Qiao Lian'er brought in breakfast. She didn't like the food here, but to show that she had eaten it, she put it all away in her spatial storage.
Just as they were about to go to the mine they had identified yesterday to learn more about the situation, a voice came from outside: "Miss Shui, are you there?"
It was the sound of Danso.
Qiao Lian'er opened the door, but Suo came with someone whose clothes looked somewhat familiar.
Qiao Lian'er thought about it carefully and realized that the other person was wearing the uniform of Uncle Yin's subordinate, and judging from the color, his status was not low.
The other person spoke in a string of words for a while, but the translator said, "Miss Shui, Uncle Yin wishes to see you."
His brow furrowed, concealing a hint of worry, yet he feigned a relaxed demeanor.
Qiao Lian'er had known this moment would come. She nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll go now."
After taking two steps, Dan Suo glanced back and asked, "Where's Young Master Bai? Isn't he going?"
"He ate and then went for a stroll. Since Uncle wanted to see me, he didn't need to go."
But Solo translated the words to the other party, who said nothing.
In translation situations, it is generally required to translate what both parties say. This is a sign of respect and responsibility.
Pei Shijiu was in the study in the space, browsing through the books on the bookshelf.
The page was full of simplified Chinese characters, and after learning them, he was able to easily master them based on their form.
He put down the book in his hand and frowned slightly: "Uncle Yin came looking for me so quickly, he really couldn't hold back."
Qiao Lian'er replied to him telepathically: "Uncle Yin is a local bigwig here. People like him have no scruples and prefer to do things more directly."
"He must have his eye on your skills. He either wants to cooperate with you or he wants you to leave forever."
Neither of these options is possible for Qiao Lian'er.
"Then let's see which play he's performing."
When they arrived at Uncle Yin's warehouse, Qiao Lian'er was invited into the hall. She smelled a familiar tea aroma and saw that Biluochun tea from the Central Plains was laid out on the tea table.
Uncle Yin, sitting in the main seat, gestured for someone opposite him to enter.
Qiao Lian'er sat down, but Suo stood to the side, bowing, looking humble and cautious.
Think of his usual liveliness, that natural growth, it's a stark contrast to his current state.
Qiao Lian'er suddenly felt a pang of sympathy; this was the pity she, a woman in her thirties, felt for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child.
He humbled himself so much in order to survive and to ensure that the local villagers had something to eat.
Uncle Yin personally poured Qiao Lian'er a cup of tea and then pushed it in front of her: "Miss Qiao, please. I hope it suits your taste."
After Suo translated, Qiao Lian'er picked up her teacup and took a sip.
"Uncle Yin, get to the point."
Uncle Yin clapped his hands, and several of his men came in, each carrying a stone, and placed the stones on the large mahogany tea table.
"I know that Miss Shui is an expert in appraisal, and I would like to ask Miss Shui to help me appraise the value of these stones."
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