Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

Jiang Han: "..."

Xin Gaoyang casually threw the fragments of the notebook into the fixed trash can on the ship.

"I had someone do this. It's realistic, isn't it? I just wanted to trick my mom. There's no need to actually go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Jiang Han was completely convinced. It turned out that Xin Gaoyang was just trying to be angry with his mother from the beginning to the end.

This is really a huge investment.

Just then, Xin Gaoyang's cell phone rang. It was the 20 yuan transferred to him by Fang Xiaodie.

Fang Xiaodie: Brother Xin, I'll keep the 20. I'll return the 3. I'm already very grateful that you saved me from this misery. When my life gets better, I'll slowly pay you back the .

Xin Gaoyang frowned and didn't take the money.

Instead, he deleted Fang Xiaodie's contact information.

Jiang Han really couldn't understand him, "Don't you feel bad about the money? She gave it to you, why don't you want it?"

Xin Gaoyang put away his phone. "She said her father is sick and she has several younger brothers and sisters at home."

Anyway, as a bargain, she had done what she had to do. His mother was successfully irritated by the two of them.

Jiang Han didn't know what to say. Xin Gaoyang was the typical person who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

It's just his behavior, which is quite strange.

It was indeed wrong for his mother to break up him and his ex-girlfriend.

But he couldn't do anything to make his mother angry.

Jiang Han sighed unconsciously, thinking of himself and Zhang Haidai.

To be honest, Xin Gaoyang is a little happier, after all, he still has his mother to vent his anger on.

And he had long since lost the ability to make his mother angry.

As for Zhang Haidai, his mother wouldn't care if he followed Xin Gaoyang's example and used the method of disrupting his own life to anger his mother.

"Is it true that you'll give me 10% of the profit?" Xin Gaoyang asked unconsciously. He didn't care before, but now he is really short of money.

"What did I lie to you for?"

Xin Gaoyang finally felt happier, "Thank you, Jiang Han."

Jiang Han is not only his savior, but also his God of Wealth.

The two of them took a boat all the way to Hangzhou.

Jiang Han dozed off for a while along the way, but Xin Gaoyang didn't dare to fall asleep.

Jiang Han has such valuable things in his backpack, he has to keep an eye on it.

If someone gets it, I'll want to die.

After getting off the boat, there were a lot of people crowding around.

Jiang Han didn't dare to carry the bag on his back, he held it in front.

Xin Gaoyang had been protecting him on both sides. Seeing the tall and strong man pushing towards Jiang Han, he squeezed forward without fear of the pain.

Arriving at the place agreed with Tang Qin, Jiang Han looked around and finally saw Tang Qin at a roadside stall.

Jiang Han didn't call her, but walked over with Xin Gaoyang.

Tang Qin laughed heartily at a notebook.

Across from her, a small old man in a Mao suit and a goatee stared at Tang Qin with some dissatisfaction. "Little girl, you can look at me, but please don't laugh, okay?"

This laughter made him feel uneasy.

"Boss, how much is this book?"

The old man raised two fingers.

Tang Qin looked at him doubtfully, "Two?"

The old man immediately got angry and said, "What two pieces? Little girl, please stop making trouble, okay?"

Tang Qin showed a look of sudden enlightenment, "So it costs 20 yuan. Twenty yuan for a tattered book, that's too expensive!"

The old man was so angry that he stood up and said, "What a crappy book! This is an ancient book."

The old man came over to Tang Qin and whispered, "This is the Song Dynasty's "Splendid Valley of Flowers" that I collected with great difficulty from the countryside."

Tang Qin looked at him in surprise, "Doesn't it mean that things before the Ming Dynasty can't be bought or sold?"

The old man made a "hush" gesture and said, "Just don't tell anyone. I'll sell it to you for 20 yuan, but don't tell anyone you bought it from me. Just say it's an heirloom."

"What? 20!" Tang Qin's eyes widened in shock. "This crappy book costs 20?"

The old man was so frightened that he hugged the book in Tang Qin's arms. "Don't make such a fuss! This is an ancient book! It's from the Song Dynasty. Can you afford to pay for it if it's damaged? If I hadn't spent so much effort to collect this thing, how could I have sold it for 20?"