I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

The antique shop has a very small doorfront, with the words "Wuyunzhai" written on the plaque.

There were no other signs, and when you walked in, no one would have known it was an antique shop.

Antiques have been booming in recent years, and the antique industry in Shanghai, Beijing, Tianjin and other places has formed a chain.

This shop may look ordinary on the outside, but it is actually a different world inside, and it specializes in doing business with people it knows.

After Wei Miao saw the three people enter the house and go up to the second floor, a sign saying "Closed for Business" was hung at the door.

Wei Miao did not go directly to the antique shop, but went into the teahouse next to it.

These street-side shops are all built by large capitals by buying land themselves, and all they share is a wall.

The waiter did not mind Wei Miao's young age and still warmly welcomed him to the second floor.

Wei Miao gave the waiter a fifty-cent tip and pointed to the box in the direction of the antique shop and said:

"Can I sit in the innermost room?"

The waiter didn't mind that fifty cents was too little, and said with a smile, "That's just in time, I was just about to take you to that box."

Wei Miao felt a pain in his heart and suddenly felt that he had spent his fifty cents too early.

Fortunately, over the past year, she has learned which emotions do not need to be expressed.

After entering the private room, Wei Miao randomly ordered a pot of tea and a few plates of dim sum, which just reached the minimum consumption for the room, so he stopped ordering.

"A pot of West Lake Longjing tea, a plate of osmanthus cake, a plate of tiaotou cake, and a portion of Mala cake..."

The waiter read out Wei Miao's order, and after seeing Wei Miao nod, he left quickly.

Wei Miao waited patiently for the food to be served. After instructing others not to disturb her, she sat against the wall with the snacks in her hand.

She pricked up her ears and began to eavesdrop.

Because there was only one storefront next door and one restaurant upstairs, Wei Miao was willing to come here and spend money on snacks.

In the next room, three people were sitting in a triangle at a round rosewood table.

There was a man sitting crookedly on the armchair next to him. He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with messy hair and a thin face.

He was holding a wine gourd in his bony hands and pouring wine into his mouth with his eyes closed, looking quite relaxed.

Yukiko Matsui still had gauze on her left eye and was wearing sunglasses. Her right sleeve was empty, and her intact left hand had a plum blossom mark on it.

Wells on her left took off his coat and dressed in a suit and tie, holding the copper scroll he had brought back from Zeng's house.

Bald George held a map of Shanghai in his hand and carefully spread it in the middle of the table. He pressed down the four corners with the cup lid next to him before speaking:

"This antique shop is my private shop, it's very safe. Taoist Priest Nima is one of us, so there's no need to worry..."

After hearing this, Wei Miao almost choked to death on the snack in his mouth. He gulped down half a pot of tea, patted his chest, and complained:

Whose Taoist name is Nima?

This rich label is quite like Brother Lu’s style.

Yukiko Matsui turned her head to look at the rather unruly Taoist priest, pursed her pale lips, and said nothing.

Wells held the copper scroll in the frame in his hand, shrugged, looked at George, and muttered half-seriously:

"George, you must give me a reason to call me out of my gentle embrace."

Bald George pointed at the Taoist priest sitting there and said excitedly:

"By God, we are going to be rich."

Matsui Yukiko coughed twice, put down the bronze medal in her hand, picked up the tea on the table to suppress the itching in her throat, and then said:

"George, you said you found a clue. What clue is it? Why do you have to bring this plum blossom seal?"

The two looked at her empty right sleeve, bowed their heads and said in silence:

"Xuezi, I am deeply saddened by what happened at the Far East Hotel..."

Yukiko Matsui nodded politely, but secretly cursed the two bastards in her heart, asking them not to raise the corners of their mouths so high when they were grieving.

When she finds the location of the treasure, she has a thousand ways to make these two people suffer a fate neither able to live nor to die.

There was a strange smile on her lips. Maybe if I give this bald head to Li Xiaoya, she would be very interested.

But Yukiko Matsui has no intention of caring about these things now.

She received a call from George and risked infection and left the hospital despite the doctor's advice, not to listen to the ridicule of these two foreigners.

The local government sent a temporary investigation team to the hotel on the day the incident happened.

As a result, half a month passed and nothing was found out.

Fortunately, his uncle only suffered eye injuries and his order to serve as the commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Force remained unchanged.

Because of the deaths and injuries of those superiors, my uncle was asked to temporarily take charge of all the departments until other officials were sent over.

The reputation of his Matsui family reached its peak in Shanghai.

If she could find the legendary 100,000 gold, 1 million silver, and all kinds of treasures at this moment, perhaps the Matsui family could have a place in the royal family.

Thinking of this, Yukiko Matsui's breathing became heavier.

"I got the answer from Master Nima."

George pointed to the map on the table and said word by word:

"Something's in the water."

The three of them together did not know a total of thirty Chinese characters for "Eastern", but they knew that the location he was pointing to was the Huangpu River.

"Is the information reliable?" Yukiko Matsui frowned.

After hearing this, George walked up to the young Taoist priest who was still drinking, bowed respectfully and said:

"Master Nima, please!"

The young Taoist opened his eyes, two cold gazes shot out from his eyes, he hung the wine jug around his waist, stood up impatiently, and walked towards the rosewood round table without saying a word.

He took the plum blossom copper seal from Yukiko Matsui without any hesitation, and then gestured on the copper scroll brought by Wells.

Holding an inkless pen in his hand, he kept tapping on the map on the table.

After a while, the three of them saw a plum blossom-shaped stick figure line appear on the map.

Matsui Yukiko and the others looked at each other and took a deep breath.

"Turn out the lights."

Taoist Priest Ni Ma said the first words of the day. His voice was very young, even with a hint of cynicism.

George quickly flipped off the light switch.

The room, which had already had its curtains drawn, was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Look!"

In the darkness Wells pointed at the map on the table.

On the completely black map, there appeared a piece of paper that looked similar to the plum blossom copper plate.

The three people were dazzled by the Taoist priest's actions. They didn't expect that such an effect could be achieved by pointing out the void.

Yukiko Matsui reacted very quickly. She placed her bronze medal on it in the dark.

Because I was nervous, I had to release it twice before I finally succeeded.

Bald George was very proud. He had been doing archaeological research in the East for several years and admired the mysterious methods of the East.

He once paid a large sum of money to hire tomb raiders to serve him. The methods used by those people were much more mysterious and effective than his method of using only gunpowder.

But unfortunately every time he was left in the tomb.

He looked at Taoist Fang Xia with a serious gaze, thinking that this person should like the Huangpu River.

Matsui Yukiko and Wells were staring at the things on it and studying them when they heard a voice with a sneer:

"The thing should be within this range. The place where the river is most violent in this range is where the treasure is."

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My darlings, I’m so sorry.

I wanted to quack, but my body wasn't up to it.

Jiang Chang's book still has some manuscripts saved, but this one is an improvisation. Her body is unstable, so sometimes there is more and sometimes less!

If your child is impatient, you can wait and see it later.

But I won't end badly~~~

It's just that I feel really guilty during this period of time~~~