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Chapter 5 Xiao Xia's Highlight Moment

On the first day in Yangzhou, Xia Lin did not rush to find his cell phone but rented a loft to live in. The rent was very cheap, only one dollar a day, which was just the price of two steamed buns. But don't expect a good environment, it could barely shelter from the wind and rain. However, the proprietress of this family was still very charming, but she seemed to have some shameful part-time job. Her husband was doing business in another place, but she could still hear some indecent noises at night.

Xia Lin lay on the stuffy bed, dangling his feet, while Lao Zhang listened at the wall nearby. After hearing a few screams and then a sudden high-pitched scream, they both laughed out loud at the same time.

"An old woman is talking about the youthful madness."

Xia Lin's casual remark caused Lao Zhang to be stunned: "You, a kid, made the meaning of this word become obscene with just one word difference. Daosheng, Daosheng, how many things are you hiding from your young master?"

"Remember, from now on you have to call me Master!"

Old Zhang didn't care. He exclaimed, "Yes, yes, Master. Go to bed quickly. You have to get up and be busy tomorrow."

"Tomorrow morning you and I will split up. You go find a way to get some money, and I'll go check out the antique shop."

Lying on the bed, Lao Zhang suddenly asked, "Hey, Daosheng. I never saw you thinking about any girl in the past. Why are you suddenly talking about the young lady from the Tang family?"

This question left Xia Lin unable to answer all of a sudden, mainly because some things could not be explained at all. It was not like he had not seen beautiful girls before, but the problem was that when he saw the sister of the Tang family, he had that kind of heart-pounding feeling. Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words, but these days, when he had some free time, he closed his eyes and all he could see was the charm of the girl in green.

Can't help myself.

Xia Lin fell asleep at some point, and today Miss Tang appeared in his dream again. They ate hot pot and watched movies together, and her bright eyes and white teeth were full of charm.

But wonderful moments are always short-lived. Just as they were about to kiss, he opened his eyes and saw Zhang Zhongchun sitting at the head of his bed, putting on his shoes, muttering, "I'll go to the morning market to look for my enemy, and you go look for your baby."

Xia Lin also sat up and said, "Old Zhang, whether Dongfeng can make a comeback depends on this move. Don't be greedy, angry, or stupid again. Just be patient."

After the two of them split up, Xia Lin arrived at their destination.

"Zhang's Antique Shop."

Relying on his vague memory, Xia Lin found the antique shop that made the original protagonist soar to fame. This must be the place, because what he described at the beginning was "green willows all around, and a stone bridge in front connects the north and the south." The word "因" was not written wrong. At that time, he was criticized by a reader for a long time because of the typo he wrote.

The scenery here is exactly the same as he described, and there is only one antique shop on this street, so it must be this one.

I thought that I came here more than a month earlier than Ye Liangchen, so the things must still be there.

"Where did this poor bastard come from? Get out, get out."

Just as he entered the store and hadn't opened his mouth yet, he heard the guy inside starting to chase him out with a broom. Xia Lin looked down at his own clothes and saw that he certainly didn't look like someone who could buy antiques. His clothes had been torn all the way through the store, and now he was wearing someone else's old clothes, looking shabby and miserable.

"Don't panic." Xia Lin walked around the clerk and went straight to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I want to ask you about something."

The shopkeeper was originally counting the bills, and when he heard his voice, he didn't even bother to look up. He just laughed and said, "If you have something good, take it out. I advise you not to think too much about other things. The things in this place are not something you can buy."

After hearing what he said, Xia Lin laughed and stopped talking. He just started walking around the house with his hands behind his back. He actually couldn't quite remember how Ye Liangchen got the phone at that time, so he had to take this time to recall it carefully.

"Why are you still standing here? Get out." The young man came up to Saul Xialin again.

Xia Lin smiled at him, then sat down on the chair and raised his head: "Are you the owner of this place?"

This sentence made the boy panic. He kept looking up at the shopkeeper and his expression became fierce: "If you continue to make trouble, don't blame me for being rude."

"Have you been polite to me since I came in? But shopkeeper, how do you know I can't afford it? Is this your way of doing business?"

The shopkeeper looked up upon hearing this and laughed, "Okay, then what would this guest like to see? Our shop is owned by Mr. Gao, the richest man in Yangzhou. We sell calligraphy and paintings, inkstones, and porcelain bottles. We just received a batch of goods today. There is an inkstone with a slight flaw. You can take it away for only fifty taels of silver. What would this young man like?"

Upon hearing the price, Xia Lin was secretly shocked, but considering that this was an antique shop, the price was indeed not too expensive. Thinking back to the time when Guo Jing invited Huang Rong to a restaurant for dinner and spent 19 taels, 7 coins and 4 cents, it seemed that this antique shop was quite conscientious.

Xia Lin pursed his lips. He knew he couldn't afford it. The shopkeeper also knew he couldn't afford it. The servant next to him looked at him as if he were watching a joke.

But this was only one chance, as the things would be taken away next month, and Xia Lin knew that in his current state it was simply a pipe dream to earn fifty taels of silver in a month, even if he washed dishes until smoking.

So he stood up, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Boss, if I can help you sell half of your inventory within ten days, can you let me choose any one thing in the warehouse?"

The shopkeeper looked up and squinted at Xia Lin, then he burst into laughter. Everyone knows that antique shops never trade in quantity. It may seem like a shop, but it's basically all about personal connections. Their profit model is not uncommon. Someone spends 500 taels to buy a vase and sends it to the Yangzhou prefect, asking him to appreciate it. Then the prefect's housekeeper takes the vase and they spend another 450 taels to take it back. That's 50 taels in total. That's where they make money.

"Oh? You are capable of this?"

At this moment, a young man in gorgeous clothes walked in. He was holding a fan in his hand and looked quite decent. The satin clothes on his body were also in line with the characteristics of Suzhou and Hangzhou. However, the flower on his head was a bit funny.

"Master."

The shopkeeper immediately stood up straight and said respectfully: "This kid is here to cause trouble, please don't bother with him."

"Let me ask you, are you serious about what you just said?" The young master ignored the shopkeeper and went straight to Xia Lin: "Clear half of the inventory in ten days? Are you serious?"

Xia Lin was a little nervous, but he thought it should be no problem, so he nodded heavily: "No problem, I'm 90% sure."

"Ninety percent sure? What if you can't?"

"You're not at a disadvantage." Xia Lin stood up and said with a smile, "Give it a try. My method is quite interesting."

"Okay, but if it doesn't work, I'm going to break one of your legs."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the young master, his expression gradually becoming serious, but it was obvious that the young master didn't care about his gaze. Come to think of it, it was true, given his status, people only talked to him for fun.

Xia Lin put on a smiling face, but in his heart he was saying, "Wait, you bastard, from now on, burn incense every day and pray that Grandpa doesn't get up. As long as Grandpa gets up, you can see whether I can do it or not and it will be done."

"Okay, that's settled. But since the young master wants a leg from me, can I go pick something now?"

"Okay, okay, I never knew a poor boy like you could be so courageous. Manager Chen, go get the key to the storeroom. I want to see what this kid has his eyes on."

At this moment, Xia Lin was still very excited. He certainly hoped to get it done in one go. Once he got the phone, wouldn't he be able to get whatever he wanted?

This is a gamble, so he took it. No matter what, he will find a way when the time comes.

Following the young man in fancy clothes to the warehouse at the back, Xia Lin smelled an old smell as soon as he entered. He looked around inside but didn't see anything that looked like a mobile phone.

He remembered that this phone was a concept phone, but not the concept phone at the press conference but the concept of the concept god. It could always maintain power and could be connected to the modern network without paying and always have data.

"Classmate Xiaoai."

"Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei."

"Hey, Siri."

At this time, the young master outside poked his head in and asked, "What are you yelling about?"

"The formula, the formula for our sect to determine the treasure, is like looking for a dragon and dividing gold by looking at the winding mountains, each winding is almost a level of difficulty."

"Playing tricks." The young master sneered and said disdainfully: "Hurry up, don't damage the treasure, any of the things here is enough to buy your life."

Xia Lin also smiled disdainfully and began to look around: "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi."

“Far ahead~”

Ah!!! There is a response, it’s Xiaoyi!

However, the sound was very weak and could only be heard vaguely. However, Xia Lin did not dare to shout again, and could only look in the general direction. After all, if other people found out that there was a magic weapon that could make sounds in this place, the people of this era would most likely offer it to the emperor of the dynasty or burn it as a magic weapon.

After searching for a while, he finally found the phone on the shelf of visiting paperweights. At that moment, Xiao Xia's heart almost jumped out. He reached out and pinched it, and the impact of the unique texture of modern craftsmanship hit him in the face.

At this moment, Xia Lin almost cried. This was no longer just a cheating device. It was a legendary treasure that reminded him all the time that he was a modern man...

(End of this chapter)