Chapter 87 There Are So Many Heirloom Treasures



In the evening, Wang Dajun went to see Qi Ye again.

"Seventh Master, she only took the jade pendant from those things. She didn't take any of the other imitations or repaired items. It seemed like she knew they were worthless."

Master Qi exhaled a puff of smoke and narrowed his eyes: "Oh, so capable?"

"Yes." Wang Dajun said: "Look, these are all things she doesn't want. I asked her several times to take another look, but she refused."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on the face of the Seventh Master, which was stained with the traces of time. "It's quite interesting. There are probably not many people in the whole country who are so capable at such a young age."

"Have you found out her identity?"

"I've found out. He's an educated youth who went to the countryside. His hometown is Peicheng. He's preparing to take the university entrance exam in Fucheng. He's currently living with an old lady."

The Seventh Master frowned: "Jin Yu Family?"

"Yes." Wang Dajun nodded.

"Tsk, she does know how to find a place to live. The Jinyu family used to be powerful royal relatives, but it's a pity that in this new society, there are only two of them left."

"That's right. He's so poor that he rents out his house. I guess he really doesn't have any of his old stuff anymore, so he lives so poorly. He'd rather sweep the streets than sell his stuff for money."

The Seventh Master laughed sarcastically: "That would require talent from their family."

The man was sold short when he was alive, and after going through so many things, even mountains of gold and silver would not be enough to plunder him.

"Arrange it, I'll meet her." There's someone like that, and Master Qi is very willing to meet her.

Wang Dajun nodded.

When Yang Zhaozhao went to the black market on the first day, Wang Dajun came over and asked, "Big sister, do you still collect old things?"

"You have the goods so soon?" Of course Yang Zhaozhao would not refuse any offer.

Wang Dajun nodded and said, "This time it's good stuff. The other party doesn't want to trade it outside, so I want you to go to their house and take a look. If you trust me, I'll lead you there."

"Brother Wang, if there is anything I can't trust, of course I have to go." Yang Zhaozhao was fearless. If something happened, she could just hide in the space and no one would be able to catch her.

"Okay, then we'll meet at the intersection ahead at 6 p.m."

After agreeing on a time, Yang Zhaozhao went to the black market near the air-raid shelter, but found nothing.

I followed the navigation and went to another black market, but still couldn't find it.

After all, Fengcheng is not the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties or a famous historical city. It is just a remote small town. How could it have so many antiques and cultural relics?

If you want to earn more, you still have to go to the old cities.

For example, Jingshi, Anshi, Nanshi, and those ancient cities.

Unfortunately, she is now in Fengcheng and can’t go there even if she wants to.

The only way to go there is probably to get admitted to a university there.

Otherwise, in this era where you need a letter of introduction to go out, it would be inconvenient to go anywhere.

Knowing that Yang Zhaozhao had made an appointment, Li Yiling was worried: "I'll go with you. It's safer for two of us. Don't worry, I won't ask what you're doing, and I won't ask."

Yang Zhaozhao: “…”

The other person is so considerate. If Yang Zhaozhao refuses again, it would be a bit ungrateful!

In this way, Li Yiling followed Yang Zhaozhao to the agreed intersection.

Wang Dajun had been waiting there for a long time and had smoked three cigarettes.

Looking at Li Yiling who came with her, she didn't say anything, knowing that Yang Zhaozhao had her concerns.

However, if he really wanted to do something to her, even with the ferocious Li Yiling, it would be useless.

Wang Dajun led the way on his bicycle, while Yang Zhaozhao and Li Yiling followed on their own bikes. After circling half the city, they finally stopped in front of a courtyard in the west. "We'll just have to wait until we meet Master Renxie Qi."

Yang Zhaozhao raised his eyebrows. Anyone who could be called "Master" was not a simple person.

Yang Zhaozhao suspected that he was not meeting the seller, but someone else?

Nodding calmly, they entered the yard: "Seventh Master, people are coming!"

Across the curtain, an old voice came: "Come in."

When Yang Zhaozhao and Li Yiling entered, they saw an old man sitting on a throne. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, about the same age as Grandma Cui.

A pair of sharp and shrewd eyes were stained by time, but the light in them was not diminished at all.

When Yang Zhaozhao was looking at Qi Ye, Qi Ye was also looking at Yang Zhaozhao, but he didn't expect that the little girl had such a tender face and was so beautiful.

He doesn't look like a profiteer at all.

But she still looks like an expert.

Restraining his emotions, Master Qi smiled and said, "Don't be shy. I just happened to have something I wanted to sell. Wang Dajun said he knew a buyer, so he asked you to come over and take a look."

"I'm old and don't like to move around. I hope the young comrade can forgive me!" Although he said forgiveness, his expression didn't show any embarrassment.

Yang Zhaozhao smiled foolishly: "We are the ones who disturbed him. Master Qi said there was something. Where is it?"

The Seventh Master leaned on his crutches and said, "It's inside. Come and take a look. If you like it, take it away."

Yang Zhaozhao followed the Seventh Master, and Li Yiling lagged behind Yang Zhaozhao by a step. From their tone, he roughly knew what they were talking about.

Li Yiling then remembered why Yang Zhaozhao was so interested in those things before.

It turned out that every time she went to the black market, it was for those things.

Is she also doing this for smuggling?

Thinking of the space, Li Yiling shook his head.

This space can't be so low-class. She must have a more noble purpose to make a profit from antiques and cultural relics.

If Li Yiling knew that Yang Zhaozhao was just trying to pay off his debts, he would probably be very disappointed.

The yard was very large. After passing through the living area, I went to the backyard and then to a side room. There was a thermos-sized bottle on the table.

Yang Zhaozhao took a glance and sniffed a faint scent.

The Seventh Master noticed Yang Zhaozhao's expression and saw her beautiful eyes light up. He tightened his grip on his cane slightly and said, "It's this vases, an heirloom. How much do you think it's worth?"

Yang Zhaozhao looked around for a while and confirmed that the smell that smelled like feces was coming from the vase. She knew she was not mistaken, the vase was a fake one that was pieced together.

About half of it was repaired later, so this vase is not valuable.

Under the watchful gaze of the Seventh Master, Yang Zhaozhao smiled and said, "This vase is quite beautiful!"

"It's really beautiful. If I wasn't a little tight on money, I wouldn't be in a hurry to buy it."

Qi Ye's acting was quite convincing, but Yang Zhaozhao was in no mood to watch the show. She looked embarrassed and asked, "Can I go to the toilet?"

Seventh Master: “…”

Wang Dajun: “…”

Li Yiling saw that her face looked a little unhappy, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Zhaozhao nodded embarrassedly. It was a familiar feeling. If she guessed correctly, it must be her period. Fortunately, she was wearing cotton pants, so it shouldn't leak.

Qi Ye didn't look like Yang Zhaozhao was making excuses, so he pointed the way and led him to the toilet.

Her mind nearly exploded as she walked through a locked door.

The material space issued a severe alarm: [A large number of antiques and cultural relics have been detected. Please collect them, collect them, collect them!]

Yang Zhaozhao covered his stomach and looked at the locked room in front of him. He squinted his eyes and pushed open a gap. He sniffed like a cat or dog. The fragrance was so strong that Yang Zhaozhao almost fainted.

Yang Zhaozhao: “…”

This Seventh Master has so many things passed down from his ancestors, hahaha!

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