Chapter 77: Treasure Hunt
Zhong Nianyao didn't know that Meng Rou already hated her at this time, and she didn't know that in the near future, it would cause her some trouble.
After leaving the Meng family, she headed straight for the street she had been walking on before. She had already promised Lu Yichen that they would go to the tomb together next month, and for safety reasons, she wanted to see if she could find any treasures.
She still didn't know what kind of tomb Lu Yichen was going to go to. However, the older the tomb, the more dangerous it was, and there was a high chance of encountering zombies. If she encountered zombies that had practiced for hundreds of years, it would be really dangerous.
After getting in the car, Zhong Nianyao soon arrived at the alley she had been to before.
After getting off the bus, she began to walk around the alley as if she was familiar with the place. However, after a round, she didn't see anything suitable in the stalls outside.
Zhong Nian Yao couldn't help but sigh, thinking in her heart, as expected, not every time you can be as lucky as last time.
Since she couldn't find anything suitable outside, she started shopping in the nearby shops.
After entering a shop that looked relatively large, Zhong Nianyao began to look at the goods inside.
Unlike the small stalls outside, most of the things in this shop are genuine and good. And unlike outside, everything inside is clearly marked with a price.
However, there are many antiques inside, but nothing suitable.
The shop assistant didn't bother them, just watching quietly. Being able to work in a shop like this required some good eyesight and basic manners. Furthermore, generally speaking, if a customer didn't ask for help with an introduction, it was best not to bother them, lest they annoy them.
After walking around, Zhong Nianyao didn't find anything she needed or liked. She felt a little disappointed and started to leave.
Just when she was about to leave, a middle-aged man with tattered clothes and a weather-beaten face came in, holding a wooden box in his hand.
What caught Zhong Nianyao's attention was not the man, but the wooden box in his hand. She didn't know what was inside, but it actually gave off a faint spiritual aura.
"Hello, I have something I want to sell to your store." The middle-aged man, Qian Pengze, looked at the clerk, "Is your store manager here?"
Although his clothes were a little worn and he was here to buy things, there was no trace of uneasiness or inferiority on Qian Pengze's face. He stood there with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his eyes weathered but not dejected.
The clerk looked at Qian Pengze with some sympathy, and then said, "Boss Qian, you have come here several times. Our store manager--"
"I know," Qian Pengze was not angry, but insisted, "What I have today is really a good thing, please ask your store manager to take a look!"
He really had no other choice. The thing in his hand was his family heirloom and his most precious thing. If he hadn't been desperate, he wouldn't have thought of pawning it.
"Boss Qian, it's not that I don't want to help you," the clerk said, his face full of embarrassment, "but our store manager has already said that no matter what you bring, he won't accept it."
"I'm just a small clerk. I really can't make the decision. Please don't make it difficult for me."
After hearing what the clerk said, Qian Pengze was very disappointed, but in the end he said nothing. He just nodded, picked up the box, and walked out.
Since the store refused to close, he had to go back and find another way. He was practically at his wit's end. Not only was his business losing money, but his wife was also ill and desperately needed money for treatment. He had to find a solution quickly.
Looking at Qian Pengze's leaving figure, the clerk's face was filled with sympathy and regret, which finally turned into a sigh, "What a pity."
Zhong Nianyao left the store directly, then quickly walked forward and caught up with Qian Pengze, "Wait a moment, wait a moment."
Qian Pengze, who was still thinking of a solution, seemed to hear someone calling him. He turned around and saw a young girl walking towards him quickly.
Although he didn't know what was going on, he still stopped and asked politely, "Miss, do you know me? What do you want to talk to me about?"
Zhong Nianyao stepped forward quickly, took a look at the box in Qian Pengze's hand, and then said, "I don't know you, but I'm very interested in the box in your hand."
After hearing Zhong Nianyao's words, Qian Pengze's eyes suddenly lit up. He spoke quickly with a hint of urgency in his tone, "The box contains my family heirloom. If I hadn't had to, I wouldn't sell it. You can take a look first and then make a decision."
Zhong Nianyao nodded, "Boss Qian, is that so? Why don't we find a place to sit down and have a good chat!"
A moment later, at a window seat in a teahouse—
Zhong Nianyao and Qian Pengze sat opposite each other and both introduced themselves.
Qian Pengze pushed the box in his hand in front of Zhong Nianyao and said, "Miss Zhong, you can take a look at the things first. If you really like them and want to buy them, we can discuss the price later."
Although he didn't know Zhong Nianyao very well, he could tell from her dress and her demeanor that she was definitely raised in a wealthy family. That was why he sat down with her and had a long and detailed chat. Because he knew that if she really liked her, she would definitely be able to buy her.
This is not because he is realistic, but because he no longer has much time to waste.
Zhong Nianyao didn't care about the other person's thoughts. She reached out and directly opened the wooden box on the table. As soon as the wooden box was opened, a simple and ancient atmosphere came to her, mixed with a hint of spiritual energy. At a glance, it was clear that this was indeed a treasured item that had been collected for a long time.
Inside the box lay a compass. It wasn't large, barely larger than her palm, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of. However, the marks on it showed how many years it had passed through, and who knew how many hands it had passed through.
The compass was already imbued with a touch of spiritual energy. While it wasn't yet strong enough to qualify as a spiritual weapon, it was still a rare and valuable item. If it were released, it would surely be a favorite of all the great Feng Shui masters.
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