After leaving Second Uncle's house, Ye Chen could not stop thinking about how Second Aunt and Ye Wen did not like them. It would be a lie to say that he was not upset, but he could not say anything.
Ye Hai comforted him as if he guessed what he was thinking, "Your Second Aunt is just like that. Don't mind her. Although she's a little stingy and snobbish, she's not a bad person."
Ye Chen nodded. He would not be calculative with the two women. Moreover, they were Second Uncle's closest people.
Just when he was speaking, Ye Hai took out some money and passed it to him.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Ye Chen asked in confusion.
Ye Hai shoved the money to him without saying anything. "I know that you've been through a lot of hardship all these years and you haven't earned much money. Here's 1,000 yuan. Use it to buy a suit or something. If it's not enough, ask me for more. Also, you must attend the interview in three days. Don't let your Second Uncle's kindness down."
Ye Chen agreed to it. He realized that his mother was home when he got home. He was worried, so he asked about his daughter's condition. Subsequently, he left the house after changing.
He wandered aimlessly along the way. Firstly, he wanted to see the scenery of Tiannan City that he had not seen for thousands of years. Secondly, he wanted to figure out how to earn money.
His parents were over 50 years old. They were struggling for the family and Mengmeng. Now that he was back, he had to take on the responsibility. Moreover, he would need money to buy herbs if he wanted to refine medicinal pills to treat Mengmeng's illness. He needed money for his cultivation too.
He could not rob a bank with his identity as a cultivator. After all, the rule of killing and robbing in the cultivation world did not apply on Earth. Therefore, earning money was his top priority.
When it was close to noon, Ye Chen realized that he had arrived at the outer ring of Jiulong Antique Street.
In reality, the so-called antique street was more suitable to be described as an antique city because antiques had evolved into a culture, a label, and even a tourist attraction in Tiannan.
To attract tourists from other places, the local government funded the renovation of the original antique street into an antique city.
Meanwhile, the antique market was always a mess. There were only a few valuable items. Although that was the case, the prosperity of Jiulong Antique Street could not be hidden.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Chen walked in anyway.
As far as the eye could see, both sides of the streets of the outer ring were filled with stalls, displaying all sorts of things. There were ancient gold, silver, jewelry, red agate, amber, agarwood, ebony, coins, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and so on.
Ye Chen glanced through those items one by one and secretly shook his head. To him, those items were worthless. Some of the so-called treasures were even fakes.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard a voice mixed with a Beijing accent. "Brother, take a look. I have whatever you want here. I guarantee that you will be satisfied!"
Ye Chen turned his head to look and saw that it was a skinny middle-aged man who had spoken earlier. There was a warm smile on the man's face, and his eyes were almost squinting into slits.
There was a small stall in front of him. It was no more than three meters in length and width, and it was covered with a red bedsheet. There were dozens of items of various sizes on the bedsheet.
Noticing that what he said had caught Ye Chen's attention, the middle-aged man was getting more and more enthusiastic.
The middle-aged man became more and more enthusiastic. He picked up a purple sand-colored snuff bottle and boasted, "Brother, I can tell that you have an extraordinary background and are knowledgeable. You can take a look at this snuff bottle. I'm not bragging, but this was used by the Qianlong Emperor."
Ye Chen took a glance at it and stretched his arm out to take the snuff bottle. He pointed at the few English letters at the bottom of the bottle and said wryly, "Didn't the Qing Dynasty die a long time ago?"
The few English letters were:
“made
china.”
Chen Houzi slapped his head and smiled awkwardly. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I took the wrong one. I'll get you another one."
Ye Chen glanced at the items on the stall again. He smiled and turned around in an attempt to leave. However, he turned his head to look at the stall the moment he turned around.
To be exact, he was looking at something on the stall. It was approximately the size of a walnut and was black. It was irregular and looked like a black lump. It was inconspicuous.
However, nobody knew that there was a treasure in Ye Chen's body called the Immortal Drift Bottle.
Back when he was drowned in the river, he found the Immortal Drift Bottle at the bottom of the river. Not only did he survive, but he even traveled to the cultivation world. With the help of the Immortal Drift Bottle, he became an immortal in 3,000 years.
Meanwhile, the Immortal Drift Bottle only had one function. The Immortal Drift Bottle would produce a mysterious green liquid under the moonlight every full moon. The mysterious green liquid could ripen any kind of spirit medicine. For example, it could turn a 50-year-old ginseng into a 100-year-old, 200-year-old, or even 500-year-old ginseng.
Ye Chen had named it the Immortal Drift Bottle and kept it a secret. Even his most trusted disciple, Yu Wenxuan, had no idea about it. Although Yu Wenxuan had usurped the Heavenly Emperor's position, he had no idea that the Heavenly Emperor's position was just an object to Ye Chen. The Immortal Drift Bottle was the most important thing.
The reason why Ye Chen stopped walking earlier was that he sensed the Immortal Drift Bottle in his body shaking. It was the first time the Immortal Drift Bottle had moved since he returned to earth.
Ye Chen bent down quietly and picked up the black lump in his hand as he thought to this point. He said expressionlessly, "How much is this?"
"Oh, this? Just give me whatever you want …"
Chen Houzi said by instinct and stopped talking all of a sudden. His little eyes could not stop rolling. He grinned slyly and gave Ye Chen a thumbs-up. "You're indeed an expert. I can't believe that you recognized the real treasure of the stall with just a glance."
"500!" Ye Chen interrupted.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Chen Houzi could not stop coughing. He almost choked to death. "I risked my life to find this on the Mount Tai Wonder. You know about the Mount Tai Wonder, don't you? It was on the news a few days ago. It's a miracle. Something that comes out of a miracle can … "
In reality, he was purely bullsh * tting. He had found the black lump when he was collecting trash in the countryside. He had no idea what it was. He had taken it to a few Treasure Pavilions later on, but the answer he got was that it was a pile of trash that was worthless.
"200!"
The corner of Chen Houzi's lips twitched hard as he could not stop secretly cursing. He forced a tear out of his eye and said, "Brother, how is this bargaining? You're more like killing me. How about this? You can take 500. I have an 80-year-old mother and a baby waiting to be fed."
"Goodbye!"
Ye Chen put the item down and turned around to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey!
Don't be in such a hurry to leave! "
Chen Houzi stopped him immediately and pretended to look like he was in pain. "Sure, 200 it is. I've suffered a great loss this time. I'll treat it as making a friend, brother."
Ye Chen took out 200 yuan from his pocket and gave it to him. Chen Houzi bent down and picked up the black lump. He put it in a plastic bag and was about to pass it to Ye Chen.
At that moment, an unusually arrogant voice came from behind them.
"Wait!
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