Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Jin Chaochao saw him and wanted to wipe his snot on her.

She kicked him out and said, "Stand up and talk properly."

Sheng Ying fell to the ground, but regardless of the pain, he got up and followed Jin Chaochao into the store.

When the door opened, he walked to the shelf as if he had returned home, picked up an antique blue and white porcelain bottle, and studied it carefully.

Jin Chaochao walked to the main seat, pulled out a chair and sat down, "Don't touch my things."

Sheng Ying turned around and rolled her eyes at her. "I am yours now, and your things are mine too. I don't care. I have no place to live now, so you have to arrange accommodation for me."

"Sorry, I don't provide food and accommodation here." Jin Chaochao was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Sheng Ying sneered while holding the blue and white porcelain, "Okay, if you don't arrange accommodation for me, this bottle will be mine."

If he sells it later, he can not only buy a villa with a beautiful environment, but also save a lot of money and hire a nanny to cook for him.

Sheng Ying wanted to cry. If he had known that Jin Chaochao's conditions were so good, he would not have been a thief.

Just hug her thighs.

Jin Chaochao heard this, and the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, "I think you are itching for trouble!"

Sheng Ying was dismissive of her words, "I am your dog, you don't feed me, are you going to starve me to death?"

Jin Chaochao held her forehead with her hand. Is it too late for her to regret now?

After observing Sheng Ying, she found that he was quite knowledgeable about antiques and was very good at identifying them.

"Sheng Ying, let me teach you a skill!" Jin Chaochao suggested.

Sheng Ying put down the blue and white porcelain and sat down opposite Jin Chaochao. "Let me make it clear first, you can't force me to learn something I don't want to learn."

Jin Chaochao rolled her eyes at him and said, "You have no right to refuse. I am going to teach you how to identify antiques and restore cultural relics. Once you have learned it, go find a job."

Be an upright and clean person.

Sheng Ying didn't pay much attention to Jin Chaochao's words at first, but when he heard about antique identification and cultural relics restoration, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Are you really willing to teach me?" He found it unbelievable.

Ordinary craftsmen will not easily pass on their skills to others.

Jin Chaochao took the teacup and poured him a glass of water. "You are my dog, so I can't let you starve to death in the future."

Sheng Ying took the teacup with both hands and became serious, "I'll learn!"

He raised his head, his blood boiling, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.

Even though the water was so hot that he was grimacing, he still smiled foolishly with joy.

"Then let's start by repairing the calligraphy and painting!" Jin Chaochao took out a torn calligraphy and painting from the space symbol, "This is an authentic work of Tang Bohu, but it was crushed by something while being preserved. If it can be repaired, it will be considered a good deed."

Sheng Ying excitedly took the calligraphy and painting, "Jin Chaochao, how many treasures do you have in your hands!"

Jin Chaochao sneered, "I won't tell you."

In the morning, Jin Chaochao had been teaching him how to restore calligraphy and paintings.

She was right. Sheng Ying was talented in this area. Moreover, he had a strong interest in it and was unprecedentedly serious when doing things, and his techniques were even more delicate than hers as a teacher.

Seeing that he had such a high level of comprehension, Jin Chaochao gave him some ancient books on restoring antiques, as well as some broken antiques, and asked him to find a place to study them carefully.

In order to study, Sheng Ying plans to rent a house nearby and settle down completely.

Only after watching Sheng Ying take the things out did Jin Chaochao breathe a sigh of relief.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, someone else came to her door.

The person who came was a middle-aged woman, dressed casually and with short hair. Perhaps because she was in a hurry to go out, she didn't have time to comb her messy hair.

When she saw Jin Chaochao, she instinctively felt a little inferior and her eyes were evasive.

"Girl, can I come in?" Ma Jiao was thirty years old, and her eyes were full of fear.

Jin Chaochao smiled warmly, "Come and sit down!"

Ma Jiao sat down on the chair in front of Jin Chaochao, her expression was full of restraint, "I...I...I want to ask for a fortune."

"Okay!" Jin Chaochao handed her a cup of tea first.

The beautiful porcelain looked very valuable, and she didn't even dare to reach out to take it.

Jin Chaochao handed her the lottery stick tube and said, "Please draw one and I will interpret it for you."

Ma Jiao moved quickly, drew out a stick and handed it to Jin Chaochao.

Jin Chaochao looked at the words on the signature: mediocrity.

Ma Jiao held the bamboo stick and felt as if struck by lightning.

She was stunned for a long time before handing the lottery to Jin Chaochao, "Please help me interpret it!"

Jin Chaochao took the bamboo stick and put it back into the stick holder.

She looked at the woman and smiled.

"Do you believe in fate?"

The woman thought for a long time and nodded seriously.

Jin Chaochao took the fan, shook it gently, and said with a serious expression: "Mediocre, ordinary, there is no great wealth in this life, there are only trivialities and trivialities in life, and I have suffered a lot of grievances in my marriage, but I still don't get any understanding."

At first the woman tried to hide the panic in her eyes with a smile, but in the end she couldn't hold back her tears.

Jin Chaochao just looked at her quietly.

When she couldn't stop crying, she started to tell her story.

She got married at the age of 20. When she was young and ignorant, she felt that she had found true love.

She married without hesitation for the man she thought was love, but ended up giving birth to a child early, worrying about money, having a bad relationship with her in-laws, a selfish husband who didn't love her, and a child who wasn't well educated. She felt exhausted by life and suffocated by trivial matters.

Jin Chaochao waited for her to finish before slowly speaking, "Although I am a fortune teller, there is something I still need to tell you."

The woman looked at her with red eyes.

Jin Chaochao said in a gentle voice: "If you believe in fate, then there is no hope for the rest of your life."

The woman was puzzled. "Aren't you a fortune teller? You don't believe in fate, but you ask someone to tell your fortune. Isn't that a contradiction?"

Jin Chaochao's tone was still gentle, "Fortune-telling is to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. How many people can have a destiny? Most are ordinary people who live a mediocre life. If you believe in fate, you will not be able to break free from the shackles of destiny."

Women still don’t understand.

Jin Chaochao was not in a hurry and took out four cups from the drawer.

Arranged in order, they are the ugly clay cup, the exquisite porcelain cup, the beautiful silver cup, and the gorgeous gold cup.

Jin Chaochao looked at the woman, "Which one do you like?"

The woman pointed to the golden cup without hesitation.

Jin Chaochao nodded. "Look, every one of us is no exception. We all like gold cups. Not only does it have a gorgeous appearance, but it's also valuable. If you were to put yourself in one of these cups, which cup do you think you are?"

This time the woman hesitated. She was reluctant to make a choice, but finally her eyes stopped on the clay cup.

She is not pretty, even a little fat, has no skills, is not outstanding, and has low education...

Jin Chaochao knew that she had the answer in her heart. "The ceramic cup is just casually molded. The porcelain has been fired at high temperatures. The silver and gold cups have been tempered for thousands of times to have such a luster. If you want to be liked by others, you have to be a gold cup, or at the very least a porcelain cup."

The woman argued, "But I was born of dirt, how can I be a gold cup?"

Jin Chaochao still smiled, "Good question. There is a saying like this, have you ever heard it? Mixed between the awns, it changes and becomes qi, qi changes and becomes form, and form changes and becomes life."

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