dapao, when did you start the coin回收 business?"

"Just making a little money, just a little money," Cui Dapao said with a smile.

"A little money?" Su Wen shook his head. "If you take too much from the villagers, you'll be punished by heaven."

Hearing this, Cui Dapao sneered: "So you're here to cause trouble, brat. I'm just helping the villagers earn some extra income. This isn't a profitable business. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have someone deal with you."

"Then try it!" Su Wen was angry. "I've been bullied outside, and now I have to be bullied by a second-rate dealer at home?" Thinking of this, he turned to the villagers and said, "Everyone, listen to me. These old coins can be bought in the city for thousands of yuan, or even just a few dozen. According to the market price three months ago, a 1961 one-fen coin is worth 2900 yuan, a 1965 one-fen coin is worth 1800 yuan... a 1969 two-fen coin is worth 2300 yuan, and a 1969 five-fen coin is worth 2100 yuan... In short, old coins are very valuable."

Every time Su Wen mentioned the price of a type of coin, there were gasps from the crowd, and Cui Dapao's face grew more and more grim. By the time Su Wen finished, many people were holding their coins tightly.

"Is this true? I have a 1961 one-fen coin and two 1960 five-fen coins. That's a few thousand yuan."

"Me too, me too. I have three 1966 one-fen coins, plus a few two-fen and five-fen coins, which add up to about ten thousand yuan."

"If it's true, my family will be rich. Ha ha, my father seems to have kept about a dozen 1969 five-fen coins, which are worth two or three thousand yuan."

...

Many people were extremely excited, but those who had already sold their coins to Cui Dapao were not happy.

"Cui Dapao, give me back my old coins, I'm not selling them anymore."

"Cui Dapao, you scoundrel, how dare you make money off us like this?"

"Cui Dapao, you bastard, you know we were isolated from the world, and every family had some old stuff. You're just taking advantage of us. I'll kill you."

...

Seeing the crowd's anger, some people even picked up bricks. Cui Dapao's face turned pale. He jumped onto the table and shouted, "Don't listen to this little punk. If you think these old coins are so valuable, let him buy them from you. I'm telling you, without the right connections, you can't even sell them for a few dozen yuan."

Hearing this, Su Wen immediately said, "Don't worry, I'm not sure about the county, but there are definitely stores in Jiangning City that buy old coins. If you really want to sell these coins, I can help you contact them. If you don't want to sell them in the city, you can sell them to me. The price might be a bit lower than the market price, but it will definitely be more than what Cui Dapao offered."

"Good, good job, Xiao Wen."

"True to form, a college graduate knows what's right."

"Xiao Wen, we'll listen to you. We won't sell the coins in the city, we'll sell them to you."

...

Cui Dapao knew the situation was beyond repair and climbed down from the table, looking disheveled. He seemed to be planning to run away, but Xiao Yu, with his sharp eyes, threw his bicycle and shouted, "Don't let Cui Dapao run away. He hasn't returned the old coins yet."

"Where's Cui Dapao? Stop him!"

A group of villagers rushed over, pinned Cui Dapao to the ground, and pulled the money bag with the old coins from his body. They were still not satisfied and started punching and kicking him.

"If you come to our village again, we'll kill you," someone threatened, pointing at the bruised Cui Dapao.

...

After the meal.

Many villagers came to Su Wen's house, waiting for him to buy their old coins.

The entrance was almost blocked, and his mother was very worried.

"Mom, Dad, I just don't want the villagers to be cheated. These old coins are indeed valuable. If they are willing to sell them to me, I might even make some money," Su Wen thought.

"If that's true, it's fine, but buying these old coins will cost a lot of money," his father frowned, as they couldn't come up with that much money immediately.

"Dad, don't worry, I have money," Su Wen said. He had 150,000 yuan in his card, which was enough to buy the villagers' old coins, but he would need to go to the county to withdraw the money, as the villagers didn't understand online transfers.

"Where did you get the money? The villagers have a lot of old coins. To buy them all, you'll need at least 100,000 yuan," his father frowned.

Su Wen immediately explained, "I bought an antique in Beijing and sold it for over 100,000 yuan. The money is in my card. I'll withdraw it this afternoon."

"Alright... you decide," his father looked at Su Wen meaningfully, showing his trust. He felt that Su Wen had grown up and could handle things on his own.

"Okay," Su Wen smiled.

He explained the situation to the villagers, and they all went home.

In the afternoon, the money was withdrawn.

Su Wen set up a table like Cui Dapao and placed his price list in front of the door.

"Xiao Wen's prices are fair, unlike Cui Dapao, that black-hearted guy."

"Everyone, one by one, don't panic!"

Su Wen's coin回收 business was very popular.

By nightfall, he had bought several hundred old coins and spent 130,000 yuan. Seeing the villagers leave happily, he felt a sense of joy.

In the evening.

Su Wen searched the entire Shixiu Village, first recovering the unclaimed coins, then spending 0.5 vitality to recover a slightly damaged jade ruyi, which was probably left by someone's ancestors. Although it was valuable, he felt weak again and knew he needed to practice.

A new day, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Su Wen left through the back door of his house and spent half an hour climbing to the top of Jawa Mountain behind Shixiu Village. This was a place he often played as a child. The mountain was not very large and was bald, resembling a foot when viewed from above. Sometimes, villagers would climb Jawa Mountain for exercise.

This was the place he chose for his practice.

When he got there, he noticed someone nearby and walked over.

The person was practicing Tai Chi and didn't see Su Wen, but when Su Wen approached, he slowly finished his routine: "Who's there? Oh, it's the boy from Donghe's family."

Donghe was Su Donghe, Su Wen's father.

"Grandpa Yang," Su Wen recognized him.

Grandpa Yang's full name was Yang Xiao. He was not a native of Shixiu Village.

About thirty years ago, Yang Xiao, injured, came to Shixiu Village. A few honest villagers took him in and treated him well. After he recovered, he didn't leave but built a house at the western end of the village and settled there.

"Boy from Donghe's family, why are you up so early? And why are you here at Jawa Mountain?" Yang Xiao, who was already seventy, still spoke with a strong voice. He had long hair, which, in the morning light, gave him a sage-like appearance.

Many people said Yang Xiao was a martial artist.

When Su Wen's father went to serve in the army, Yang Xiao taught him a set of boxing techniques, but no one knew if they were useful.

"I'm here to exercise," Su Wen naturally didn't say he was here to practice.

"Is that so? Good. Young people should exercise more. Nowadays, young people are like sickly plants," Yang Xiao laughed. "This place is nice. When the sun rises, the first rays of light shine here. I practice here every day. You should do the same!"

"Thank you, Grandpa Yang," Su Wen also noticed that this was the flattest spot.

Yang Xiao continued practicing Tai Chi, while Su Wen closed his eyes.

When he obtained the Great Heavenly Dao Recycling System, he also received a specialized training method.

This training method was called Body Technique, designed specifically for him by the system to effectively enhance his vitality.

The Body Technique consisted of 108 extreme movements, divided into three major levels of 36 movements each, and 12 movements per minor level. Completing all 108 movements within one minute was considered mastery. The first movement of the Body Technique appeared in Su Wen's mind: a 90-degree body bend, one hand extended forward, and one foot lifted. It looked like a rooster standing on one leg, but the positions of the hand and foot were slightly different. Ignoring the details, Su Wen began to practice this movement.

Actually,

He had tried this movement several times at school but always gave up halfway.

In Su Wen's mind,

"Master, you haven't completed the first movement after so many days. Your practice is too slow. I need to help you," Little Tian muttered to himself. In front of him, an image of Su Wen practicing appeared. Seeing Su Wen struggle with the first movement, he thought for a moment and smiled, "Alright, I'll do it this way. This will definitely help you."

Su Wen struggled for a while, and although he had the right posture, it was clearly not perfect.

"Why can't I extend my hand properly?" Su Wen was frustrated.

At that moment, he felt a tingling sensation in his body. His hand extended forward involuntarily, and the muscles in his arm tensed. His entire body was stretched to the limit. His current posture and momentum were perfect, but he seemed to be in pain, with his face contorted.

"Hmm, interesting!" Yang Xiao suddenly paused, as if he had noticed something intriguing.

PS: Old coins are indeed valuable. When I was at home, I saw people buy them several times. Don't throw them away.

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