As soon as Lin Shan returned to the exchange hall on the third floor, Manager Jiang came to greet him.

The old man had a look of joy on his face and almost didn't say "It'll be good to come back alive". He patted his shoulder and complained softly.

"If I had known you were so ignorant, I, an old man like me, would never dare to agree to take you up there. I'm still too young..."

Lin Shan didn't waste any time and directly took out the protective shield and flashed it in front of the old man's eyes.

"???"

Manager Jiang's eyes almost popped out of his head: "Protector's Token? How did you get it? Are you the long-lost biological son of Protector Jiang?"

Lin Shan rolled his eyes angrily.

"Stop yelling! You always think you have a long life, but don't bring it down on me. I still want to live a few more years. The Lord Protector lent me this temporarily. I came to you to get two innate manuscripts."

…

It took a while for Manager Jiang to accept this fact, and he looked at Lin Shan with a complicated expression. This kid could always surprise him, or to be precise, he was frightened.

But thinking that he could kill Fatty Li at such a young age, he turned around and went to the storehouse to get the skills while muttering, "The future life is terrible."

After waiting for a moment, Lin Shan took the copy of the innate skills he took from Manager Jiang. He stuffed it into his arms without having time to look at it carefully, turned around and went downstairs. Manager Jiang was still shouting from behind, "If you memorize it, remember to burn it. Don't forget to burn it."

The second person in the rumor!"

"knew!"

"This kid..."

The old man smiled and shook his head. Although it was hard to guess, the young man's impetuous character still needs to be tempered.

Huh? No! The exercises were all given to him, shouldn’t the protective token be returned to him? Why did he take it away too!

Manager Jiang quickly walked to the stairs and looked down. Lin Shan had long disappeared...

…

At the antique store in the west of the city, many people came in and out, most of them came to see the golden bell unearthed from the Yelang Tomb.

A young man in white clothes carrying a bag walked in. It was Lin Shan who had returned home from Nightingale, picked up antiques and wandered back.

Walking into the store, shopkeeper Huang, who had received Lin Shan last time, looked over. When he saw it was Lin Shan, he lost interest instantly. Last time, the boy just didn't want to buy, and the shopkeeper was no longer confused by his appearance.

Lin Shan didn't care about this and walked directly to the counter, "Shopkeeper, I have a big business with you!"

"Oh, what a big deal."

The shopkeeper was still fiddling with the abacus without raising his eyes.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Lin Shan couldn't help but take out a vase from his bag and put it under his nose.

"Here, let's take a look first."

"Get it out of my way! Otherwise... hmm? This is..."

The shopkeeper's eyes were immediately attracted by the vase in front of him, with its peculiar shape, smooth curves, elegant patterns, and lost firing techniques...

"This is an antique from the ancient Yelang country thousands of years ago!"

The shopkeeper couldn't help but wanted to take it into his arms and play with it...

Suddenly, a nasty hand took it away from under his nose.

"Who! Who!"

Shopkeeper Huang yelled in confusion, causing other customers and waiters in the store to look at him sideways.

"Have you seen enough, shopkeeper? Find a quiet place to chat?" came a joking voice from the side.

Shopkeeper Huang's face flashed with embarrassment after he reacted, and he quickly greeted Lin Shan with a smile and raised his empty hand.

"Master, please come in!"

…

When they came to the private room, shopkeeper Huang was holding a vase with an intoxicated look on his face, as if he had drunk the ice flower fruit wine brewed in the dog days of summer. His old face was flushed, his eyes were narrowed, and he even... made a strange sound...

Next to him, Lin Shan couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't wake him up even after coughing several times. He had to use some of his strength to shake the shopkeeper awake. Then he poured out more than ten antiques in the bag.

"so much?"

Shopkeeper Huang was taken aback. After identifying them one by one, he pointed at the pile on the table tremblingly, "Sir, what are you planning to do..."

"Business!"

Old God Lin Shan was at ease and his tone was leisurely.

"This matter is too big for me to make the decision. I will find the owner behind our store for you and you can discuss it in person."

Shopkeeper Huang knew he couldn't hold on, so he quickly asked someone to give Lin Shan tea, and ran out in a hurry.

…

After waiting for about half an hour, a cheerful voice came from outside the door.

"I asked who came to our store to do business, but I didn't expect it to be a rich and handsome young man! Haha, my surname is Zhao. It's enough for everyone to call me Mr. Zhao. How should I call this young man?"

"Xiaosheng Linshan, don't you dare."

"I have admired you for a long time. No need to be polite. Please sit down!"

…

The two exchanged pleasantries as if they were old friends who had been separated for many years. They talked and interacted with each other, but they did not mention a word about the antiques on the table.

After all, Lin Shan was younger, so he couldn't hold himself back and spoke first: "I came to your store today to deal with these treasures that were just unearthed from Yelang's ancient tomb."

Mr. Zhao nodded, he had just learned this from Shopkeeper Huang.

If you want to eat this batch of antiques, they must be able to eat them. Who in the southern country does not know the name of Mr. Zhao! The chief staff of the governor of Zangzhou County is also the current head of the wealthy Zhao family of Zanggan County, and he is also a famous first-class master!

Just now, the main purpose was to explore Lin Shan's story and how he got these antiques. Of course, Lin Shan explained it in a vague way. Mr. Zhao, who didn't ask anything, turned around and asked Lin Shan about his origins.

This time Lin Shan sat up straight, this was what he was waiting for.

He took out the token he just got from his arms, handed it to Mr. Zhao, and said at the same time:

"Actually, I'm just running errands for Protector Jiang. Sir, please take a look."

As for which Protector Jiang was, he didn't need to explain clearly.

Since interrogating Wu Yuanwai that night, he had secretly investigated Mr. Zhao, the financial backer behind the antique shop. He knew that with Mr. Zhao's status, he could naturally guess who the Protector Jiang he was talking about was.

As expected, Mr. Zhao looked at it and asked hesitantly: "But...that Protector Jiang from Nightingale?"

"Exactly!"

Mr. Zhao nodded and returned the token to Lin Shan. He secretly thought that indeed, he did not believe that the young man in front of him, who had just entered the Houtian realm, could bring so many antiques out of Yelang Tomb.

You must know that after receiving the golden bell from Yuanwai Wu, Mr. Zhao naturally sent a team of Zhao family members to also enter the Yelang Ancient Tomb. The result is self-evident.

Later, among the many missions released by Nightingale to explore Yelang's ancient tomb, one of the employers was none other than Mr. Zhao.

If this pile of antiques was brought out by Protector Jiang, it would make sense.

After all, a half-step innate person is the top fighting force in this county, and the Zhao family does not have an innate master.

…

After the two chatted with each other for a few words, Lin Shan couldn't wait to ask Mr. Zhao to evaluate the pile of antiques.

Mr. Zhao was able to become the financial backer of the antique shop, so he naturally knew a lot about it, and he soon offered a sky-high price.

"Three thousand taels of gold, what do you think?"

Lin Shan was naturally overjoyed when he heard this at first, but when he turned around and thought about it, he was a little worried. After all, he was not a professional, and he didn't know whether the price offered by Mr. Zhao was reliable or not, not to mention that he got these antiques from a narrow escape in the ancient tomb.

.

Mr. Zhao across from him saw him hesitating, and he suddenly understood and laughed.

"Let's see, my little brother and I hit it off right away. These antiques cost three thousand taels, and I will privately give my little brother a hundred taels of gold as a running fee."

Mr. Zhao has been kept in the dark until now, thinking that this batch of goods belongs to Protector Jiang. Although Lin Shan is just an errand boy, he has the right to sell or not.

He simply bribed Lin Shan with a large amount of money, and Lin Shan made a fortune for nothing, and everyone was still happy.

When Lin Shan heard this, he immediately knew that the price given by Mr. Zhao was definitely lower than the market price. But when people said this, he could only hold his nose and ignore the mistake.

Otherwise, it would be bad to act too protective and arouse suspicion.

"Okay, that's it."

…

Mr. Zhao is worthy of being the head of the Zhao family and has strong financial resources.

After a while, a maid came in with a tray, opened the red cloth, and a stack of banknotes were neatly stacked on it. Lin Shan nodded and took out only ten banknotes worth one hundred taels, which was equivalent to one hundred taels when converted at one to ten.

One hundred taels of gold.

As for the rest, I pushed it back with a smile.

"Oh? My friend, this is..." Mr. Zhao was thoughtful.
To be continued...