Chapter 25

Although Jiang Ping didn't know what impact this decision would have on him, he felt a strong impulse to act when he saw Sun Wenhai, who genuinely loved ancient books.

So, Jiang Ping didn't continue to haggle over the price of the Qing Dynasty ancient books with Sun Wenhai. Instead, he cleared his throat and said seriously, "Mr. Sun, I actually have an idea, but I'm not sure if I should mention it."

Sun Wenhai was in a good mood and smiled at Jiang Ping, saying, "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to be so hesitant."

"Then I'll take the risk. If you think what I say is wrong, please don't be angry," Jiang Ping warned Sun Wenhai first, and then continued, "I think that various ancient books, with their exquisite printing and careful binding, can provide a comprehensive understanding of the various aspects of society at the time. They are not only excellent collectibles but also very important research materials."

Jiang Ping's words resonated with Sun Wenhai, who nodded in agreement, "You're right, but nowadays most people have little interest in ancient books, which is truly regrettable."

Seeing that his words had resonated with Sun Wenhai, Jiang Ping continued, "I think the reason why ancient books are not valued by most people is that they are difficult to preserve, and ordinary collectors lack the conditions and experience. However, the more important reason is that people don't understand ancient books, so they naturally can't appreciate or like them. Since you have so many books, why not open a private ancient book museum to let more people understand and appreciate these books?"

After hearing Jiang Ping's words, Sun Wenhai felt greatly inspired and murmured to himself, "Yes, why didn't I think of that before? This is indeed a good idea!"

Sun Wenhai became increasingly excited and smiled at Jiang Ping, saying, "Xiao Jiang, your words have greatly inspired me! I will start planning the ancient book museum as soon as possible. When the museum opens, you must come!"

"I would be honored," Jiang Ping smiled and accepted Sun Wenhai's invitation, but he was inwardly surprised.

Jiang Ping had thought that Sun Wenhai had already planned to do this, and he was just trying to please him, laying the groundwork for possible future cooperation. However, from Sun Wenhai's reaction, it was clear that he had never thought of opening an ancient book museum until Jiang Ping suggested it!

This made Jiang Ping very surprised, and he couldn't help but think to himself, "Could it be that Sun Wenhai was inspired by me to open the ancient book museum? But in my previous life, I didn't even know him. Who inspired him? This is really a confusing matter!"

Sun Wenhai, however, was not as puzzled as Jiang Ping. In fact, his goal had never been as clear as it was now. Although he was excited about the yet-to-be-built ancient book museum, he didn't forget his promise to Jiang Ping and quickly smiled at him, saying, "I got carried away with my excitement and wasted your time. Please wait a moment, I'll get the money for you."

Sun Wenhai then went to the next room and quickly returned with a stack of hundred-yuan bills, saying, "Count it and see if it's correct."

Jiang Ping didn't act pretentiously and, after counting the money, smiled and said, "It's exactly right. Thank you, Mr. Sun."

"This is what you deserve," Sun Wenhai said, handing a business card to Jiang Ping, "This is my card. If you have any problems in the future, you can call me. I will do my best to help."

Given Sun Wenhai's character, the fact that he said this to Jiang Ping indicated that he truly appreciated the young man. Jiang Ping hadn't expected that just giving Sun Wenhai an idea would earn him such a significant favor.

Jiang Ping, who had lived two lives, knew how important connections were. Sun Wenhai, who could establish a private museum, was certainly no ordinary person. Jiang Ping naturally didn't refuse his kindness and politely accepted the business card with both hands.

Sun Wenhai's business card looked simple but was beautifully printed and made of high-quality material. It only had his name, a landline number, and a mobile number, with no other information. The simpler it was, the more Jiang Ping valued it, and he carefully put it away.

In fact, Jiang Ping himself didn't know what Sun Wenhai's business card meant for him. It wasn't until later, when he encountered trouble and called Sun Wenhai out of curiosity, that he realized how much power this book-loving, scholarly middle-aged man had.

Of course, for the current Jiang Ping, selling the set of ancient books at a good price was the most important thing. He had bought the Qing Dynasty ancient books for 2,000 yuan and sold them for 10,000 yuan, making a profit of four times the original cost. In 2002, 10,000 yuan was no small amount, especially for a family like Jiang Ping's. In fact, the money he earned in just half a month was more than his father's half-year salary, which was quite impressive for a high school student.

However, Jiang Ping's goal was to save up enough money for his sister's bone marrow transplant within half a year. Compared to the huge medical expenses, 10,000 yuan was just a drop in the bucket.

Jiang Ping didn't plan to put the 10,000 yuan in the bank. Since it was still early, he decided to go to the antique street as soon as possible to see if he could find any good deals. Only by doing this could he make the money circulate and quickly earn the medical expenses for his sister.

Jiang Ping made the decision without hesitation and immediately rode his bike to the antique street. This time, he didn't take the old route but left from the other end of Huahua Alley. From there, it was only about twenty minutes by bike to the antique street.

After passing three or four intersections, Jiang Ping rode past a demolition site. In 2002, the real estate industry in Suzhou was already booming, especially in the old city area, where there were many such demolition sites.

Most of the houses in the demolition site had already been leveled, with only a few still standing, albeit in a dilapidated state. The owners would soon leave and move to other places.

As a reborn person who had witnessed the future development of Suzhou, this scene made Jiang Ping feel a bit nostalgic. He knew that in just a year or two, the housing prices in Suzhou would start to soar, and in ten years, they would reach a level that most people could only dream of.

This made Jiang Ping secretly decide that after saving enough money for his sister and mother's medical expenses, he would buy a few properties that would be valuable in the future, providing additional security for himself and his family.

While thinking, Jiang Ping rode his bike through a small road in the demolition site. A house on the side of the road caught his attention. It was an old house that looked to have been there for many years, with white walls, black tiles, and stone slabs at the base. Even the floor inside was made of square stone bricks, showing that the owner had put a lot of thought into building the house.

From Jiang Ping's perspective, the house was at least a hundred years old and might have been standing since the Qing Dynasty. However, it was clearly abandoned now, with the doors and windows removed and even part of the gable wall knocked down.

In some newer cities, such a house could be considered a historical building, but in the historically rich city of Suzhou, it was nothing special and was being demolished. This made Jiang Ping feel quite regretful.

Because he felt regretful, Jiang Ping paid special attention to the half-demolished house. As he passed by, he took a closer look.

Just as Jiang Ping's gaze fell on the exposed roof beams of the old house, something unexpected happened. A golden light flashed on two thick roof beams, like two lightning bolts, almost making Jiang Ping fall off his bike.

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This is the second update today.

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