The knocking startled Bai Yejin.
Bai Yejin was fully prepared to sleep in the same bed as Lin Yifeng, but the knocking on the door shattered the mental composure she had painstakingly built up.
She was even prepared to draw a 38th parallel for Lam Yat-fung, so that he wouldn't cross the line!
"who!"
Lin Yifeng rolled over and got out of bed. The security situation wasn't good these days, so he quietly took out the short knife he had been hiding on his body and opened the door a crack.
Through the crack in the door stood a young man.
Wearing a baseball cap, a black plaid shirt, jeans, and sunglasses.
"Brother, it's me!"
This was the young man who had previously tried to sell Lin Yifeng his sister. Lin Yifeng was certain he had something good and told him to come to him.
As expected.
"Shall we talk as soon as we come in, or what?"
"Brother, if I asked you to come with me, would you dare?"
Hearing the young man say that, Lin Yifeng couldn't help but smile.
Will I go with you?
Dude, do you think this is 2025?
Even in 2025, I wouldn't go with you just because of one sentence.
I'm so damn awesome!
Lin Yifeng naturally wouldn't go with the young people; he wasn't Ye Yuqing, who could easily take on ten or more people by himself.
"There's no need to make the trip; one has to be careful when trying to get ahead these days."
"At least the guesthouse is a little safer. If I go out with you guys, I'll be lying dead in the street tomorrow and nobody will care."
"Brother, you must be joking. We're just asking for a little money, not our lives!"
The young man pointed to the room: "Shall we go inside and talk?"
"Come!"
Lin Yifeng made way for the young man who was trying to sell his sister to him, along with two other people, to file in.
The young man carried a large black bag on his back, which occasionally made a tinkling sound as he walked, indicating that it contained some porcelain.
The other two were a bit older, bald, with an honest face, dressed in migrant worker's clothes, and taciturn.
He was carrying a white urea bag on his back. The bag was very heavy, and when he put it down, the floor of the guesthouse could be clearly felt to vibrate.
The other one was a girl with permed hair and heavy makeup.
The girl looked to be in her early twenties, and Lin Yifeng guessed that she was most likely the "younger sister" he had been introduced to.
The heavily made-up girl was also carrying a bag. Her bag wasn't big, and Lin Yifeng couldn't guess what was inside.
"Brother, all my guys are here."
"This is only the first part of my story. Most of the stuff is in another place. If you don't dare to go, I won't force you."
After the young man in the baseball cap finished speaking, he began to open his black package.
One by one, items were taken out of the black package. Most of the items were bottles and jars, and the young man wearing the baseball cap knew to wrap them up to avoid bumping or knocking them over.
Lin Yifeng closed the room door and windows, and also drew the curtains.
After doing all this, he squatted down and carefully and confidently examined the bottles and jars.
"Xiao Jin, you come too!"
Bai Yejin is the daughter of Jianzhan (a type of ancient Chinese ware), and she knows a little about these things. Lin Yifeng invited Bai Yejin to appreciate these bottles and jars together.
"good."
Bai Yejin squatted down next to Lin Yifeng and appraised the bottles and jars with him.
Jinghua Garden is located in Central Plains Province.
Throughout the 4,900 years of Chinese history, the Central Plains Province has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists.
This place holds so many treasures. Even if this young man in the baseball cap pulled out something from the Xia Dynasty, Lin Yifeng wouldn't be surprised.
After all, this is the Central Plains Province!
One of the birthplaces of Chinese civilization.
The black package contained thirteen items, including porcelain, bowls, plates, and even a chamber pot used by ancient people at night.
When Lin Yifeng and Bai Yejin saw the chamber pot, they couldn't help but exchange a glance, their faces filled with disgust.
Damn it.
You treasured chamber pots from the Republican era!
Even in 2025, this thing wouldn't sell for more than a few hundred yuan.
"Hey bro, look around, see if there's anything you like!"
When the young man in the baseball cap asked a question, Lin Yifeng first glanced at him and then focused his attention on the urea bag carried by the dull-looking middle-aged man.
The moment the urea bag was placed down, the ground shook violently, leading Lin Yifeng to guess that it might contain something valuable.
What's inside?
Can you open it?
"Brother, there's some real valuable stuff in there."
The young man lowered his voice and uttered two words: "Gold!"
gold?
A whole bag of gold?
How heavy is that?
It would weigh at least 30 or 40 kilograms, or even more!
Lin Yifeng's eyes narrowed slightly. No wonder the case of the cheap sale of gold and antiques in Jinghua Garden in his previous life could cause such a stir in Kyoto. Not to mention anything else, the gold alone was worth millions.
In 1992, the market price of gold was approximately 70 yuan per gram.
A pound of gold costs 35,000 yuan, and Lin Yifeng estimated that the gold in the urea bag was worth over a million yuan on the market.
million!!
What a concept!
Lin Yifeng currently only has a little over 100,000 yuan in cash.
Seeing Lin Yifeng's expression change, the young man in the baseball cap and the taciturn middle-aged man naturally reached into their pockets.
The young man in the baseball cap reminded Lin Yifeng, "Brother, don't be reckless. Let's have a fair trade, and not do anything unnecessary."
Seeing the young man's little trick, Lin Yifeng suddenly smiled, pointed to the urea bag, and shrugged: "This thing, it's fake, right?"
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