Chapter 17: Only I Can Use the Law Chapter 17 Archaeopteryx

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Professor Lang had gone to make a phone call; he himself was a master in the collecting world, and by rights his net worth was absolutely substantial. However, any collector who had built their collection from scratch did not keep several million in the bank earning interest. On the other hand, his main interest was still focused on older things like bronzeware and pottery.

Someone who sees a good thing and wants to devour it is not a collector; that is a pixiu.

In the room, Luo Xiaoshan hugged Chen Yi, singing and jumping, and then said: "I didn't see you had a talent for appraising antiques; next time we'll go hunt for some treasures again, 3 million is enough to spend for a while."

"That's called appraising treasures. Do you think you can encounter undervalued antiques anywhere?" Chen Yi said this, and the smile on his face could not be stopped.

Lu Fan beside them also broadened his horizons, watching 3 million come so "easily" into their hands, while pouring tea and water for the two, he sighed: "I used to only hear people say everyone makes a living by their own abilities; when I first arrived at the Archaeology Department, I still wanted to learn to pick up a bargain, only later did I know that those who haven't reached Professor Lang's level only have the fate of being picked up by a bargain."

He shook his head enviously: "You are students of this university? This bargain-picker, tomorrow's superstar! I'm afraid countless young girls will come to me to inquire."

Chen Yi and Luo Xiaoshan exchanged a smile and said: "We are in senior year of high school this year; by rights we should take the Jiangning University entrance exam, whether we pass or not is another matter."

"Then in the future you will be Junior Brother." Lu Fan said warmly.

The two also started calling "Senior Brother, Senior Brother."

Chen Yi then asked: "Senior Brother Lu, how many years have you been with Professor Lang?"

"More than two years; next year I still have to take his PhD student exam." He said this and deliberately lowered his voice: "Endless oppression."

Everyone laughed again; Chen Yi's mind flashed, and since obviously taking the PhD student exam meant his level was not bad, he pulled him over: "I have a strange picture here; you take a look and see if you recognize it?"

Luo Xiaoshan said dissatisfiedly: "You two are having secret meetings?"

"Get lost." Chen Yi pushed his big head back, and from his wallet took out a photocopy paper.

On the paper was a silly bird baring its teeth, with sharp teeth all over, a long sharp beak and a feathered body, sharp as an arrow.

It was exactly the pattern he discovered on the paper slip he picked up from the subway that day. However, this one in his hand was a photocopy.

Seeing Chen Yi's expectant expression, Lu Fan thought it was something important, held the picture and looked seriously for two glances, then said: "What do you want to ask?"

"Do you recognize what is on the picture? You Archaeology Department people should always see strange and weird things, right?"

Lu Fan then straightened his face and deliberately said mysteriously: "I'll tell you, the bird on this paper..."

"Mm."

"It's Archaeopteryx." Lu Fan made a "tch" sound, shrugged with a normal voice: "Junior Brother, you're lucky you're not taking Professor Lang's graduate studies, otherwise you'd really be bullied to death. Which child in the Archaeology Department doesn't recognize this thing? The earliest birds; now 10 fossils have been discovered; an important transitional part from dinosaurs to birds; first produced in Germany; the geological conditions there are truly happy..."

Speaking of his specialty, his words suddenly became many.

Chen Yi, however, didn't listen much; knowing the picture in his hand was Archaeopteryx was enough; the rest was to consider why such a paper slip, such a pattern, would appear on the subway.

As the Magic Subway connecting the Saint Qiao Kingdom, it was not something anyone could go up to. Then this Archaeopteryx, was it left by predecessors, or produced by the subway itself?

Thinking of various joints and possible variables, Chen Yi gradually became absent-minded until Professor Lang turned around.

The professor's fat face smiled like Luo Xiaoshan's, saying: "An old friend, as soon as he heard it was Tang Linze's thing, wanted to come down; 3 million has been transferred to your account. Leave the thing with me. It's too late; it's inconvenient to come directly."

Chen Yi looked outside; indeed it was pitch black; he happily reported the card number, then obediently waited for the bank text message.

Taking advantage of the weekend time, Chen Yi went to the Saint Qiao Kingdom for the fourth time.

Compared to the previous three times, the paper he brought was even more targeted.

First, among the papers from the first two transactions, all types that produced no usable materials were abandoned; second, those with fewer usable materials, while retaining some, changed types—for example choosing different manufacturers, raw material origins, even release dates, and made records; finally, those with more usable materials, kept the original version as much as possible, even increased the proportion, thereby increasing the number of gold coins exchanged, and then buying the things he wanted.

After a few more records, naturally he could better grasp the rules the Saint Qiao Empire used to choose scrolls.

Speaking of which, going to the Saint Qiao Kingdom was simple, but carrying nearly a hundred jin of big bags was truly a physical labor. On the other hand, if the value of the items brought was too low, it would lower the Master's reputation.

Actually Chen Yi didn't know that, for the entire Saint Qiao Kingdom's treasury, 300,000 gold coins was a considerable sum. Not counting mages, their annual military expenditure was only one million gold coins.

So every time he brought scroll materials worth two or three hundred thousand, it made Timothy and others feel a happy pressure. They were more afraid Chen Yi would be dissatisfied with the resources obtained. However, limited by the crystal screen, they could not provide anything people wanted.

However, the existence of this crystal screen also somewhat protected the Saint Qiao Empire's fragile "ecological" structure; otherwise, under the huge pressure of war, under the pressure of unilateral monopoly, they might have already sold countless commodities cheaply. In the treasury, there were precious items not suitable for war. Those were things preserved by the kingdom for thousands of years.

The subway steadily stopped at the Da Fa Shi Ta of the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

This Mage Tower built by Master Lu Zeng over two thousand years ago stood southwest of the capital of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, made entirely of magic materials, with a strange shape smaller at the bottom and larger at the top; the highest top floor had an area almost equivalent to the royal capital, magnificent and spectacular.

Most amazing was that, even after a thousand years, the seemingly unsupported Mage Tower still stood firm without any change, coldly watching the changes of Holy Qiao from empire to kingdom.

Occupying a corner, a small country with few people, the weak Saint Qiao Kingdom could maintain and even rise in the cruel continental wars, relying on a master encountered once in a century. And the hundreds of years of vacancy almost exhausted their last drop of blood.

Fortunately, the kingdom had regained divine favor.

Chen Yi observed the tall statues before the subway; the Mage Tower was not only a construction skill of supernatural craftsmanship, but must also contain profound technology not made by man; unfortunately he could not leave the subway, naturally could not see the wonder and magnificence of the Mage Tower.

"Master." A uniform voice; as usual it was Timothy, leading two Red Robe Mages, and varying numbers of Great Mages to welcome respectfully.

Besides the two Red Robes who took turns on duty at the Mage Tower, others were scattered in other places of the kingdom, especially now that wars were frequent, personnel deployment became even more tense.

This time, Chen Yi did not see Great Mage Sand.

"Hello, everyone." Chen Yi smiled, like a kind black-hearted good boss. While recognizing people, he puffed and dragged the bag behind him, kicked it hard out of the subway, saying: "This time I exchanged some varieties; see if there are any suitable ones."

Timothy looked at the bag with heartache, as if it contained his own child. The mages beside him had various expressions; who knew what they were cursing in their hearts.