As soon as Lin Shan returned to the exchange hall on the third floor, Manager Jiang came up to him.
The old man had a look of joy on his face and almost didn't say "it'll be good to come back alive". He patted his shoulder and complained softly.
"If I had known you were so ignorant, I, an old man like me, would never dare to agree to take you up. I'm still too young..."
Lin Shan didn't waste any time, he took out the protective shield and flashed it in front of the old man's eyes.
"???"
Manager Jiang's eyes almost popped out of his head: "Guardian's Token? How did you get it? Are you the long-lost biological son of Jiang Guanshi?"
Lin Shan rolled his eyes angrily.
"Don't make such noise! Don't bring trouble to me because you always think you have a long life. I still want to live for a few more years. The Lord Protector lent me this temporarily. I came to you to get two innate manuscripts."
…
It took a while for Manager Jiang to accept this fact, and he looked at Lin Shan with a complicated expression. This kid could always surprise him, or to be precise, he was frightened.
But thinking that he could kill Fatty Li at such a young age, he turned around and went to the storehouse to get the skills while muttering, "The future life is terrible."
After waiting for a moment, Lin Shan took the copy of the innate skills he took from Manager Jiang, stuffed it into his arms before he could take a closer look, and turned around to go downstairs. Manager Jiang was still shouting from behind, "When you memorize it, remember to burn it. You are not allowed to pass it on to the second person!"
"knew!"
"This kid..."
The old man smiled and shook his head. Although it was unpredictable, the young man's impetuous character still had to be tempered.
well? wrong! The skills were given to him, shouldn't the protective token be returned to him? He took it away anyway!
Manager Jiang quickly walked to the stairs and looked down. Lin Shan had long disappeared...
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At the antique shop in the west of the city, many people came in and out, most of them came to see the golden bell unearthed from the Yelang Tomb.
A young man in white clothes walked in with a baggage on his back. It was Lin Shan who had returned home from Nightingale, picked up antiques and returned here.
Walking into the store, shopkeeper Huang, who had received Lin Shan last time, looked over and saw that it was Lin Shan, and immediately lost interest. Last time, this guy just didn't want to buy it, but the shopkeeper was no longer confused by his appearance.
Lin Shan didn't care about this and walked directly to the counter, "Shopkeeper, I have a big business with you!"
"Oh, what a big deal."
The shopkeeper was still fiddling with his abacus without raising his eyes.
Lin Shan couldn't help but take out a vase from the bag and put it under his nose when he saw that he was ignored.
"Here, let's take a look first."
"Get out of my way! Otherwise... hmm? This is..."
The shopkeeper's eyes were immediately attracted by the vase in front of him, with its peculiar shape, smooth curves, elegant patterns, and lost firing techniques...
"This is an antique from the ancient Yelang country thousands of years ago!"
The shopkeeper couldn't help but wanted to take it into his arms and play with it...
Suddenly a hateful hand took it away from under his nose.
"Who! Who is it!"
Shopkeeper Huang yelled in confusion, causing other customers and waiters in the store to look at him.
"Have you seen enough, shopkeeper? Why don't you find a quiet place to chat?" came a joking voice from the side.
Shopkeeper Huang's face flashed with embarrassment after he reacted, and he quickly greeted Lin Shan with a smile and raised his empty hand.
"Master, please come in!"
…
When they came to the private room, shopkeeper Huang was holding a vase with an intoxicated look on his face, as if he had drank the ice flower fruit wine brewed in the dog days of summer. His old face was flushed, his eyes were narrowed, and he even... made a strange sound...
Next to him, Lin Shan couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't wake him up even after coughing several times, so he had to use some of his strength to shake the shopkeeper awake. Then he poured out more than ten antiques in the bag.
"so much?"
Shopkeeper Huang was shocked. After identifying them one by one, he pointed to the pile on the table tremblingly, "Young Master, this is your plan..."
"Business!"
Old God Lin Shan was at ease and his tone was leisurely.
"This matter is too big and I can't make the decision. I'll find the owner behind our store and you can discuss it in person."
Shopkeeper Huang knew he couldn't hold on, so he quickly asked someone to give Lin Shan tea, and ran out in a hurry.
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After waiting for about half an hour, a cheerful voice came from outside the door.
"I asked who came to our store to do business, but I didn't expect it to be a handsome and handsome young man! Haha, my surname is Zhao, and everyone can call me Mr. Zhao. How should I call this young man?"
"Xiaosheng Linshan, don't dare."
"I've admired you for a long time. No need to be polite. Please sit down!"
…
The two exchanged pleasantries as if they were old friends who had been separated for many years, and they talked freely, but they did not mention anything about the antiques on the table.
After all, Lin Shan was younger, so he couldn't hold himself back and spoke first: "I came to your store today to deal with these treasures that were just unearthed from Yelang's ancient tomb."
Mr. Zhao nodded, he had just learned this from Shopkeeper Huang.
If you want to eat this batch of antiques, you can definitely eat them. Who in the southern country doesn’t know Mr. Zhao’s name! The chief staff officer of the governor of Zangqi County is also the current head of the wealthy Zhao family of Zangqi County, and he is also a famous first-class master!
The main reason just now was to explore Lin Shan's story and how he obtained these antiques. Of course, Lin Shan explained it in a vague way. Mr. Zhao, who didn't ask anything, turned around and asked about Lin Shan's origins.
This time Lin Shan sat up straight, this was what he was waiting for.
He took out the token he just got from his arms, handed it to Mr. Zhao, and said at the same time:
"Actually, I'm just running errands for Protector Jiang, sir."
As for which Protector Jiang was, he didn't need to explain clearly.
Since interrogating Wu Yuanwai that night, he had secretly investigated Mr. Zhao, the financial backer behind the antique shop. He knew that with Mr. Zhao's status, he could naturally guess who Protector Jiang he was talking about.
As expected, Mr. Zhao looked at it and asked hesitantly: "But...that Protector Jiang from Nightingale?"
"Exactly!"
Mr. Zhao nodded and returned the token to Lin Shan. He secretly thought that indeed, he originally did not believe that the young man in front of him, who had just entered the acquired realm, could bring so many antiques out of Yelang Tomb.
You must know that after getting the golden bell from Wu Yuanwai, Mr. Zhao naturally sent a team of Zhao family members to also enter the Yelang Tomb. The result is self-evident.
Later, among the many missions released by Nightingale to explore Yelang's ancient tomb, one of the employers was none other than Mr. Zhao.
If this pile of antiques was brought out by Protector Jiang, it would make sense.
After all, half-step innate is the top combat power in Zangqi County, and his Zhao family does not have any innate masters.
…
After the two chatted with each other for a few words, Lin Shan still couldn't wait and asked Mr. Zhao to evaluate the pile of antiques.
Mr. Zhao was able to become the financial backer of the antique shop, so he naturally knew a lot about it, and he soon offered a sky-high price.
"Three thousand taels of gold, what do you think?"
Lin Shan was naturally overjoyed when he heard it at first, but when he turned around and thought about it, he was a little concerned about the gain and loss. After all, he is not a professional, and he doesn't know whether the price offered by Mr. Zhao is reliable or not, not to mention that he got these antiques from a narrow escape in the ancient tomb.
Mr. Zhao opposite saw him hesitating, and he suddenly understood and smiled.
"Let's see, my little brother and I hit it off right away. These antiques cost three thousand taels, and I will privately give my little brother a hundred taels of gold as a running fee."
Mr. Zhao has been kept in the dark until now, thinking that this batch of goods belongs to Protector Jiang. Although Lin Shan is just an errand boy, he has the right to sell or not.
He simply bribed Lin Shan with a lot of money, and Lin Shan made a fortune for nothing, and everyone was still happy.
When Lin Shan heard this, he immediately knew that the price given by Mr. Zhao was definitely lower than the market price. But when people talk to this point, he can only hold his nose and pretend to be wrong.
Otherwise, it would be bad to act too protective and arouse suspicion.
"Okay, that's it."
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Mr. Zhao is worthy of being the head of the Zhao family and has strong financial resources.
After a while, a maid came in with a tray, lifted the red cloth, and a stack of banknotes was neatly stacked on it. Lin Shan nodded and took out only ten silver notes worth one hundred taels, which was equivalent to one hundred taels of gold when converted at a ratio of one to ten.
As for the rest, he pushed it back with a smile.
"Oh? My dear, this is..." Mr. Zhao was thoughtful.
"The Lord Protector is very interested in the golden bell unearthed from Yelang's ancient tomb. I wonder if Mr. Zhao can part ways with her?" Lin Shan smiled.
Although Mr. Zhao suspected that the golden bell had any secrets, he studied it for a long time when he first got it and found nothing.
Now he nodded, it was no problem to buy a golden bell with three thousand taels of gold. Since he hung it out just to sell it, who would it be different to? As for being able to give Protector Jiang some face, it was naturally easy.
After Lin Shan received a positive reply, he finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This time he pulled the banner of Protector Jiang, which made his heart tighten all the time.
After all, if you relied on yourself without the support of big forces or figures, you would have been swallowed up to the point where no bones and dregs were left.
The reason why Mr. Zhao is so easy to talk to now is not to give him face, but to give Protector Jiang face.
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At the door of the antique store, Lin Shan and Mr. Zhao said goodbye to each other.
The golden bell was too big and conspicuous, and it would be too ostentatious for him to carry it all the way back. He had no choice but to entrust Mr. Zhao to find a carriage to take him back to his yard. For the time being, Protector Jiang's reputation was a guarantee, so Mr. Zhao would not regret it.
And he hurried to Nightingale's home in Jing'an, ran all the way up to the third floor, gave the guardian talisman to Jiang, and asked him to return it to its original owner. After finishing these things, I felt a big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and I walked back to my home leisurely.
Two books of innate skills and 16 points of ancient rhyme can be further strengthened to produce two books of Qi training skills.
Whether you can become an immortal depends on this time!
