The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Treasure Hunting

Zhong Niangyao didn’t know that Meng Rou already harbored hatred towards her, and even less did she know that in the near future, it would bring her a bit of trouble.

After leaving the Meng Family, she headed straight for the street she had browsed before. She had already agreed with Lu Yichen that they would visit a tomb together next month, and for safety’s sake, she wanted to see if she could find some treasures.

She still didn’t know what tomb Lu Yichen intended to visit. However, the more ancient the tomb, the more dangers it contained, and it was highly likely that they would encounter zombies. If they ran into some century-old zombies, it would truly be dangerous.

Once she got in the car, Zhong Niangyao quickly arrived at the previous alley.

After getting out of the car, she confidently started strolling through the alley. However, after a full walk, she didn’t find anything suitable at the outdoor stalls.

Zhong Niangyao couldn’t help but sigh, lamenting in her heart that indeed, not all times could be as lucky as last time.

Since she couldn’t find anything suitable outside, she started browsing through the nearby shops.

She entered a relatively large shop and began looking at the merchandise inside.

Unlike the outdoor stalls, most of the items in this shop were genuine, and they were good items as well. Moreover, unlike outside, all the items here had clearly marked prices.

However, though there were many antiques inside, none seemed suitable.

The shop assistant didn’t come forward to disturb her, merely watching quietly from the side. Being an assistant in such a store means possessing some discernment and basic etiquette. Moreover, generally, if the customers don’t request help, it’s better not to approach them, to avoid irritating the customers.

After a full round, Zhong Niangyao found nothing she needed or liked. She couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed and decided to leave.

Just as she was about to leave, a middle-aged man dressed in slightly ragged clothes and with a weather-beaten face walked in, holding a wooden box in his hand.

What caught Zhong Niangyao’s attention was not the man, but the wooden box in his hands. She wondered what was inside it, as it emitted a faint spiritual energy.

“Hello, I have something here that I want to sell to your shop,” the middle-aged man, Qian Pengze, looked at the assistant, “Is your manager here?”

Though his clothes were somewhat worn and he was there to sell something, Qian Pengze’s face showed no trace of discomfort or inferiority, standing tall with pride, his eyes carrying the harshness of life, yet they were not defeated.

The assistant looked at Qian Pengze with some sympathy, then spoke, “Boss Qian, you’ve come several times already, our manager—he—”

“I know,” Qian Pengze didn’t get angry but remained insistent, “The thing I have today is truly a valuable item, please let your manager take a look!”

He had no other choice but to sell. The item he was holding was his family heirloom, and it was his most prized possession. If not for being absolutely desperate, he would not think of pawning this item.

“Boss Qian, it’s not that I don’t want to help you,” the assistant’s face full of difficulty, “but our manager has already said that no matter what you bring, he won’t take it.”

“I’m just a mere assistant; I really can’t make these decisions. Please don’t make it hard for me.”

Hearing the assistant’s words, Qian Pengze was very disappointed but didn’t say anything else, just nodded his head and then picked up the box and walked out.

Since this shop refused to buy, he would have to continue looking for a solution. He was almost at his wit’s end; not only had his business failed, but now his wife was also sick and urgently needed money for treatment. He had to find a solution quickly.

Watching the retreating figure of Qian Pengze, the assistant’s face was filled with sympathy and regret, ultimately sighing, “What a pity.”

Zhong Niangyao directly left the shop, then quickly walked forward, catching up with Qian Pengze, “Wait a moment, please wait.”

Qian Pengze, who was pondering his next steps, heard someone calling him and turned his head to see a young girl approaching him quickly.

Although unsure of what was happening, he stopped and asked politely, “Miss, do you know me? Do you need something from me?”

Zhong Niangyao quickly approached, glanced at the box in Qian Pengze’s hands, and then spoke, “I don’t know you, but I am very interested in the box you’re holding.”

Hearing Zhong Niangyao’s words, Qian Pengze’s eyes brightened immediately; he eagerly said, his tone laced with urgency, “The item in this box is my family heirloom. I would not sell it unless absolutely necessary. You can take a look first, then make a decision.”@@novelbin@@

Zhong Niangyao nodded, “Boss Qian, is it? Why don’t we find a place to sit down and talk more about it?”

Moments later, at a teahouse by the window—

Zhong Niangyao and Qian Pengze sat opposite each other, having already introduced themselves.

Qian Pengze pushed the box he was holding toward Zhong Niangyao, “Lady Zhong, you can first take a look at the item. If you truly like it and decide to acquire it, then we can discuss the price.”

Although he didn’t know much about Zhong Niangyao, from her clothing and demeanor, it was clear that she was nurtured in a wealthy family. That’s why he decided to sit down and discuss in detail because he knew if she really liked it, she definitely had the means to buy it.

This was not because he was being materialistic, but because he currently didn’t have much time to waste.

Zhong Niangyao didn’t care about his thoughts; she reached out and directly opened the wooden box on the table. Upon opening the box, an ancient aura enveloped them, mixed with streaks of spiritual energy. At a single glance, it was evident that this was indeed a long-cherished, valuable item.

Inside the box lay a compass quietly. The compass was not large, only slightly bigger than her palm and it was unclear what material it was made of. However, from the marks on it, one could tell how many long years it had endured and how many hands it had passed through.

The compass had already absorbed some spiritual energy; although it was not yet enough to become a spiritual artifact, it was still a rare and valuable item. If put on the market, it would be the darling of many Feng Shui masters.