"I was wondering why this little brat died so quickly. Turns out she was making money at Old Jin's research institute. She's such a money-grubber, just like me!" Bo Jichen muttered to himself, praising himself as he watched his adopted daughter's live stream on his personal computer.

The live stream chat was overflowing with comments, layer upon layer, so much so that the screen was completely obscured. This demonstrates the immense appeal and influence of the adopted daughter, almost rivaling that of her wicked disciple, Agares.

No wonder Qinqin went from being a brother-obsessed person to an overprotective sister-obsessed person, preferring this sister to her own brother. Compared to her brother, this sister is indeed more lovable and endearing.

However, his adopted daughter, who was born out of wedlock, was not friendly to him, the halfway father. All she did was glare, shrug, and scheme, steal kisses, and even try to win over his little brat.

"General, shall we all attack together?" A young man from the Imperial Guard called out to ten men, who surrounded their general, preparing for a group beating: "Would you like to get ready?"

Bo Jichen waved his hand and plopped down on the ground: "No need to prepare, come on!"

The 11 men surrounding him were stunned. They looked at each other, not understanding why their general hadn't prepared for a fight and had instead sat down on the ground. What kind of strategy was this?

Just as one of them was wondering what was going on, a strange thing happened under their feet: countless ice shards shot out from beneath them. They dodged them in a panic, but the ice shards pierced their shoes and injured their feet.

All 11 people stumbled and fell to the ground, clutching their feet and trying to pull the ice shards off.

Bo Jichen raised his eyelids and glanced at the 11 people, then said with a sly smile, "I told you all that you didn't need to prepare, just go for it. You were still standing there in a daze. You're all too young and don't know how treacherous people can be!"

11 people: "..."

Can we blame them?

When their own general sits down on the ground, everyone is stunned, wondering what kind of trick he's up to now. Who would have thought that someone with ice-type superpowers could just sit down and instantly freeze up?

"Alright, alright, get out of here, get out of here!" Bo Jichen waved his hand dismissively: "Looking at you defeated opponents hurts my eyes!"

The 11 people who were disliked: "..."

They left immediately.

Go and bring in the next batch, and kill their general.

After Bo Jichen saw them roll away, he swiped his personal terminal a few times and dialed Agares's communication.

Jiang Si glanced at the number of viewers in the live stream and saw that in a short period of time, the number of viewers had reached hundreds of millions.

She focused her live stream on the items nearby and said, "Dear friends, all the things in this room are daily necessities of the Chinese people since ancient times!"

"But Mr. Jin's labeling and research direction were wrong. For example, what we see now is a soup pot. We can't mistake it for a flower pot just because it's missing a lid. This is what a flower pot is!"

As Jiang Si spoke, she casually picked up a white ceramic flowerpot from a glass dome next to her and held it up. "There are holes at the bottom of the flowerpot. These holes are for ventilation, drainage, and air circulation, allowing the roots to spread. As for the small tray underneath, it's to let excess water drain out so it doesn't damage the floor!"

Jiang Si put the white porcelain flowerpot she had picked up back on the shelf, and tapped the clay pot with her finger: "This 3,000-year-old clay pot is still in good condition. If you add a lid, you can use it to cook soup over an open flame. I'll have Old Jin cook one for you to see later!"

Viewers in the live stream asked: "If you cook a pot of soup in a 3,000-year-old pot, will drinking it directly boost your mental strength and make you invincible?"

"You want to use it? It's an antique, an antique from 3,000 years ago. Let's not use it to make soup. Let it be beautiful on its own."

"Jiang Jiang, you're so amazing! The ancient Chinese made flower pots and soup pots almost the same. If you asked me, I would think they were both flower pots or soup pots, and I wouldn't think there was any difference between them!"

"So, you upstairs can't become a big shot, you can only be a little fanboy, waving flags and cheering for ancient China!"

Jiang Si put down the casserole, picked up the spatula with one hand and tore off the label from Jin Lao with the other, explaining: "This is a spatula, not a spatula for children to dig in the ground, this is an iron spatula for cooking, no, it's the wooden spatula we use for cooking now!"

Jin Lao: "..."

While awkwardly carving out a 3-bedroom, 2-living room layout, I was also thankful to have found an expert to correct my mistakes.

“And these…wait, a spittoon?” Jiang Si had just complained about how, 3,000 years ago, before the end of the world, international friends used spittoons, a specialty of China, to hold wine, dishes, and flowers on the dining table. Now she saw the distinctive double happiness symbol, a bright red spittoon displayed in a glass frame.

Old Jin rushed over, rubbing his hands together expectantly, and asked, "Jiang Jiang, I didn't write the label on this wrong, did I? This is a utensil for serving dishes at banquets, right?"

"Uh!" Jiang Si coughed lightly, her expression somewhat awkward. "Mr. Jin, could you please hold onto something and stand properly?"

Mr. Jin was taken aback. Without asking why, he reached out and touched a piece of glass.

Jiang Si walked to the glass where the spittoon was placed and pointed at it: "Dear friends, please hold your breath, this is going to be a smelly introduction!"

Fans: "..."

Jiang Si cleared her throat again: "Old Jin, you've got it backwards. This isn't a utensil for serving dishes at a banquet, but rather a utensil used for defecation in ancient China during the 1960s, 70s, and 80s. It has a wide mouth, a narrow neck, and a big belly!"

"With this brush, after emptying the latrine in the morning, take a basin of clean water, scrub it with this brush, and put it in the sun to disinfect it. Then you can use it again in the evening!"

"This brush isn't for scrubbing pots and dishes; it's a toilet brush, for cleaning toilets, chamber pots, and spittoons!"

Jin Lao: "..."

Fans commented: "Seeing Jiang Jiang putting the brush into the spittoon through the screen, I have to say, the spittoon and brush together have a certain charm."

"No wonder Jiang Jiang told us to hold our breath, saying this was a 'flavorful' introduction, she was absolutely right!"

"I can smell the odor even through the screen. This is just a small toilet, but Mr. Jin said it's a container for holding food. Ugh, Mr. Jin has completely failed me. He's lost all face, hasn't he?"

"Come, come, let's introduce this big barrel..." Jiang Si turned around and came to a big barrel, and began to introduce it, trying to save face for Old Jin.

However, she discovered that Mr. Jin didn't care about saving face. The labels he put on and the purpose of his explanations directly caused his face and dignity to be trampled underfoot and rubbed again and again.

For two whole hours, Jiang Si drank two glasses of water, went to the toilet twice, and explained everything in the hall.

After listening for two hours, Mr. Jin really wanted to choose to die, but then he thought that if he died, he would no longer be able to explore the Chinese civilization he loved.

He felt he could still salvage the situation, so he took Jiang Si to his top-tier paper collection room.

The temperature, humidity, insect and moth prevention, mold and bacteria prevention in the storage room are all handled very well.

As Jiang Si stepped into the collection room, she addressed the viewers in the live stream, saying, "I had to pass through three gates to get here. It seems this is where Mr. Jin hides his top treasures!"

Fans were incredibly excited: "Jiang Si, be confident! It's not just that it looks like her, it is!"

"Old Jin is known as the person who owns the most ancient Chinese antiques, and he doesn't get that title for nothing. Just look at those three gates, the thermometer and hygrometer, and the annotations for preventing insects, moths, and mold. You can tell that the things inside are not simple!"

"Old Jin, Old Jin, this treasure shouldn't be kept hidden away! Why don't you come out and exhibit it? Let us have a good look at the magnificent splendor of China, the civilization disguised as a nation!"

Jiang Si took a few steps: "The library?"

Old Jin hurriedly replied, "Yes, these are ancient Chinese paper texts that I collected, but I don't recognize most of the characters!"

Jiang Si looked around. The room was filled with bookshelves, with only a few books scattered about, but it looked packed full.

"What's that?" Jiang Si asked Old Jin as she pointed to a pile of things in the corner and walked over to the pile.

Old Jin followed closely behind her, saying nonchalantly, "They're just some scrolls, messy doodles, and some oddly shaped characters. Nothing important, you can't tell anything from them!"

reel?

Messy graffiti?

Oddly shaped characters!

Jiang Si walked over and squatted down. She picked up a scroll and gently opened it. The focus of the live stream was on the scroll she had opened.

Jiang Si stared at the opened scroll—no… a painting—her pupils constricted, and she turned to Elder Jin: “Elder Jin, these unimportant things are just taking up space here. Why don’t you name a price and give them all to me? I’ll study them carefully when I get back!”

The live stream viewers commented: "After seeing how Jin Lao treated grass like a treasure, I seriously suspect that he piled up the treasure here as if it were grass!"

"Upstairs, be more confident and remove your serious doubts. Although I can't see Jiang Jiang's face, the way she held the scroll definitely indicates something good!"

The little darling in front of him answered many of his questions.

Now that he wanted a bunch of scribbled, almost rotten scrolls, how could Jin Yong refuse? He said with great magnanimity, "Forget about the price, take them all if you like. There's another bunch over there, which someone gave me as a freebie when I bought the books. You can take them all!"