The young man verified the authenticity of the money before handing over the item wrapped in old newspapers. He was quite cautious, which suggests he had been scammed before.
Liu Yihang accidentally glanced at his hand.
"You've practiced martial arts?"
The tall young man glanced at him in surprise and said, "I've practiced Shaolin Kung Fu for over ten years."
"More than ten years, then your kung fu must be pretty good. Why are you selling these things at a stall?" Liu Yihang asked with a smile.
As the man tidied up the other items on his stall, he muttered, "I used to work as a security guard, but I injured someone and ended up in jail. I heard this job makes money."
Liu Yihang understood. This was because he had been in Shaolin for too long and couldn't adapt to society. He also didn't know how to speak properly and had very low emotional intelligence.
"So how much money can you earn in a day?"
"It depends. On a good day, we can make a hundred or two hundred yuan, but on a bad day, we don't make a penny." Most of the time, we make nothing.
The man had probably been without anyone to talk to for a long time, and he started chatting with Liu Yihang like old friends.
"Sigh, what a pity, such a skilled craftsman!" Just by looking at his hands, Liu Yihang knew that he must be a formidable martial artist.
The man did not answer.
Liu Yihang became interested and exchanged a few moves with him bare-handed. A true expert can tell a lot from a single move.
This kid's hand skills are no worse than his; he's quite formidable.
It was rare to meet someone who shared the same interests, and a smile appeared on the man's face. The two seemed to appreciate each other's talents.
Liu Yihang, carrying his things, walked a few meters away when he suddenly remembered that Miao Cuihua had said in London that she would find a reliable bodyguard after returning to China. Now, her value was not what it used to be, and she was afraid that her colleagues would covet her.
So he took out his phone and called Miao Cuihua, only to be told that she didn't have time to arrange it yet.
Liu Yihang immediately said that he had met a skilled martial artist with good hand techniques, and that he was a quiet and reserved young man, so he felt comfortable using him. He asked her if she was interested.
Miao Cuihua told people to come to Biyun Building to see her tomorrow; she wanted to conduct an interview in person first, and then make further plans.
Liu Yihang quickly turned around and found the young man: "Hey, big guy, I have a stable job with a monthly salary of over four thousand. Do you want to take it?"
"What am I supposed to do? I won't do anything illegal or criminal!"
He spends ten days a month collecting goods in the countryside and twenty days setting up a stall here. At most, he earns a little over a thousand yuan a month.
Sometimes I only earn three to five hundred yuan.
If I had a stable job with a monthly salary of 4,000, that would be great.
But he also remembered his master's instructions when he came down the mountain: not to do anything illegal or criminal.
"They definitely won't let you break the law. It's just being a bodyguard for a rich person. They're not even sure if they'll hire you yet; they'll have to meet you first. Anyway, it's a good opportunity. Are you going or not?" Liu Yihang said with a smile.
“Go!” the big guy answered decisively.
Anyway, he had nothing to offer anyone to take advantage of; he was just a worthless life.
"Okay, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, go to Biyun Building and tell the receptionist you're interviewing for a bodyguard position."
Biyun Building? He knew about it. A while ago, the whole antique street was talking about how Miao Cuihua, the owner of Biyun Building, had won a piece of extremely valuable imperial green jade in Yunnan gambling, and was the talk of the town for a time.
It seems this person wasn't joking with me.
"Why did you help me?" He looked intently at Liu Yihang.
In the year or two since he came down from the mountain, he has encountered a lot of malice. He has been cheated, cursed, beaten and taken to the police station, lived under a bridge, and scavenged for food in garbage dumps with beggars. He has endured all kinds of hardship.
This was the first time someone had extended such a helping hand to him.
"There's no reason why, I just feel it's a pity that you've practiced kung fu for so many years." Liu Yihang left after saying this.
Anyway, he's already built the bridge. Whether he walks on it or not, and how he walks on it, is up to him.
Liu Yihang continued to wander around with his things in his hands.
With this timer as a backup, his practical assignment can be considered complete.
Although this is a niche item, it's still worth several thousand or ten thousand yuan, and it's genuine.
It's more than enough to handle practical course assignments.
Introducing this big guy to a job is a way of settling a score for him, so he can have a clear conscience.
Liu Yihang walked to the corner, where a lot of students were standing in front of a small stall. The vendor was talking eloquently, and the students were listening with great interest.
"This chicken-blood stone is a type of chalcedony with cinnabar streaks. It gets its name from the bright red color of the cinnabar, which resembles chicken blood. Chicken-blood stone, along with Shoushan stone, Qingtian stone, and Balin stone, is known as one of the 'Four Great National Stones.' It can be used to carve seals and is also highly collectible."
The bloodstone I have here is absolutely top-quality; you won't regret buying it, it's genuine.
The stall in front of him had a lot of chicken-blood stones on it.
Liu Yihang became interested and walked over, squatted down, and began to examine each piece one by one.
His smile quickly faded.
Good heavens, these "chicken blood stones" are just ordinary Changhua stones coated with red pigment and faked.
That's enough to fool these students.
Liu Yihang was about to stand up and leave.
A girl behind him accidentally kicked him.
Logically speaking, his lower body should be quite stable. Unfortunately, the kick came just as he was getting up and moving around, causing him to stumble.
He squatted down again, placing his hands directly on the vendor's stall to regain his balance.
"I'm sorry..." the girl quickly apologized after realizing she had caused trouble.
Liu Yihang ignored her.
He was taken aback by the sudden change in the sensation of his hands.
Let go of my hand and look closely.
He only looked at the first few stones before losing interest and didn't notice the stones behind them.
When both hands are pressed down at the same time, one hand feels extremely cold, while the other hand feels just normally cool.
As we all know, natural bloodstone feels cool to the touch; if it doesn't, it's likely a fake.
Because the weather is too cold in winter, all the stones are icy cold, so this method is not very applicable now, and he did not touch them directly with his hands just now.
But the stone’s icy touch caught his attention, perhaps because of its large size, which made it exceptionally cold.
After a careful examination, he discovered that it was actually a genuine Changhua chicken-blood stone.
After examining it again with X-ray vision, it was confirmed without a doubt.
This piece of bloodstone is so big, it must weigh about five or six kilograms.
I don't know why the owner put a real piece inside; whether it was an accident or something else, we have no idea.
Now that we've seen it, we can't let it go.
Liu Yihang checked all the stones on the stall again, confirming that only this one was genuine. He picked it up and asked, "Boss, how much?"
The shop owner, who was explaining the stone with saliva flying everywhere, saw that he had made a sale and quickly replied, "You have a good eye. This is the largest piece of chicken blood stone I have. If you really want it, you can take it for five thousand yuan."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yihang immediately put down the stone: "It's too expensive."
"What price do you want? We can discuss it." The vendor wasn't angry at all, and seemed to be trying to make money through amicable means.
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