"call."
Ruan Qiushui took off her clothes and sat by the hot spring.
As is customary, one should soak in the hot spring first before having time to do anything else.
Once Ruan Qiushui had completely recovered from her fatigue, she changed into clean clothes and went to the warehouse.
"Centennial ginseng, centennial lingzhi mushrooms, deer antler, cordyceps, Da Hong Pao tea, bird's nest, shark fin..."
Ruan Qiushui took out the list her father had made and picked out each item one by one.
"Luckily, Zhou Yi prepared enough gift boxes, otherwise we would have had to buy them on the spot."
Ruan Qiushui packed all the gifts into suitable gift boxes and only completed the first task after confirming that everything was in order.
"It's time for Smoothie to make its mark in the makeup market."
Aside from lipsticks, Snow White has always focused on skincare products.
There are already many prototypes of cosmetics on the market, and Ruan Qiushui certainly wouldn't let this market pass her by.
Just like she said before, when it comes to making money, women's money is the easiest to earn.
No one can resist the allure of things like clothes, bags, cosmetics, skincare, and food; everyone has their favorite.
"Let's test the waters first and pick a few basic makeup products."
"Foundation is essential, along with concealer, contouring, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, mascara..."
While experimenting with the ingredient ratios, Ruan Qiushui had the processing plant process the ingredients.
She worked for nearly six hours in the space to create the perfect makeup that met her vision.
After noting down the recipe proportions, Ruan Qiushui successfully collapsed onto the recliner to rest.
"I'm both tired and hungry."
Ruan Qiushui didn't want to move a single finger at the moment.
I rubbed my rumbling stomach and decided to grab a boxed lunch from the warehouse to fill it up.
If she weren't so busy, she would love to have hot pot again.
After eating and drinking her fill, Ruan Qiushui slept for several hours in the space before coming out.
It was only two o'clock in the afternoon outside.
"It's time to go treasure hunting."
Ruan Qiushui thought about the letter left by her grandfather, and realized that there must be something special about this house.
However, during the initial quick tour, nothing unusual was found.
"I've never eaten pork, but I've certainly seen pigs run."
Thanks to the ample collection of TV dramas from my previous life, I was able to figure out certain patterns.
In situations like this, there must be a locked room.
As for whether it's a secret room underground or behind a wall in a room, we'll have to explore that further.
Ruan Qiushui first went to the first floor and carefully searched for clues.
Unfortunately, after spending an hour, I got nothing.
Next, Ruan Qiushui checked each room, considering the possibility of a locked room by examining the distance between the rooms.
Continue until you reach the second floor, turn left, and go to the room on the far left.
This room faces the guest rooms downstairs, but it feels much smaller compared to the guest rooms downstairs.
Ruan Qiushui became suspicious and began to investigate the room, which contained only a bed and a wardrobe.
Ruan Qiushui knocked on the two walls outside the door and window, and sure enough, she found that the sound from the left wall was a little off.
Ruan Qiushui carefully examined whether there was a mechanism that could be activated.
A hidden button was found on the pillar at the foot of the bed.
Ruan Qiushui pressed the button, and the paint on the left wall peeled off, revealing a wooden door that could only be entered by one person.
"Is this a sleeping potion?"
As soon as the door to the secret room opened, a cloud of white miasma rushed out, pouring into Ruan Qiushui's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.
If Ruan Qiushui hadn't closed her eyes, covered her ears, and held her breath in time, she would have almost fallen victim to the trap.
"No, this miasma is not just a sleeping potion."
Ruan Qiushui was startled, feeling her breathing suddenly become rapid, her head spin, and even her heart ache as if it were being pierced.
She's been poisoned.
If this situation continues for ten minutes or so, she might lose her life.
"Fortunately, my grandfather taught me how to detoxify, and I also have the antidote in my storage space."
Otherwise, by the time she concocts the antidote, she might already be dead.
Ruan Qiushui took out a red pill from her spatial storage and swallowed it, instantly restoring her body to normal.
"Isn't Grandpa being a bit too cautious? What exactly is in there?"
If it's just to guard against ordinary thieves or to preserve something that isn't particularly important, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?
If it weren't for the fact that this antidote was something my grandfather had repeatedly emphasized, even mentioning it on his deathbed, the original owner probably wouldn't have remembered it at all.
Once the miasma had dissipated, Ruan Qiushui took out a flashlight and went inside.
Wow.
"That's way too exaggerated."
Inside the secret room, ten bookshelves stood against the wall, all filled with antique calligraphy and paintings.
In the open space in the middle, there were also ten sandalwood boxes.
Ruan Qiushui struggled to move forward through the gap, thankfully avoiding being tripped by the boxes.
As each wooden crate was opened, its contents were revealed.
The ten boxes contained half jewelry and half gold bars.
Ruan Qiushui was dazzled by the gold bars and turned her attention to the antique calligraphy and paintings.
"These paintings and calligraphy works are all by famous artists. These antiques are also all extraordinary."
Although Ruan Qiushui is not a professional appraiser, she has been running the Gujin Auction House for so long that she still has some discernment.
These antique paintings and calligraphy works are mostly authentic pieces by famous artists from the Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties. Any one of them, if placed in later generations, would surely attract a frenzy of bidding from the wealthy, showcasing their status.
Antiques and calligraphy are of this caliber, not to mention gold and silver jewelry.
Just by looking at the craftsmanship and materials, you can tell it's a royal product.
"Huh, what's this?"
Ruan Qiushui saw a parchment scroll tied with hemp rope in one of the gold bar chests.
Ruan Qiushui untied the rope and saw a letter written inside.
"So all these treasures belonged to my grandmother."
The letter left by my grandfather, besides expressing his hopes for Ruan Qiushui, also explained the origin of these items.
The original owner's maternal grandmother was a descendant of a prince in the late Qing Dynasty, and these things were all part of the prince's wealth.
Because of the turbulent times, these things could not be exposed to the light of day, so they were hidden here, waiting for the right opportunity.
Grandpa didn't know when the light would come, or whether these things would still have any value. He only hoped that one day, these things could see the light of day again.
Therefore, apart from the gold bars, it is hoped that Ruan Qiushui will not sell these things cheaply unless absolutely necessary.
This is his grandmother's legacy, and also his cherished memory.
"Grandpa and Grandma, I will keep these things safe."
"Since Grandpa doesn't want me to sell these things cheaply, then let's just not sell them at all."
If these items were taken to the Ancient and Modern Auction House, they would indeed accumulate unimaginable wealth for Ruan Qiushui.
But Ruan Qiushui wanted to preserve the memory of her maternal grandparents.
Instead, we could gather all these things together and establish a museum later.
Ruan Qiushui waved her hand and put everything in the secret room into her space, leaving only ten bare bookshelves.
"It wouldn't be bad to convert this place into a study in the future."
The bookshelves are made of high-quality wood, saving her the trouble of decorating them.
Having finished everything, Ruan Qiushui took out the items listed by her father from her spatial storage and left.
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