Chapter 30

Immediately, the boss stared intently at the small bowl; to be valued so highly by the Feng Shui Turtle, there must be some mystery, right? Maybe it's a big bargain.

Thinking of this, the boss's heart quickened, but he was disappointed; anything that could enter the Treasure Seeking Studio had already gone through round after round of screening, the old masters had examined it, and the chance of missing something was as slim as Mars hitting Earth.

No matter how you look at it, it's just a set of anonymous imitation drinking bowls; at most a bit prettier, selling for 200,000 is already a high price.

The other few old people also hesitated, looking at the small bowl: 'Judging by the era, it's late Tang; the porcelain shape is simple, a set of six cups, quite ordinary, probably mass-produced porcelain from an official household. Huh, there's a signature "Kang" at the bottom—have any of you heard of it?'

Everyone shook their heads in unison, guessing it was the name of a folk artisan.

They were regular customers, so they had no qualms about saying such things; after a quick discussion, they actually felt Ling Yue was at a loss, and couldn't help frowning.

Basically, the function of the Feng Shui Turtle is to ward off evil and protect the home.

Elder Chang couldn't help asking: 'Young friend, do you really want to buy it?'

Ling Yue nodded, smiling: 'It really likes this set of small bowls; using them for turtle food is perfect.'

Speaking, she glanced at the Feng Shui Turtle without a trace, her slow voice reaching the ears: 'Who said I'm putting turtle food in it? This is clearly a wine vessel, best for drinking!'

It proudly puffed its neck: 'Maybe there are other surprises; buy it first, we'll talk later.'

Ling Yue returned a glance.

The rest of the crowd were stunned, their gazes fixed on Ling Yue, only to see her openly say: 'What's up?'

I was originally just going to buy it a turtle‑food bowl set; since it took a liking to this, I bought it—what's so strange about that?

Everyone instinctively shook their heads; upon recalling the earlier thought, they found it absurd and laughable—actually believing this feng shui turtle could appraise treasures, when the little girl was just here to buy a turtle bowl.

200,006 turtle bowls…

I'm willing, even if it costs a fortune.

The boss regrettably withdrew his gaze; it seemed just a misunderstanding. He sighed: "Two hundred thousand, no bargaining."

Ling Yue nodded, swiped her card, and it was done in one smooth motion; by the time others reacted, everything was over.

The feng shui turtle watched the small bowl being placed into the box, squinting wearily; suddenly its body leapt into the air—Ling Yue had picked it up and placed it in the baby carriage.

Only then did everyone realize she was pushing a baby carriage—especially delicate, girlish in style; though the carriage was transparent, it was trimmed with fine lace all around, making it both exquisite and pretty.

But with the large turtle inside, many people's faces twisted—they wanted to laugh but dared not.

The hanging ornament, the little tiger Jun Jun, watched the whole scene and finally couldn't help laughing: "Pfft—hahahaha!"

"My goodness, your disciple is really filial—you killed me with laughter!"

"How do you feel? Do you feel several years younger? Or is it Barbie‑girl pink?"

Feng shui turtle: "……"

I'm not angry; if I get sick from anger, no one will take my place!

Ling Yue hasn't forgotten the spark that started it all; she coldly eyes the big‑bellied man: "I remember someone just said that if it's real, they'd eat this big ceramic plate—and I recorded it. Want me to play it again?"

The big‑bellied man's face darkened, especially after seeing the plate's price—exactly one hundred thousand. Is he sick in the head or just has too much money to spend?

Just now he was spouting nonsense, and now it's come back as karmic feedback—his lips fumble and stumble, and he himself doesn't know what he's saying.

In short, he just wants to deny responsibility.

"Since you're magnanimous, just treat my earlier remark as a fart—I sprayed shit from my mouth; won't you overlook a petty person's offense?"

Ling Yue: "You're ugly as sin but think you're handsome!"

She gave him a cold glance; her face‑reading skills had improved these days, and upon seeing clearly she suddenly laughed: "Your wife is gone!"

The big‑bellied man jerked in shock for no reason, hastily shaking off his girlfriend's arm: "What nonsense are you spouting? My relationship with my wife is fine!"

Although he later explained, he seemed to have forgotten a sentence, and the more he described, the blacker it got!

The little mistress beside him was shoved and twisted her ankle; the piercing pain kept her from lifting her head, as if she could feel the contemptuous gazes around her, and her ankle throbbed badly. She suddenly couldn't understand why, at her young age, she should be the mistress of such a fat‑headed, big‑eared old man.

Is it because he's old and fat like a pig? Or because he's stingy, with not a penny in his pockets? What big house, what villa—he doesn't even have a shadow of one!

No matter what, others are willing to spend money to buy things, yet he's so stingy he won't even buy his mistress a gold bracelet.

"I'm not doing this anymore!"

The big‑bellied man was kicked aside; watching the other's limping retreat, his face turned ashen—"What the heck!"

"Even a little thing dares to threaten me?"

As for what he just said, he glared angrily at Ling Yue: "Did you do that on purpose? My wife and I are as close as gold and metal—what nonsense are you spouting?!"

The next moment, the click‑clack of high heels rang out; a tall, striking woman seized her lover's wrist and pulled him over: "Hao Da Liang! Is this the contract discussion you mentioned?"

Under the other's shocked gaze, the woman gave a cold laugh: "Let's divorce."

It turned out she was his original wife; well‑maintained, she looked only in her early thirties. The original wife smiled: "Heaven knows how long I've waited for this day, you dog who can't stop eating shit—pack up your bedding and get lost!"

Hao Da Liang's face turned deathly pale, his voice hoarse—none of his earlier arrogance remained: "Wife, hear me out!"

He was originally a husband taken in by his wife; outwardly he looked respectable, but internally everything was controlled by his wife, so even though his wife was a chairwoman, he could only be a low‑level department manager.

Over time, dissatisfaction grew in Hao Da Liang's heart.

He thought he was flawless, but actually everything was under his wife's control; this disgraceful act really disgusted her. When young he still had a good appearance to convince himself, but now that he's old, does she have to love his flabby body and muddled pig‑brain?

Don't joke.

The original wife kicked her husband into the air, and in passing broadcast all his scandalous doings; a splendid drama let the onlookers broaden their horizons, shouting how satisfying it was.

The example is right before our eyes—the man who was just proud and aloof, now meek and submissive, isn't it just because his wife is gone and he got kicked?

Many people furtively glanced at Ling Yue, their eyes involuntarily tinged with surprise and suspicion.

Real or fake?

Actually, Ling Yue only saw a little; because the man's Fate Line was shaking, about to break within the next day or two, she dared to say so.

As for now, Ling Yue says, "Some people bring about their own ruin—what does that have to do with me?"

Might as well go home and keep smashing treasures!

She believes in the feng shui turtle's ability.

After she left, many people suddenly realized: "Why does she look a bit familiar to me?"

I also think, I think that old turtle looks somewhat familiar, as if... the owner of the pet consultation shop in the east city!

She can communicate with animals!

Upon saying this, there was a burst of surprise. Only the old master and a few others looked bewildered; they rarely used their phones, and their personal accounts were managed by subordinates, so they had no idea about the online news and those wildly reposted videos.

All of these were Ling Yue's highlight moments!

After watching, directly click to follow.

They secretly rejoiced that they had no ill intentions toward the little girl. The big streamer with five to six million followers had mysterious and special abilities; even if they had power and influence and that mindset, success would be impossible.

They exchanged a glance, seeing in each other's eyes a wry smile and helplessness.

Ling Yue had already returned home.

Six bowls were lined up in a row; amid the curious gazes of the small animals, she repeatedly examined them but found no secret, only exuding an extremely faint wine aroma during the study process.

The Feng Shui Turtle watched from the side, the more it looked the more it exclaimed in wonder: 'Not bad for me! Not bad for something I picked out!'

Ling Yue: 'Master, what exactly is this? What is it used for?'

Feng Shui Turtle: 'Hehe, pick up the bowl and sniff carefully—doesn't it have a faint wine aroma, as if it's soaked in?'

Ling Yue nodded, unable to help but gaze at it.

Feng Shui Turtle chatted on: 'Look at the bottom—doesn't it have a "Kang" character the size of a grain of rice?'

This surprised her, for she could be certain the Feng Shui Turtle had never touched the bowl from start to finish, let alone seen the signature underneath.

'What's the problem with this "Kang" character?'

Feng Shui Turtle asked her: 'I ask you, with the wine aroma and the "Kang" character, what's the first thing that comes to mind?'

Ling Yue startled: 'Du Kang!'

'What relieves sorrow? Only Du Kang.'

Because of a line of poetry, the Du Kang wine has been praised through the ages.

Feng Shui Turtle said without hesitation: 'It's this!'

At the same time, a cry of astonishment rang out in the Treasure Seekers' Studio; the history‑loving Old Zhang jumped up: 'I've got it!'

Seeing the companions coming and going, he only then realized he had been a bit indiscreet, and sat back down; having had a few drinks, his face was flushed, he was deeply sunk in his speculation and unable to pull himself out, completely failing to notice the others' glances, exchanging silently: 【Could he be drunk?】

【It's possible—who doesn't know Old Zhang's drinking capacity? He loves to drink but is a one‑cup‑and‑down type.】

【Let's stop discussing—Old Zhang is speaking.】

The old friends' covert complaints, Zhang Lao unaware, said softly: 'The set of small bowls bears only a single "Kang" character as its mark; you said it might be from an anonymous artisan, but the more I ponder, the less it feels right. Linking past and present, there is only one person.'

'In ancient times, the Du Kang lineage was passed down for a thousand years; the renowned wine‑making Kang clan once produced a full set of wine‑serving cups, their style extremely simple; it is said that the cups conceal the Kang family's secret brewing method—obtain the wine cup, obtain Du Kang. Moreover, legend says that wine brewed for a thousand years retains its fragrance.'

'When you just inspected it, did you smell a faint wine aroma?'

The companions, who had originally paid little attention, all froze, stunned for a moment, then said: 'What Kang family? You're not just making this up, are you?'

Zhang Lao grew anxious: 'When have I ever joked?'

In reply to him was only silence.

Don't look at how advanced technology is now; in some respects modern technology still falls far short of antiquity, regrettably because of constant warfare, ancient prescriptions are often lost and their transmission severed.

Wine recipes are one such case.

What kind of secret, exactly, would leave behind the rumor 'obtain the wine cup, obtain Du Kang'?

Here, having heard the Feng Shui Turtle's words, Ling Yue hurriedly prepared things.

Following the Feng Shui Turtle master's instructions, she poured high‑proof liquor into the cup—it was the Maotai she had specially bought for several hundred thousand, no choice, the master had been longing for it.

Suddenly, Ling Yue's ears twitched as she heard a faint tinkling explosion, like the delicate sound of wind chimes.

Big Black's eyes sharpened; instantly it sensed something wrong: 'It exploded! It exploded!'

Treasure‑seeking Rat: 'What exploded? What happened?'

Big Black pointed at the small bowl filled with liquor, its smooth, pure‑blue exterior now cracked with countless fine lines, like a spiderweb covering the whole surface.

If someone with trypophobia were here, a single glance would be unbearable; the immaculate porcelain, like a beautiful face, is now covered in tiny scars.

Suddenly, white smoke rose from the six small bowls, the rich wine aroma spreading everywhere, mellow and sweet, making one feel slightly intoxicated upon smelling it.

The Treasure‑seeking Rat inhaled deeply, and the next instant its limbs went rigid; with a bang it collapsed.

'What's going on?'

'Duoduo, what's wrong with you? Duoduo, wake up!'

Only the Feng Shui Turtle was unconcerned, slowly explaining: 'Relax, it's… drunk.'

Everyone was stunned.

Ling Yue looked at the most proper‑mannered Da Lao Hu Junjun; the near‑thousand‑jin big tiger sat upright with an inviolable air, and Ling Yue relaxed: 'Jun Jun, you didn't—'

'Owoo~ owoo~'

The big tiger plopped down beside Ling Yue's leg, its body going limp like a puddle, its mouth wide open—truly a blood‑basin maw—and Ling Yue's eyelids twitched as she watched.

The big tiger lunged forward, layer upon layer of long, soft white fur spilling forth like a collapsing snowdrift, burying Ling Yue entirely beneath it.

Ling Yue drew a deep breath: 'Jun Jun, you…'

Jun Jun's big head wobbled, its two soft paw pads reaching out to press against her: 'Human… don't talk… just pet me~~'