Chapter 81

"From what I see, Xiao Jiang isn't joking, and although he is young, he doesn't seem like someone who would speak without thinking." Wu Hanqing pondered and said, "If he really has the ability to read faces, then he can be considered well-versed in his family's knowledge!"

Wei Decheng also nodded gently and said, "You're right. If I really fall ill within two months, this young man is truly remarkable!"

Wu Hanqing was willing to believe Jiang Ping's words and couldn't help but whisper to Wei Decheng, "For safety's sake, Mr. Wei should still get a medical check-up."

"Hmm, it's better to be safe than sorry." Wei Decheng agreed with Wu Hanqing's suggestion and then added with some anticipation, "No matter what, we'll know in two months at most. To be honest, I'm a bit excited and hope that Xiao Jiang's prediction is correct."

Wu Hanqing was puzzled and asked, "Aren't you afraid of really getting sick, Mr. Wei?"

"Xiao Jiang said there's no danger to my life," Wei Decheng laughed heartily. "If getting sick means meeting a master of physiognomy, I think it's worth it!"

Wei Decheng was indeed speaking from the heart. As a big boss, he didn't need to worry about daily necessities, but he was most afraid of unforeseen accidents. If he could meet a master of physiognomy, getting sick would be worth it.

Jiang Ping, however, wasn't as anxious as Wei Decheng. He was confident in his skills and knew that Wei Decheng would definitely fall ill. When that time came, Wei Decheng would believe that Jiang Ping was indeed a master of physiognomy. If this news spread, it would provide Jiang Ping with another way to make money.

Feeling the heavy stacks of money in his backpack, Jiang Ping was in a very good mood. He hadn't expected that this extra-large sea yellowwood bracelet would sell for such a high price. In Jiang Ping's view, selling it for ten thousand yuan would have been great, but Wei Decheng had given him a pleasant surprise.

Unfortunately, there were very few people like Wei Decheng who would spend tens of thousands of yuan on a bracelet. Otherwise, Jiang Ping wouldn't have to go through the trouble of making a huanghuali armchair; he could just turn all the huanghuali wood into bracelets and make a fortune.

"Too bad!" Thinking about this, Jiang Ping couldn't help but sigh. Then his gaze was drawn to an item on a nearby stall.

This was a stall selling jade rough stones, both raw and polished. Although Jiang Ping was a skilled jade carver, he had no interest in raw stones, as they were too risky and didn't suit his personality. What truly caught his eye was a piece of polished jade.

It was a purple jade, only the size of a thumb, but the quality looked good. In China, green jade is the most popular, while purple jade is relatively cheaper. However, Jiang Ping thought the bright color would suit young girls. If he bought it, carved it himself, and gave it to Li Qian, she would surely be very happy.

In his previous life, Jiang Ping had given many gifts to women for various reasons. Sometimes it was to build a good relationship for "work"; sometimes it was to get into bed with them; and sometimes it was just for fun.

However, although Jiang Ping and Li Qian had mutual feelings in his previous life, he had never given her a gift. Since fate had given him a second chance, he wanted to make up for this small regret.

After some haggling, Jiang Ping bought the piece of jade rough stone for 400 yuan. He then bought a set of carving tools from a store and left the antique street with his day's earnings.

After selling the extra-large sea yellowwood bracelet, Jiang Ping had over 40,000 yuan in cash. This was just the cash, not including the more valuable sea yellowwood logs, agarwood, and the Ming dynasty gilded Buddha statue. If these were included, Jiang Ping's current assets would easily exceed 100,000 yuan.

This amount of money was almost equivalent to five years' salary for an average worker in Suzhou, and Jiang Ping was just a high school student. Making such a large sum of money in just over a month would surely surprise others.

However, his experience as a thief in his previous life had made Jiang Ping low-key. He certainly wouldn't let others know about this. Moreover, in his view, 100,000 yuan wasn't much, and there was no need to boast about it.

Even if this amount wasn't much, it was still the money to save his sister, and he couldn't be careless. After leaving the antique street, Jiang Ping went straight to the bank and deposited all the cash he had received.

Once the cash was converted into a series of numbers in his bank account, Jiang Ping felt much more relaxed. He went to the small courtyard in Huanhua Alley to pick up the ointment he had prepared for Zhao Wanqing, had a quick lunch, and then went to Zhao Guoquan's house. Yesterday, Jiang Ping had agreed with Zhao Wanqing to help her apply the ointment in the afternoon.

This was Jiang Ping's third visit to Zhao Guoquan's house, and it was Zhao Wanqing who opened the door for him. She guessed it was Jiang Ping and whispered, "You're here, come in!"

Jiang Ping followed Zhao Wanqing into the house and noticed that it was quiet, as if no one else was there besides himself and Zhao Wanqing. It was not surprising that Zhao Guoquan wasn't home since it wasn't the weekend. However, even Jiajia's absence made Jiang Ping a bit surprised.

Jiang Ping glanced around and couldn't help but ask Zhao Wanqing, "Where's Jiajia?"

Zhao Wanqing whispered, "I sent Jiajia to her grandparents' house. She'll stay there for a few days. Now it's just the two of us here."

However, as soon as Zhao Wanqing finished speaking, she realized her words could be misunderstood and quickly blushed, explaining to Jiang Ping, "I sent Jiajia to her grandparents' house so she wouldn't see me getting the ointment applied. She finally recovered from the car accident and shouldn't be exposed to any more trauma."

"You thought of everything. Jiajia doesn't need to see this." Hearing Zhao Wanqing's words, Jiang Ping nodded and sighed, "Parents' love is truly boundless!"

Actually, in Zhao Wanqing's view, Jiang Ping sounded a bit old-fashioned. If it were another time, she might have teased him. But today, she wasn't in the mood and just smiled faintly.

Jiang Ping also noticed that Zhao Wanqing was a bit nervous today. He knew why she was like this and smiled to reassure her, "My ointment is very effective. You'll see a significant improvement after just one application, and I guarantee that after three applications, you'll look as if you were never injured!"

Although Zhao Wanqing didn't quite believe that Jiang Ping's ointment could be so miraculous, his confidence did ease her nervousness.

However, just as Zhao Wanqing started to relax, Jiang Ping's next words made her nervous again.

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