Chapter 119: Choosing A Gift

  Qin Lang rushed to the entrance, his eyes fixed intently on the tripod furnace on the three-wheeled cart. His heart was filled with joy and excitement. What he saw before him was far better than what he had imagined, and if nothing unexpected happened, getting this furnace would be a sure thing.

  Chen Zhongtian was particularly excited, and after carefully moving the tripod stove into the store with Old Zhou, he shouted to Old Zhou: "Letting you deliver it personally is really an honor, thank you!"

  "No need to be polite, I'll wait for you outside, contact me by phone!" Old Zhou called out, and immediately pedaled his tricycle away.

  "Little brother, what do you think of this tripod furnace?" Chen Tianzhong asked Qin Lang with a smile after Old Zhou left.

  Qin Lang did not answer immediately, and instead personally touched the cauldron. After a moment, he sensed the age of the cauldron with his consciousness, which was at least over six hundred years old, matching the boss's claim that it was from the Ming Dynasty.

  Can it be so clear about the year of this tripod, is the origin of this tripod unknown?

  Qin Lang muttered to himself.

  It is very difficult to determine the age of this bronze tripod, unless it is clearly known that the tripod was unearthed from a certain tomb, and judging the age of the tomb is much simpler.

  However, Qin Lang was not interested in tracing the origin of this tripod. In the antique market, even in the auction market, although there were many fakes, there were also countless genuine products that came from the hands of tomb robbers. If one really pursued it, it would be a lot of trouble.

  However, Qin Lang was somewhat curious about which alchemist of the Ming Dynasty left behind this alchemy furnace. If he could find out which tomb it was, perhaps he might be able to find an answer. After all, it was the first time in this world that he had come to know that alchemists truly existed, and that was more than 600 years ago.

  If we can find out who this alchemist is, it may help him understand the elixir of this world. Knowledge is endless, and understanding more isn't a bad thing.

  Although this tripod is a professional alchemy furnace, its size and material are far inferior to the alchemy furnaces he personally refined on the Dan Ding Continent.

  He currently only has the power of Ming Jin and An Jing, and does not have the ability to refine the Dan furnace, let alone mobilize his own Ding Hun. This Dan furnace, although ordinary, is sufficient for refining general Dan furnaces, and if it's not enough, he can also mobilize the five elements to adjust the fire, these simple defects can be assisted by his current abilities.

  When his strength reaches the level of Qihai, he can refine the Dan furnace by himself and refine higher-level elixirs. When the level is at its highest, he can even mobilize the tripod soul in his body to refine the elixir, and when refining the Jiemie Shen Dan, he uses his own tripod soul.

  Thinking of this, Qin Lang's heart surged with excitement. Alchemy and cultivation had accompanied him for hundreds of years, and now that he was reborn, being able to set foot in this field again undoubtedly filled him with anticipation.

  "How much is this tripod?" Qin Lang thoughtfully looked at Chen Zhongtian.

  "He wants 800,000," Chen Zhongtian said with a smile. In his eyes, even if Qin Lang was somewhat knowledgeable about antiques, he was still young and looked like a rich second-generation heir, so the price would naturally be opened to the highest bid.

  In fact, with the penalty, the cost of this tripod is around 1.5 million.

  From Wu Yong, Qin Lang had seen how a wronged big head was made, but this Ding year was so far away that the price of 800,000 was not too expensive. If it were put on the auction market, it's possible that this price wouldn't even be reached. But 800,000, almost half of his money, after thinking about it, he didn't immediately bid.

  It was white and flawless, but listening to this old and somewhat rusty cauldron, it actually cost 800,000 yuan, which made her hard to believe. Touching the cauldron, there was nothing special about it. She felt that something was not right, so she leaned into Qin Lang's ear and said: "Don't be cheated by others, spending tens of millions on a cauldron requires careful consideration."

  Qin Lang ignored her and said to Chen Zhongtian: "I'm not used to dragging things out, 300,000 is the most I'll pay."

  "Little brother, you cut off 500,000 yuan at once, isn't that a bit too much?" Chen Zhongtian said in a deep voice.

  Chen Zhongtian's wife saw Qin Lang so refreshing, and after deducting the cost, there was still a pure profit of 150,000. She felt that this deal could be concluded, so she took the initiative to pat the board and said: "I have no problem, this Ding is sold to you."

  "Ah……you……" Chen Zhongtian glared at his wife, pulling her aside and asked: "What's wrong with you, woman? You know that such a big fish should be slaughtered thoroughly. Usually, I see you so capable, but at the critical moment, you fall apart. Do you want to drive me mad?"

  "Can't you just learn from Old Zhou's wife and divorce me?" His wife said softly: "I'm very clear about the origin of this tripod, but it's not selling well. For two years, no one has asked about it, and now it's hard to find a buyer. If we don't sell it, won't it just be left to gather dust? Besides, this little thing is a firecracker, have you seen its temper? I've experienced it myself, so forget it, let's just make the best of it."

  Chen Zhongtian knew that it was useless to say anything else now, because the words had already been spoken and there was no room for regret. So he agreed to sell it to Qin Lang for 300,000.

  Before making the payment, Qin Lang thought of a question and asked Chen Zhongtian: "Whose tomb was this ding unearthed from in the Ming Dynasty?"

  Chen Zhongtian looked at Qin Lang with a strange expression, feeling very puzzled about his question, and shook his head: "This tripod was collected by me, specifically how many hands it has been passed through, who the first hand is, I'm not very clear."

  Qin Lang saw that Chen Zhongtian had an intention to conceal, so he came up with a tempting bait and said: "As for the other things in this tomb, I'm interested."

  Chen Zhongtian's eyes lit up instantly: "Really? Then I'll investigate for you, leave me a contact method, and I'll tell you if I find out."

  After paying, Qin Lang left his contact phone number and put the tripod on his back, ready to leave.

  Bai Wuxia saw Qin Lang ignore her advice and insisted on spending hundreds of thousands to buy this cauldron, such an unthinkable move that piqued her curiosity to the extreme.

  Until this moment, Qin Lang's image in her mind was like a god, as if he had mysterious and sinister powers that were invisible.

  Just as the two of them stepped out of the store, a plump middle-aged woman suddenly walked in and told Chen Zhongtian and his wife, who were chatting enthusiastically: "I heard that someone over there is fighting, ten people ganging up on one person, what a sensational scene!"

  "What's going on?" Chen Zhongtian's wife was immediately drawn in by the gossip, asking as she crawled out from behind the counter, ready to go watch the commotion with the middle-aged woman who had spilled the beans.

  "I heard that a sissy cop bought some counterfeit goods and asked for a refund. The seller refused, so he tried to use his police identity to arrest the guy, but ended up getting beaten up by the seller's accomplices instead! Serves him right, doesn't know the basic rules of 'no refunds or exchanges', deserves to get beat up! I heard they're still beating him up now, let's hurry and go take a look!" The middle-aged woman exclaimed.

  Chen Zhongtian and his wife's faces turned pale as soon as they heard the words "police" and "counterfeit goods". They knew exactly what had happened. This couple, who were the culprits, shouldn't have gone to join in the commotion at this time. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

  Not just the couple, Qin Lang and Bai Wuchuang, who were preparing to leave the store, also realized what had happened.

  "It must be Wu Yong who got beaten! Let's hurry over, don't let anyone get killed!" Bai Wuchang hastily ran over.

  If it weren't for Wu Yong's solemn assurance that this thing was genuine, such consequences would not have occurred. It can be said that Wu Yong is to blame for this. But this matter has an indirect relationship with her, and she cannot ignore it.

  Qin Lang furrowed his brow, pondering for a few seconds, and finally fearing that those people would be unfavorable to Bai Wumo, he also followed them.

  When Qin Lang and Bai Wuchan arrived, the chaotic scene was still ongoing. Wu Yong was no longer being beaten, but was crouched in a corner, covering his head with his hands, blood streaming down his face. The smashed agate decorations and other glass shards were scattered around him. A crowd of people surrounded him, but they just stood there discussing what had happened, without anyone reaching out to help him.

  Two men approached Wu Yong and were taken aback by his injured appearance. The wound was not light, with a blue nose and face, blood flowing like water, and several deep gashes on his face and neck that exposed the flesh. His eyes were swollen, and he seemed to be in a daze, holding his chest and coughing several times, unable to speak. The whole person looked unrecognizable as Wu Yong. It was even more severe than when he was stung by bees on the mountain that day, and it was estimated that his face would be disfigured beyond recognition.

  "The ambulance has arrived......" At this time, the onlookers made way for a path, and several nurses appeared carrying a stretcher, putting Wu Yong on it before hastily carrying him towards the ambulance waiting outside the market gate.

  There is a hospital about 200 meters outside the market, so the ambulance arrived quickly. The antique market often has similar conflicts, so the medical staff who came down from the ambulance were not surprised and just lifted the injured to the hospital as usual, leaving the follow-up work to others, without noticing Qin Lang and Bai Wuchang standing aside.

  "Money down the drain and I'm hurt like this, today is really an unlucky day to go out!" Bai Wuxiao muttered to himself, and then heard a few people next to him discussing on their phones.

  "I've recorded the whole process and will post it on video websites tomorrow. It's definitely going to be a hit!" said one of the onlookers.

  "The police are so arrogant, they can do whatever they want. You haven't seen how domineering he was, let me show you!" Another person also raised their phone and said.

  Because of the close distance, Bai Wuchang saw part of the video. In the video, Wu Yong's attitude was arrogant and domineering, with every word and action being about arresting people, detaining them, and even taking the initiative to fight one of the vendors, pulling out handcuffs and kicking over all their goods. After that, a group of vendors surrounded him, using iron shovels and other tools to beat Wu Yong mercilessly, occasionally accompanied by Wu Yong's pig-like cries for help.

  "A dog can't change its habit of eating feces, so it can't speak properly? That's the kind of virtue you have, and you deserve to be beaten. This is what happens when you're asking for death!" Qin Lang said coldly on the side.

  "I'll go take a look at him! He's suspected of having done evil deeds, but I also have responsibility." Bai Wuxiao sighed.

  "Where are you going? Didn't you say you wanted to pick out a gift for your father? While I still have some time, let me help you choose! After we're done, you can do whatever you want!" Qin Lang said in a low voice.

  Bai Wuxia heard this and suddenly beamed with joy, saying: "You'd better keep your word, you'd best pick out a top-quality genuine article for me, or else I'll draw a circle and curse you!"

  As she spoke, like a happy and lively little sparrow, she pulled Qin Lang into the crowd flowing into the market.

  After hearing Bai Wuxia mention that her father liked jade antiques, Qin Lang took her to a street on the east side of the market entrance. The shops on this street were almost all jade shops. Various trinkets such as Buddhist beads, bangles, decorations, necklaces, and pendants dazzled the eyes, making it hard to take them all in.

  It's really not an easy thing to pick out the best from these numerous products, just like finding a needle in the ocean.

  Bai Wuxiao's eyes were rather shallow, and almost all the things he picked out for Qin Lang to appraise were good-looking but fake. Qin Lang only needed one glance to deny the authenticity of the items Bai Wuxiao had chosen, and without exception, they were all counterfeit jade made from materials such as plastic, glass, agate, and dyed stone.

  After turning around, Qin Lang found something good in a store, which was an amber flute, absolutely genuine. The flute was carved exquisitely, and from the outside of the flute, you could still see cracks like animal claws in the middle. However, compared to other jade articles, its color was not very bright, and its transparency was not high either.

  It is precisely these two factors that make it slightly inferior in appearance. However, Qin Lang found that the flute was over 300 years old when he touched it, and it was very likely that its color and transparency had decreased due to its age and the fact that it was made of amber.

  "Let's go with this one." Qin Lang said to Bai Wuchuang.

  "What? This flute is ugly in color, my dad definitely won't like it."

  "I don't care if you like it or not, anyway this flute is pretty good and the price shouldn't be expensive either, think about it." Qin Lang said calmly.

  Bai Wuxia took the flute and looked at it. The appearance was really not good, but after hearing Qin Lang say so, she had some interest in it again.

  "Don't judge a person by appearance, nor an object! Superficial woman!" Qin Lang shook his head and loudly called out to buy something.

  "Are these two beauties and handsome guys interested in this flute?" Soon, a short and plump female boss came out to greet the two.

  "How much does it cost?"

  The female boss had a smile all over her face: "This flute is absolutely good stuff, you two are really discerning, the price is eight thousand."

  "Even if it's natural, it wouldn't be this expensive. Let alone this dyed one. 500 yuan, buy it and I'll wrap it up for you. If not, then forget it!" Qin Lang bargained.

  "Come on, little guy, don't joke around. Five hundred is not even the wholesale price, give me a sincere quote."

  "Five hundred and eighty, auspicious number, no need to say more, waste of words, make a deal, if not I'll just leave!"

  "Alas, 580 is just 580, I've lost to you two." The female boss said with a sigh.

  Staring blankly at Qin Lang with a look of shock and amazement, thinking to herself, "You must have practiced this before?"

  Compared with the double dragon agate ornament selected by Wu Yong, this thing looks more reliable.

  Since Qin Lang said it so affirmatively, this thing must have its value. As for Bai Wuxia, she didn't doubt it too much and bought the amber flute that only cost 580 yuan with a satisfied heart.