Chapter 098 Metaphysical Comparison + Raising a Child 22
Xiao Yan didn’t care. It was just the difference between turning on and off the live broadcast, which was not particularly troublesome for him.
"I respect the person's choice. You can ask him."
The young man had something to ask of Xiao Yan, and he also knew that live streaming could attract popularity to the master's live broadcast room, so he naturally agreed.
"You can take the photo, but please help conceal the exact location."
He doesn't want some bored netizens nearby to come to his house and harass him.
Since everyone involved agreed, Xiao Yan told Chen Zhao about it. Chen Zhao was naturally very happy to hear that he could go out and play.
I don’t know about other kids, but Chen Zhao really likes going out to play.
The young man’s home was not far from Xiuchun Road, and it took about fifteen minutes to get there.
The traffic is not very congested today, at least compared to the last time I went to the Antique Street, there are much fewer cars.
The young man did not log off. Seeing that Xiao Yan was almost there, he quickly switched to the backend to contact the property management.
After the young man communicated with the property management, Xiao Yan soon arrived at his home.
There are four households on each floor here, and his family lives at 602.
The property manager opened the door, told Xiao Yan to close the door when leaving, and then left.
Before entering, I saw a faint evil aura lingering on the door of Room 602. Fortunately, it had not overflowed yet. However, if it was not dealt with, it would spread to other residents, or the entire building, or even the entire community, or the area. It was only a matter of time.
Young people may decorate their homes with a bit of ancient charm because their families are in the jade business, or even deal with antiques.
Whether it is the sofa counter or the partition cabinet, they are all antique decorations.
Facing the ridicule from netizens in the live broadcast room, the young man laughed and said: "My dad likes these things more, but I personally don't care much. It doesn't matter where I live..."
Xiao Yan asked Chen Zhao to sit on the sofa. She was wearing a protective jade pendant that he had carved with his own hands, so she would naturally not be affected by the yin energy here.
"Brother, this place looks like a TV drama!" Chen Zhao looked around but did not touch anything impolitely.
"Does Zhaozhao like it?" Xiao Yan asked as he looked at it.
"Zhao Zhao likes the Snow White room!"
"Snow White's bedroom? When brother makes enough money, I'll prepare a little princess room for Zhao Zhao, okay?"
Chen Zhao's eyes lit up with joy: "I want a small slide!"
While chatting, Xiao Yan came to the door of a room with the heaviest yin energy.
"Whose room is this?"
The young man on the other end of the video also became a little nervous: "This is my dad's room, is there something wrong?"
"This house has the heaviest yin energy, it must be inside."
After a pause, Xiao Yan asked, "Is it convenient to go in?"
The young man nodded: "It's convenient, of course it's convenient, please feel free to do as you please."
When he opened the door, Xiao Yan was immediately attracted by a step-out bed.
The bed has a fine texture, a rosy and bright color, and delicate and luxurious carvings, and looks very exquisite.
However, the gloomy aura lingering over this step-out bed made of high-quality rosewood is as thick as a black cloud.
"Was this bed bought recently?" Xiao Yan asked.
The young man replied, "About a month ago. I don't know where my dad found it, but he really likes these things. He bought the sofa and cabinets in my house. They're said to be quite old."
"Master, is there something wrong with this bed?"
"Yes," Xiao Yan agreed with him, "The source is this bed. Your father sleeps in this bed every night, so he would naturally be affected by the negative energy on it. He's lucky that he didn't die suddenly."
Hearing this, the young man felt a little frightened and scared.
"So what do we do now? Burn this bed?"
Xiao Yan shook his head and said, "This bed is quite old. It would be a shame to burn it. I personally suggest donating it to the official museum in this area. Firstly, it will add some merit to your deeds, secondly, it will help preserve history. Thirdly, the museum belongs to the country, and the country's good fortune can suppress the negative energy on it. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone."
"Okay, but Master, I want to ask, if I donate it to the museum, will my father wake up?" The young man was more worried about this aspect.
"Your father simply developed a connection with this bed because he slept there every day. After the donation, the source of his energy was suppressed, and your father will naturally wake up. I'll leave you two more talismans to increase your Yang energy. You and your father will each wear one. When you have time, go out more often, exercise, get more sun, maintain a regular schedule, and take care of your health."
The young man was busy dealing with these things and quickly responded: "Okay, thank you, Master. I will contact the museum now. I'm logging off now. I'll thank you again when I'm done!"
Without talisman paper and cinnabar, Xiao Yan could only find a piece of paper and use his blood as cinnabar.
After drawing the talisman, Xiao Yan looked at the time. It was almost noon.
"That's all for today. We'll continue at 2pm."
After turning off the live broadcast, Xiao Yan came to Chen Zhao's side and saw Chen Zhao looking at him worriedly: "Brother, does it hurt? Blow it, and the pain will fly away!"
Xiao Yan glanced at the blood-clotting fingertips and said, "It's okay. It's just a small wound. It will heal in a few days."
Chen Zhao buried his head in Xiao Yan's shoulder somewhat unhappily, and said in a dull voice: "Brother, Zhao Zhao doesn't want Snow White's room, nor does he want the little slide. Zhao Zhao doesn't want brother to be in pain!"
Because of his parents' departure, Chen Zhao became more dependent on his family.
Xiao Yan was just too lazy to go out and buy it because he thought it was too troublesome. He didn't think about taking Chen Zhao's feelings into consideration for a moment. Now that he realized it, he realized that he had been inconsiderate.
"Don't worry, Zhao Zhao. Brother won't let himself get hurt again."
Chen Zhao tilted his head, thought for a moment, then raised his hand: "Brother, pinky promise!"
After making a pinky promise, Xiao Yan carried Chen Zhao away.
At noon, they went to eat home-cooked meals - stir-fried pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, egg custard and rice.
The food outside is quite smoky and tastes good, but you can't eat it all the time. It's not good for people with a physique that easily gets angry. Fortunately, they only go out to eat once in a while, not very often.
After dinner, Xiao Yan took Chen Zhao to the antique street again.
Since he had already planned to engage in this kind of work, he naturally had to prepare the tools to avoid things like what Chen Zhao was worried about today.
Yellow paper, belonging to the element of earth in the Five Elements, is used as a medium for communication between heaven and earth. Xiao Yan bought a stack of 7 x 21 cm sheets, about a hundred in total. He didn't count them, but judging by the weight, they weren't much different.
In addition to yellow paper, Xiao Yan also bought high-grade colored paper. Of course, colored paper is just a general term, and there are actually red or white paper. This kind of paper requires a high level of skill from the caster, otherwise there will be a risk of backlash.
When watching this, the boss glanced at him, and it seemed that the store owner was also an insider.
"Use it with caution!" the boss reminded, but he didn't say much because he didn't know whether Xiao Yan was a fellow practitioner.
Afterwards, Xiao Yan also bought things like cinnabar and peach wood for casting spells, spending a total of tens of thousands.
This shop is relatively remote, and generally few people come here to buy. Even if they do, they will be discouraged by the prices. However, not long after Xiao Yan arrived, he saw quite a few people coming, and they seemed to be old customers.
These people always buy a lot every time, which made Xiao Yan a little puzzled. Then he saw a simple sign at the door of the store with words like "wholesale" written on it.
Xiao Yan: “…”
This is just the wholesale price! If they were sold individually, I wonder how much more expensive it would be.
"Boss, do you have any copper coins for sale? The kind that are of a certain year." Xiao Yan asked.
New copper coins are also effective, but old copper coins are more effective.
"Yes," the boss pointed to several cartons on the counter. "Look, those are the cartons. Take a look for yourself."
He reminded: "After our family makes a move, we cannot return or exchange it."
This is the rule in the antique world. Some people may make mistakes or ask for a refund by taking a fake item. In order to prevent this from happening, these rules are in place.
Xiao Yan went over and took a look. There were new and old goods inside, but nothing with a negative aura. The boss must have been worried about something going wrong and had already dealt with it.
Xiao Yan selected two copper coins of some age and asked, "How much are these two?"
The boss raised his eyelids and took a look: "Young man, you have good taste."
"This one is a copper coin from the Baojun era, and it costs ten thousand. That one is from the Xihui era, and it costs twenty thousand."
Xiao Yan: “…”
Xiao Yan, who was short of money, also started to bargain.
"Boss, don't think I'm an outsider and try to trick me! This one is from the Baojun era, but inflation was rampant, and there were plenty of Baojun coins on the market. This one is also from the Xihui era, but it's a counterfeit, different from the official ones. Look, the horizontal stroke in the middle of this character is a little shorter, and it doesn't carry the image of an official."
Every antique has its own aura. For example, things made by the royal family will have a royal aura on them, and things made by the imperial court will have an official aura on them. This aura will only fade with the transfer and circulation, and even with the passage of time, and it will rarely disappear.
Although he is not particularly proficient in antiques, at least not as good as those professionals, he is very good at judging luck.
After hearing this, the boss looked at Xiao Yan in surprise and said, "Wow, I can't believe you are so young, but you are so experienced. You have a really good eye. This coin is indeed a folk imitation, but the age cannot be faked."
"How about this, since you're kindred spirits, I'll give you a discount. If you want both, just 20,000 is all you need. Just consider it a friendship."
Xiao Yan: “…”
I'm afraid all your friends are just innocent.
Xiao Yan began to play the victim: "Look at me, I'm so young, how can I have so much money?"
The boss interrupted him, "Brother, we're all in the same boat. With your luck, you'll make a lot of money in the future. Don't stare at me for my meager earnings. I'm just earning my hard work. These days, everyone values trusting science. I'm constantly getting reported. Our business isn't easy, so please be considerate of me."
"You also said that, that's all matter for the future. I really don't have much money right now, and I haven't even decided where to live. I will come back to buy from you in the future, just as if we were friends. Fifteen thousand is fine for me." Xiao Yan tried hard to bargain.
boss:"……"
The boss exclaimed, "You're bargaining too hard, young man! No, no, add a little more. It seems you and I are destined to be together. How about this? Eighteen thousand. I really can't give you any less. If you want to buy it, pay for it. If you don't, I can't do anything about it."
Xiao Yan tried to reason with him, "Fifteen thousand. Look, this is a fake. How can it be priced the same as the official one?"
The boss was so pestered by Xiao Yan that he had no choice but to agree: "Okay, okay, 15,000 is 15,000, and don't tell anyone. I never bargain here, so don't let people think I treat you differently! If it's good, come back and buy from me next time! Come on, add me on WeChat to prevent me from being reported for moving out of business again."
Xiao Yan didn't believe his lies about never bargaining, but he still added him as a friend.
He had seen this store recommended online. It was not easy to find a like-minded person. After all, laymen did not understand this and the goods they sold were not very useful. This was the difference between laymen and experts.
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