The young man stood in front of his stall, half believing and half doubting, his eyes fixed on Dean Chen's hurriedly leaving back. Could his small bottle really be worth one hundred taels of gold?

I heard that the bottle he picked up before was only sold for twenty or thirty taels of silver. Will the old man make fun of him?

The young man watched Dean Chen enter a restaurant. He looked up at the plaque and his eyes widened. The old man actually entered Xianhai Tower.

Xianhailou is a restaurant that was newly built in recent years. I heard that it has branches in several countries. The dishes here are mainly seafood from Nanyuan, and the prices are not affordable for ordinary people.

Not long after, he saw Dean Chen walking out empty-handed. His eyes dimmed instantly, and he sneered, "I knew the old man was just bragging..."

Before the young man could finish his words, he saw the manager of Xianhai Tower hurried out from behind, holding a box in his hands.

He was suddenly delighted and pretended to be calm as he watched the two people hurried over.

"Sir, this is one hundred taels of gold, please check it." Dean Chen stared at the bottle in his hand.

The shopkeeper of Xianhailou stepped forward and opened the box, revealing ten gold stators inside.

The boy's eyes widened, but seeing how straightforward he was, he was still a little scared: "Could this be fake?"

"Xianhailou never cheats." The shopkeeper said with full confidence.

The shopkeeper's words completely dispelled any doubts in the young man's mind. He handed the porcelain bottle to Dean Chen, went up to hug the box, and picked up a wound to bite.

Really, it’s true…

"I'm rich, I'm rich."

The boy was surprised and ran home in a hurry with the box, not even leaving his stall.

Dean Chen opened the bottle and took out the note inside. It was written by his little disciple, and she didn't write simplified Chinese characters, but letters.

When the little girl taught him to learn simplified Chinese characters, she wrote the 26 letters for him to learn, and also wrote a lot of simplified Chinese characters with letters.

He has now completely mastered the knowledge of simplified Chinese characters.

Dean Chen's eyes were filled with tears, and his fingers were trembling as he held the note. It was written by the little girl.

"Dean, why would you spend one hundred taels of gold to buy this porcelain vase?" the shopkeeper was puzzled.

Dean Chen suppressed his excitement, folded the note and placed it in the bottle: "This is a priceless treasure."

"Priceless treasure?"

Isn’t it just a bottle that was washed ashore by the tsunami in the South China Sea?

"Xianhailou has issued a notice, offering one hundred taels of gold for this bottle with a special note."

"good."

"And have someone investigate the island in the South China Sea where these bottles appeared from."

The shopkeeper nodded.

"Is your boss still in Jizhou City?"

"Just left four days ago."

"Send a message to him and ask him to come to Xianhai Tower in Jizhou City as soon as possible. The sooner the better."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Dean Chen looked up at the sky, tears flashing in his eyes. After six years, she finally had news. Everything was not empty talk. His little disciple was really still alive.

He wanted to tell them the good news and ask them to rush to Jizhou City.

In a blink of an eye, seven days passed.

The news that Xianhailou was buying a piece of paper with a strange note for 100 taels of gold spread throughout the coastal areas. People flocked to the South China Sea to look for it, and many fishermen even went out to sea just to find a bottle.

You know, one hundred taels of gold is enough for a family to live a wealthy life for a lifetime.

Over the past few days, Xianhailou has received one or two bottles with strange fonts, and Dean Chen also learned the specific origins and regions of the porcelain bottles.