Chen Maiqiu rolled his eyes at him, then deliberately raised his voice and called him "Brother Jianjun" a few times in a coquettish manner.

Wang Jianjun almost couldn't bear it, but he still pressed on:

"So what uniforms and stockings will you wear next time?"

Thinking of the several sets of clothes that Wang Jianjun had customized for her, Shen Maiqiu couldn't hold back her expression.

"Where do you get those weird ideas in your head, and where do you get those clothes?"

"Hey, there's nothing you can't buy with money in Hong Kong. You just don't agree or not?"

"Alright, alright! I admire you so much. Hurry up and dig."

In order to satisfy his curiosity, Shen Maiqiu finally chose to agree to Wang Jianjun's unreasonable request.

Wang Jianjun was full of motivation. He took out tools from the space and started digging.

What surprised the two was that they actually dug out something.

"There's a jar! Brother Jianjun, look!"

Wang Jianjun also saw those pottery jars.

Could it be that there really is a treasure?

It’s just that this treasure is a little too shabby.

That pottery jar looked like just an ordinary item.

It's the kind that has a history of hundreds of years but is not worth much.

Wang Jianjun then brought the jars up.

There are four jars, not big, about the size of a basketball.

It looks a bit like a pickle jar.

"Isn't there pickles in here?"

"Just open it and you'll know. Maybe there's gold inside!"

The money-loving Shen Maiqiu has already started to imagine it.

Wang Jianjun didn't have such high expectations.

If it were real gold, it wouldn't be put in this clay jar.