Xiaoxi pounced on a pile of old, thread-bound books and quickly flipped through them.

I selected several books, including "Collection of Herbs", "The Art of Dividing Gold", and "Ancient Methods of Talismans and Incantations".

Du Xin: "Xiao Xi, I don't see how these old books are really that good?"

Xiao Xi pointed to the book "Ancient Talisman Techniques" and showed it to Du Xin, saying, "This one is good. I want to give it to Grandpa Wu, the curator."

"Oh? Hahaha, then let's pick something nice to give to Brother Du!"

Du Xin was joking, but Xiao Xi said, "That's true, we shouldn't favor one over the other."

She looked around the stall, picked out a plate, said it was for Du Xin, and then asked Ye Yichen.

"What does brother like? Xiaoxi will pick one out for you."

Ye Yichen was speechless. "My brother doesn't like anything."

"Hehe, okay, anyway, Xiaoxi's things all belong to her brother."

Finally, despite Ye Yichen's disapproving looks, Du Xin followed Xiao Xi's lead and asked her to help him pick out a few things.

Xiaoxi stopped only when she could no longer hear the buzzing sound from the stall.

In the end, all the stuff only came to a little over three thousand, including the five hundred that Du Xin paid himself.

The boss still mustered up the courage to ask for a price, and he was overjoyed: he was making a killing.

There were too many things, so the shopkeeper gave Du Xin a shiny canvas bag and Xiao Xi a very ugly woven bag. Xiao Xi then asked for another one.

She put the little thing in her own small bag.

It's a big item; if it weren't so conspicuous, she would have put it directly into her brocade storage bag.

Xiaoxi scoured every stall and shop in the surrounding area until she could no longer sense anything with her divine sense, and then she stopped.

When they went up to the second floor, even Ye Yichen was carrying a large woven bag, which was rattling loudly.

Who wouldn't know Ye Yichen?

Everyone who saw Ye Yichen and his group carrying so many bags was shocked.

Ye Yichen came to the auction to buy goods.

The news spread like wildfire.

Xiaoxi and her friends, unaware that they were being laughed at behind their backs, continued their shopping spree.

I passed by a calligraphy and painting shop and saw a lot of people gathered around, making a lot of noise.

At this moment, Xiaoxi's spiritual radar sensed something again.

"Brother, Brother Du, let's go in quickly."

Ye Yichen was numb, while Du Xin, carrying a woven bag, stepped inside first.

It turns out that the person who caused the most trouble in the calligraphy and painting shop was Dong Guangfa, a boss in Shanghai's home furnishing industry.

Due to the industry downturn and cash flow problems, he originally planned to bring out his treasured ancient painting "Snowy Reeds and Grass" at this auction, hoping to turn his fortunes around.

As a result, he mentioned it a couple of days ago, asking his brother, who knows about antiques, to come over and take a look at the painting.

His older brother took one look and immediately insisted that it was a fake.

Dong Guangfa was heartbroken and, in a fit of anger, decided to sell the painting cheaply on the second floor.

The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop was furious when Dong Guangfa wouldn't let go of him.

"Mr. Dong, you've already said it's a fake, yet you still want me to spend 500,000 yuan to buy it. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Dong Guangfa argued until his face turned red and his neck became thick.

"Yes, I mean this painting is a fake, but it's a high-quality imitation by a talented but unknown artist from ancient times. It's still an ancient painting, worth 500,000, it's worth a fortune!"

"I won't buy it! I'd have to be crazy to buy it!" The shopkeeper was about to curse.

"Uncle, could you take a look? Maybe I can buy it."

Xiao Xi stared expectantly at the painting in Dong Guangfa's hand.

Dong Guangfa initially didn't want to pay attention to Xiaoxi because she was a little girl, but when he saw Ye Yichen behind her, his eyes lit up and he handed the painting to Xiaoxi.

"Miss Ye, please feel free to look around."

Xiaoxi took the painting and carefully unfolded it. She felt a slight warmth emanating from the painting on her fingertips and couldn't help but squint her eyes.