Shen Wanci: "What's wrong?"

The driver, seeing her wary stance, knew that she had been frightened by his sneaky appearance. He quickly said, "Miss, don't misunderstand me. I'm not a bad person and I have no ill intentions. Just now, the service desk called me, Mr. Bo transferred thirty thousand yuan to me... No, it's for you, asking me to stop at the phone store for a bit, buy you a phone, and then exchange the remaining money into cash for you."

Actually, I transferred 35,000. Five thousand of it was supposedly his hard work fee according to him.

Well now, this little thing you ask for so much. Such a generous guest like you deserves a whole dozen every day.

Shen Wanci: “...”

The only surname she knew with the family name "Báo" was that of the Báo Jīngzhōu household.

A taxi stopped at the door of the phone store. Shen Wanci reached out to open the door. She wasn't going to refuse the ride he was paying for, even though he bought her last phone and she had transferred money to him. Whether or not he accepted it was his own business.

“Wait…wait a minute,” the driver hurriedly locked the door to stop her. “Before buying the phone, the other party asked me to ask you something.”

Shen Wanci: “What?”

What's his name?

Shen Wanci was speechless. Didn't they all share the surname 'Bo'?

"Is he sick?"

The driver chuckled, "I'm just being cautious. I only got a description from the front desk about your appearance. Just to be sure, please do me a favor, let me confirm it with you."

After he finished speaking, he quietly opened the voice recording app on his phone.

Shen Wanci didn't know about any of this. She just thought Bo Jingzhou was a real jerk.

But the driver was still looking at her with pleading eyes, his hands clasped together as he bowed to her. Shen Wanci felt that he wasn't just trying to finish his job, but wanted to see her leave.

She gritted her teeth, squeezing out three words from between them: "Bo Jingzhou."

"Right, right," the driver smiled a tight smile and sent the recording to the main station, "Come on, let's go buy a phone. Mr. Bo said that no matter how expensive you buy, he'll wire you the money."

Shen Wanci chose the same style as before, but she needed her ID card to apply for the card, and her ID card was in her bag... at the holiday mountain villa.

She forgot about this.

After buying the phone, the driver went to the nearby ATM and withdrew 20,000 yuan in cash for her.

Shen Wanci borrowed his phone to call Bo Jingzhou, asking him to find a colleague to bring her bag back to the company. It wasn't that she had to go around in circles, but she only remembered his number. She used to remember Nie Yuchen's, but he changed his number after returning to China.

Bo Jingzhou: "En..."

Before he could say anything else, Shen Wanci had already hung up the phone.

Having the fare, she didn't plan on going to Qin Yuezhi's shop anymore. She had gotten rained on last night and hadn't showered yet, feeling uncomfortable all over right now.

She gave Qin Yuezhi a call: "Yuezhi, I'm not coming over. I'll just go back and take a shower first."

Qin Yuezhi: "Didn't you say you didn't have money for the bus fare?"

"I've got the money, but the process was a bit complicated. I'll call you back later and tell you all about it once I've sorted out my card."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yuezhi glared at the man in front of her with irritation: "I'm telling you, Lawyer Huo, can't you just be straightforward? These two things are practically blooming under your scrutiny."

She overslept today, the clerk was on leave, and unexpectedly, the first customer she greeted upon opening was Huo Tingdong, who had almost sent her to prison before.

Well, well… look who it is. It’s not often we meet like this.

Ho Ting-dong: "Which of these two is the genuine article?"

Qin Yuezhi glanced casually: "Sorry, dear, both are fakes."

She really didn't want to sell anything to Huo Tingen. The world of antiques is deep and treacherous; distinguishing genuine from fake relies entirely on one's eyesight. Even seasoned artisans with decades of experience can make mistakes, let alone a young woman in her twenties.

If she were blind and received counterfeit goods, thinking they were genuine and sold them, others would certainly regard it as paying for a lesson. That's just how the antiques industry works. But if the buyer was Huo Tingdong, this grandson would definitely sue her into bankruptcy, making her pay every last cent.

Huo Tingdong looked up and fixed his gaze on Qin Yuezhi, who was smiling falsely at him: "You're not running an antique shop?"

"Lawyer, can we get some real-world experience here? Stop acting like those armchair experts who never leave their homes," she walked to the window, pushed open the antique folding window, and pointed with her hand. "Look at this street, 178 antique shops. If you can find a genuine artifact from before the Ming Dynasty in any of these stores that matches this color, I'll give you my head as a stool."

Throughout his career, Lawyer Huo, known for his eloquence and undefeated record in the legal world, was speechless...

“Do you know why the antique street doesn't deal in fakes? Because everyone knows they're fake. The real ones are all in museums, you know. Here, if you want to find a genuine piece with good color and age, it'll cost you a fortune, and even then, it's like finding a needle in a haystack. But if you're looking for something decent in quality, from the Qing dynasty period, I might be able to get you something.”

Ho Tingdong let out a laugh, but it was just a sound, there was no mirth in his eyes: "Ms. Qin is truly bold to speak the truth."

Qin Yuezhi: “??”

He pulled out a black recording pen from his suit pocket. It was a lawyer's habit to carry it everywhere, especially for large transactions like this, just in case there were any problems later and he needed evidence: "If I reported you, wouldn't your Linglang Antiques shop have to be renamed the Linglang Counterfeit Shop?"

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

Qin Yue Zhi's heart exploded with three curses, truly a person sitting at home, disaster coming from the sky. She should have believed what was written on the Yellow Calendar today and not opened the door.

……

After taking a bath, Shen Wanci opened a popular Xianxia drama that everyone was talking about to pass the time. She sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching and munching on snacks.

At half past five in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door.

She put down the half-eaten corn crispy bone and ran to the door. Before she could get to the cat's eye, she heard Bo Jingzhou's voice coming from outside, "It's me, I brought you a package."

Shen Wanci looked out through the cat's eye and sure enough, she saw the man twisting her bag in his hand.

She opened the door a crack. "Thank you,"

Bo Jingzhou looked at the white arm reaching out to him and didn't pass the bag as she wished.

Shen Wanci waved her hands up and down: "Give it to me, what are you doing?"

She hid most of her body behind the door, showing only half of her shoulder. From the style of her skirt, you could tell she was wearing a nightgown.

Bo Jingzhou's Adam's apple rolled: "I traveled so far to bring you this package, aren't you going to thank me? Like, treat me to a meal or something?"

Shen Wanci thought for a moment: "Wait."

After she finished speaking, she slammed the door shut.

Hearing the footsteps fade away from inside the door, Bo Jingzhou curled his lips, a hint of warmth in his otherwise cool voice: “Don’t wear those revealing tops and dresses.”

After a few minutes, the door creaked open again, just as before, only a sliver this time.

Shen Wanci handed out a one hundred yuan bill, "Here, have a meal."

She also wanted to give more, after all, the other person drove a few million dollar car to deliver her a bag, and the gas money alone was over a hundred. But these days, it wasn't easy to find some cash at home.