Jing Yunzhao had heard many things about this worker from Qiao Weimin in her past life. According to him, after the worker had sold the china, someone had asked and looked for him. The worker at that time was extremely resentful, unfortunately, he just could not find that antique trader to pay him back. He could only bottle up his anger within his heart.

It wasn't that he regretted doing business, it was just that he was in urgent need for money when he was selling it. At that time the selling price was ￥200,000, but everyone just called him an idiot. Later when the antiquary had arrived, he had even told him that his item was a fake.

That antiquary had a glib tongue. After saying a bunch of things that no one understood, it made the worker think that the item in his hands was truly a fake. In his moment of desperation, the antiquary let out an expression of pity and swindled it with a thousand yuan.

When he had sold the china to the antiquary, the worker even felt slightly grateful to him. Who knew that in less than a month, someone else would have their eyes on the item and even bought it for more than two million yuan!

This worker was an honest person. It wasn't that he coveted that sky high price, he was just mourning over his own two million.

Also because of this, Jing Yunzhao did not feel guilt in trying to steal that antiquary's path to wealth.

After getting closer, Jing Yunzhao stopped in front of the worker.

Only to see that the person was only about fifty or sixty years old, his skin was tanned, face filled with wrinkles and his eyes had a hint of worry in it. He carried the porcelain jar tightly within his arms, extremely afraid that someone would kick it down by accident.

Those arms were rough and dry, one could tell at a glance that it was caused by years of hard labour. His back was slightly bent and there was a layer of dust on his shirt. His shoes were so worn out that there were shallow imprints of his footprint and was polluted with mud, further emphasizing its age.

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"Uncle, are you selling this jar?" Jing Yunzhao asked.

With just this sentence, the people from the nearby food stalls were all attracted towards them. This Old Li had been carrying this large jar to the small marketplace for about a month already. There had been people who asked about it, but once they heard the price, everyone left.

They were not knowledgeable on antiques, they just knew that this jar was extremely old and could not store much, at most it could be used as a decoration. If it was just a few tens of yuan then they could still accept it, but ￥200,000.. only an idiot would buy it.

However, the people who usually asked were all old men who were above forty. How come a little girl popped up today..

Also, this girl's appearance was a little familiar. If they were not wrong, it should be Qiao Weimin's eldest daughter? Rumors said that she had been chased out of the house, was it true or not?

Old Li's temper was quite good, "Little girl, I'm selling this jar quite expensively. There isn't any point in asking."

"It's better if you state the price first. I quite fancy this thing, if the price is suitable for me then I'll buy it," Jing Yunzhao replied.

Old Li shook his head, this little girl was quite nice. It must be that she had seen him come here for quite a while and pitied him.

"I won't swindle you. My old partner is sick so I'm selling this to earn money for the treatment. I'm selling this for ￥200,000, not a single cent less," Old Li stroked the large jar and felt a little unwilling to part with it.

He had dug this up when he was much younger. At that time, he did not dare say a word about it to anyone and had hidden it for thirty years. He did not know the origin of this jar, but he thought that anything buried in the ground should be something good. Thus, he had thought of leaving it to his sons to be their family heirloom.

However, he did not expect his wife to become ill.

He had busied himself working his whole life and helped both his sons buy their own houses. Yet, he himself did not have any assets.

When he asked his sons for money, both his sons claimed that they were poor. He had made a ruckus for many months but never got a single cent from them.

Under dire circumstances, he was forced to take out the treasure that he had hidden for many years and sell it for money.

Unfortunately, it also led to disappointment. Not even mentioning these outsiders, even his sons claimed that it was just his imagination running wild and treated the jar like a treasure.

"￥200,000? Uncle, wait until the nearby bank is open, then accompany me there. I will transfer the money to you," Jing Yunzhao suddenly declared while Old Li was still resenting his two sons.