Chapter 32: Heavenly Bestowed Artifact?

A pure black luxury car slowly stopped at the entrance of the antique market, its sleek body lines gleaming with understated luxury in the sunlight.

"Holy shit, this car.......... is still fully loaded." A knowledgeable young man next to him grabbed his companion: "At least starting at twenty million!"

"Do you still remember the wedding we attended last time?"

"I remember, it was the time we rented a car to show off, then crashed, and ended up paying two million in the end."

"Exactly! Look.........."

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in casual suit stepped out from the driver's seat, his hair neatly combed, his demeanor calm, his eyes sharp—clearly not an ordinary person.

Bystanders around glanced over, whispering about who this important figure might be.

However, the middle-aged man did not walk straight to the market; instead, he went around to the rear car door, bowed slightly, and respectfully opened the door——

"Young master, we've arrived."

The next moment, a shiny leather shoe stepped out, followed closely by a slightly plump but handsome young man who crawled out of the car.

He sported a tall pompadour, wore a flashy printed shirt, and around his neck hung a jade pendant that looked casual but was actually valuable.

After adjusting his collar, he turned back and smiled at those inside the car:

"Yu Lin, we're here; feel free to show off later!"

Before his words finished, the other car door was also pushed open.

Yu Lin leisurely stepped out, wearing a loose white shirt, simple black shorts, and flip-flops, exuding a lazy vibe as if he'd just been dragged out of bed for a stroll.

He stretched, feeling the sunlight on his body, and lazily walked over to Zhang Youwei's side.

He replied, "Alright, as long as you have the money ready."

Zhang Youwei gave a chuckle and patted Yu Lin on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, money's plenty! We might lack everything else, but never money!"

"Let's go!"

The two walked one after the other toward the market, while the middle-aged driver silently followed behind, keeping a proper distance.

The onlookers stared, dumbfounded——

"What kind of combo is this? A rich second-gen bringing an accessory to pick up bargains?"

"You don't know anything—maybe the guy in flip-flops is a hidden big shot........... nowadays everyone likes to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger."

"Tsk, rich people these days really play fancy.........."

Yu Lin ignored the surrounding chatter, hands in pockets, lazily following behind Zhang Youwei, but his eyes were already scanning the market.

Dragon Lord's voice came from his ear:

"Damn, fake goods are rampant; this so-called Shang-Zhou dynasty cauldron—looks like last week's junk at a glance; with such poor craftsmanship, does it even deserve to be called a cauldron?"

Yu Lin didn't move his lips, communicating with Dragon Lord through thought:

"Dragon Lord, which of these do you think are genuine?"

"They can't all be fake, can they?"

Dragon Lord sighed: "From the moment you entered until now, all the way to the end of this street, everything.......... huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"The stall over there ahead on the right, displaying stones—I just sensed something good."

"Okay."

Yu Lin then walked toward the stall it mentioned.

Seeing this, Zhang Youwei hurriedly brought the attendant forward and asked:

"Did you see something good?"

"Hmm." Yu Lin nodded; even though Dragon Lord hadn't said anything, a vague premonition drew his gaze to a small object placed to the right of the stone.

"Is this it?"

"No, I mean that stone."

".........."

"Buy it back, smash the stone open, and inside you'll find the Heavenly Bestowed Artifact you spoke of; I can sense its aura."

"Dragon Lord, you still have this ability? You're practically my dad!"

"Oh, just a little trick, just a little trick, stay low-key, stay low-key."

Although Dragon Lord claims to be low-key, Yu Lin feels that if it revealed itself, its tail would be pointing straight to the sky.

If it's referring to this stone.

Then the small object Yu Lin sensed—a porcelain bowl with a lustrous white glaze, about the size of a palm—is it genuine?

At this moment.

Seeing him staring at the porcelain, the vendor immediately enthused: "Oh, young man, you've got good eyes!"

"This is Ding ware!"

"This is an authentic Northern Song Ding ware! Look at the tear-like lines, this ivory-white glaze.........."

"I'll take it."

"Oh, take a look—who in this market doesn't know that Old Liu only sells genuine stuff.......... huh?"

"I said I'll take it, and also this, this.........."

Yu Lin casually pointed out six antiquities, including the stone, then turned to Zhang Youwei and said:

"Let's pay."

"Alright, Uncle Li, swipe the card."

"Yes."

Uncle Li took out a black card, and as the card reader showed the payment successful—230,000 deducted.

They even skipped haggling over the price.

Pack them for us—how is the packing fee calculated?

Sure, no need to talk about packing fee—it's free.

Lao Liu grinned, teeth showing but eyes narrowed, as he swiftly packed and said:

In our trade, once sold, no returns or exchanges! If you get the genuine article, it's your skill; if you get a fake, don't blame me!

"Of course, just don't come looking for us later," Zhang Youwei said meaningfully.

"How could that be?" Lao Liu, after packing the last item, raised his hand and pointed forward:

"Right, today Teacher Fan Haibo is here for free appraisals, and he's running an event."

"Thirty antiquities, twenty-nine high-quality fakes, one genuine—if you can pick out the real one, you can take it home after the draw!"

Zhang Youwei's eyes lit up:

"Yo, there's still this good deal? If you point out the genuine article and he refuses to acknowledge it, what then?"

Lao Liu patted his chest and guaranteed:

"Don't worry! Teacher Fan Haibo's character is guaranteed; besides, a few thousand yuan of folk kiln ware is nothing to someone of his stature. Reputation matters more—no need to play tricks, just go ahead with confidence!"

Zhang Youwei nodded: "Thanks!"

Zhang Youwei looked around: "By the way, do you have a handcart? I'll rent one."

Lao Liu pointed to the side: "You can rent one at Treasure Gathering Studio; the deposit is two hundred."

Moments later.

Lao Liu watched Yu Lin and his two companions pushing the cart walk away, feeling moved:

"They got seven antiquities they liked, while my account only has a cold two hundred thousand."

"I'm really envious of them....."

A fellow traveler nearby, hearing his words, couldn't help but snicker:

"Oh, come on."

"You managed to sell this heap of junk bought by the pound from a closed antique shop—that's a fortune for you!"

"Want to go out and have fun with a few brothers tonight?"

Lao Liu immediately waved his hand boldly, showing a generous demeanor:

"No problem, no problem—I'll treat tonight!"

"After the meal, let's go wash feet!"