I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei sat up in bed and took the bag of seeds out of his ring.

The bag was small, with a white label on the seal that read "Gathering Spirit Grass" handwritten on it.

Upon opening the bag, the seeds inside were smaller than sesame seeds, dark brown in color, and densely packed together, with no particular smell.

He pondered for a moment.

We should plant a few trees in our own yard; my parents are getting older and need to take better care of their health.

The special operations brigade can also send some over.

They planted a circle of trees around Chu Yue and her team's new base. Since they train all day, a good environment is beneficial for their recovery.

He sealed the bag, took back the ring, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

The aroma of rice porridge wafted from the restaurant as Li Xiulan, wearing an apron, served dishes to the table.

Just as she finished eating and put down her chopsticks, she heard familiar footsteps outside the courtyard gate—Chu Yue was wearing a loose gray-blue tracksuit, her high ponytail swaying slightly as she ran, and the morning breeze lifted her bangs, revealing her smooth forehead and straight nose.

These past few days, she has been practicing the third set of body-refining techniques without fail. Although the difficulty of the movements is much higher than the first two sets, she always manages to grit her teeth and persevere, striving to make every movement standard and accurate.

After clearing away the dishes, Luo Fei began to instruct Chu Yue and her parents on how to practice.

Time passed quietly. On the bluestone slabs of the courtyard, Li Xiulan had just finished practicing a set of movements and was sitting on a stone bench wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Seeing Chu Yue stop and stand still, she immediately smiled and picked up the cooled warm water she had prepared: "Little Yue, take a rest, look how much you're sweating."

Chu Yue took the water glass and sipped it slowly, her cheeks flushed from the exercise. When she softly said "Thank you, Auntie," her voice was gentle and sweet, completely devoid of the sharp edge she used when carrying out a mission, where she used to say "I guarantee I will complete it."

Li Xiulan liked her more and more as she looked at her, her gaze lingering on her face for a few more seconds, and she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

Seeing that they were resting, Luo Fei went inside, moved a chair under the eaves, and brought over a small table. He then began to take out the artifacts collected by the Japanese chicken from his ring and examined them carefully, one by one.

More than a million cultural relics are piled up in the ring, like a small mountain.

When we were collecting artifacts before, we were just busy stuffing them in without looking at them carefully. Now that the museum is being rebuilt, these artifacts should be properly sorted out.

He possesses god-like appraisal skills; he can identify the authenticity, age, and origin of any cultural relic with just a glance, and even tell whether it has been restored and how well it has been restored.

No instruments, no comparisons, and no auxiliary tools are needed.

The first item is a bronze tripod.

He took it out of his ring, glanced at it, and instantly activated his divine treasure appraisal skill. Information immediately appeared on the bronze cauldron in front of him: Late Western Zhou Dynasty, three-legged cauldron with taotie pattern, no cracks on the body, the bronze rust is a natural peacock blue, and the decorative lines are smooth - definitely a genuine artifact.

After the appraisal was completed, the ring was retrieved and placed in a separate location.

The second item is a blue and white porcelain vase, with a clear, gem-like glaze and a rich, vibrant blue color.

Luo Fei recognized it as a lotus-patterned vase from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty with just a glance, but unfortunately there was a tiny crack on the neck of the bottle.

He reached out and gently stroked the glaze, judging from the direction of the cracks that it was a "kiln crack" caused by uneven stress in the body during firing. It was an original defect, which actually added a touch of historical charm.

The third item was a painting or calligraphy. I unfolded it and glanced at it—it wasn't the original, but a copy.

The imitation is good, but the spirit of the brushstrokes is off; the original author's essence is not captured.

This kind of thing is fine as an exhibit in a regular museum, but it would be inappropriate to mix it with genuine artifacts to make up the numbers.

Luo Fei rolled up the calligraphy and painting and put it in another part of the ring, his brows furrowing slightly.

He continued reading, and the more he looked, the more horrifying it became.

Of the cultural relics I've seen, the vast majority are genuine, but there are also quite a few fakes—some are entirely forged, with everything from materials to craftsmanship being modern imitations, and the aging process is done quite convincingly.

Some are genuine and fake pieces pieced together. For example, a bronze artifact may have a real body, but the lid or handle may be a fake that was added later. The seams are polished very carefully, and you can't tell the difference unless you look closely.

Even worse, some cultural relics have obvious signs of repair, which are clumsy and irresponsible repairs made to cover up the damage.

For example, if a piece of porcelain breaks, it can be glued together with modern materials, and then fake patterns can be drawn on the gaps. From a distance, it looks like a seamless whole, but up close, it's full of flaws.

Luo Fei put the problematic cultural relic in a separate corner, recalling a news story he had seen before.

In some museums in China, there have been incidents of artifacts being switched. Genuine artifacts were secretly taken away and replaced with replicas, which were then placed in display cases and went unnoticed for years.

There are also cases of "collectors" taking donated items to auction, and when the truth comes out, the museum is able to issue an authentication report claiming that the donated items are fakes.

He shook his head, about to move on to the next one, when he caught a glimpse of Chu Yue practicing a wrong turn. He immediately corrected her, "Pay attention to using your core muscles, don't use your shoulders."

Around noon, Luo Fei was busy when his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was his aunt calling.

"Xiaofei! Sold out! Sold out in just one minute! The entire first batch of products was snapped up in just one minute after being listed!"

As soon as the call connected, Luo Yumei's voice came through the receiver, filled with undisguised excitement.

Luo Fei heard the sounds of keyboard typing, phone ringing, and footsteps on the other end of the phone—a chaotic cacophony, like a battle.

"Right now, the internet is flooded with requests to restock, and the comments section is exploding. People are saying we're using scarcity marketing. Xiaofei, the factory is already operating on three shifts, but the raw material supply is a bit tight. I've already asked the purchasing department to urge them to hurry up."

Luo Fei said, "Congratulations, Auntie. Take your time, there's no rush. Quality is the most important thing."

As he said this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Aunt, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. I'm planning to transfer a portion of my shares to Liu Qiang, about ten percent."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone: "Transfer to Liu Qiang? Why?"

Luo Fei replied, "He has always been diligent and conscientious in the company. From liaising with factories and running sales to handling various procedures, he has taken on all kinds of work without ever complaining. Now that the company is just getting on track, we can't treat our own people unfairly."

Luo Yumei hesitated for a moment: "What you said makes sense, but regarding the shares, I can also transfer a portion of them—"

Luo Fei didn't let her finish, his tone slightly more forceful: "Just transfer it to mine. Aunt, keep yours; you're the founder. Don't worry about mine. Find a lawyer to prepare the contract, and I'll sign it another day."

Luo Yumei was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, agreed with a "Okay," and hung up the phone.

Luo Fei placed his phone on the armrest of his chair, about to continue tidying up the cultural relics, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the courtyard.

Li Xiulan and Chu Yue sat side by side on the stone bench, their knees almost touching.

Li Xiulan was holding a handful of green beans, picking them one by one.

Chu Yue also held a string bean, but her movements were much slower than Li Xiulan's. She would examine each bean for several seconds, as if afraid of picking the wrong one or damaging it.

Li Xiulan was chatting with Chu Yue in a low voice, but Luo Fei's ears were exceptionally sharp, and he could hear her clearly even from more than ten meters away.

"Xiaoyue, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-six, Auntie."

"Twenty-six, a good age. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, Auntie. I'm usually busy with work and don't have much time."

Li Xiulan paused in her hand, then quickly glanced at Luo Fei, her gaze almost furtive, but Luo Fei caught it out of the corner of his eye.

She turned around, lowering her voice even further, so low that even people nearby might not hear her, but Luo Fei heard her clearly: "What do you think of our Xiao Fei?"

Luo Fei's fingers paused on the armrest of the chair.

Chu Yue's face flushed instantly, the blush spreading from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.

She dropped a green bean from her hand and quickly bent down to pick it up.

She lowered her head and spoke in a voice so soft it was barely audible: "Auntie, Luo Fei... he's doing fine."

Li Xiulan smiled, feeling reassured, and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

She didn't ask any further questions, poured the picked green beans into a basin, stood up and said, "Let's eat at home for lunch, Auntie will stew pork ribs for you." After saying that, she turned and walked into the kitchen.

Chu Yue sat on the stone bench, head down, her ears still flushed red. Her thoughts were in disarray, and she didn't hear what Li Xiulan said.

She secretly glanced at Luo Fei under the eaves and found him intently looking at the things on the table, his expression calm, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, but her heartbeat hadn't slowed down.

Luo Fei pretended not to hear, but his mind was racing: Mom... has taken a liking to Chu Yue?

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions, and continued examining the artifacts.

Western Zhou bronze gu, Song Dynasty Ge ware bowl, Ming Dynasty gilded Buddha statue... It wasn't until a "Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain plate" marked "microwave safe" appeared that he rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Luo Fei, I'm going back now."

Chu Yue's voice trembled slightly.

She stood in front of the table, her cheeks had regained their former fair complexion, but she still dared not meet Luo Fei's gaze.

"We'll continue this afternoon."

Luo Fei looked up at her, his gaze calm and unwavering.

"good."

Chu Yue responded and turned to leave, her steps much faster than when she arrived. Her ponytail traced a light arc in the sunlight, and she quickly disappeared around the corner of the courtyard gate.

Luo Fei watched her figure disappear outside the door before turning his attention back to continue appraising the cultural relics.

At lunchtime, Li Xiulan indeed scolded him: "Why didn't you invite Xiaoyue to stay for lunch? Young ladies are usually too shy to ask!"

Luo Fei lowered his head guiltily and ate his rice, but in his mind he was thinking about where he would plant the Spirit Gathering Grass in the evening.