The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

At that moment, Muya's voice, like a clear mountain spring, broke the silence. With a touch of playfulness and ease, she said, "Grandpa, we meet again. We've come again. This time, you must give me a good price." Her voice was clear and melodious, seemingly penetrating, and the tense atmosphere instantly relaxed. Ying Ni, watching Muya and Ji Lao's interaction from the side, a hint of admiration and anticipation crossed her eyes.

Ji Lao continued, following Mu Ya's words. Time had left deep marks on his face, but his eyes were still bright, as if they could see through people's hearts. He stood in front of Mu Ya and Ying Ni, smiling slightly, revealing a few gleaming golden teeth, as if telling of his past glory.

"Since you are a regular customer, I will give you a 10% discount, which is very generous."

Mu Ya looked back at Ying Ni, who nodded gently. She understood that negotiating a price from them wouldn't be easy. She knew that even though these stalls belonged to different factions, this old man possessed the most powerful aura.

Ying Li picked up a piece of stone from the stall. She had noticed this stone before. This stone gave her a very strange feeling. She observed it carefully, but she was still a little confused.

"Little girl, that piece you're holding is a scrap, left over from a customer's cutting." Seeing Ying Ni holding a piece of stone and examining it repeatedly, Ji Lao examined it carefully, finally remembering it was the leftover material from a customer's stone cutting. These scraps aren't allowed at the auction. It's not a rule, but a matter of face. It was probably accidentally brought in by a clerk while moving. Ji Lao understood that scraps couldn't be priced the same as the original stone, otherwise he would be ridiculed and ostracized by his peers.

"If you are interested in that material, I can give you this price." After thinking for a while, Ji Lao stretched out three fingers.

Ying Ni gazed at the three fingers, representing three thousand. She paid without hesitation, having already delved into the stone's background. She knew full well that this seemingly ordinary scrap of material might hold hidden secrets, perhaps even unexpected surprises. In her eyes, this stone was more than just an ordinary piece of stone; it held a history, a story, even a legend.

Seeing Ying Ni pay so readily, Ji Lao's curiosity was piqued. He looked at Ying Ni, his heart filled with confusion and curiosity. He wanted to know what this little girl had discovered that made her pay so much money without hesitation.

"Little girl, have you discovered anything?" Ji Lao remembered that this scrap of jade had been stored with him for years. He had examined it repeatedly but had never found any trace of jade. He looked at Ying Ni, eager for her answer, hoping that she could resolve his doubts.

Ying Ni didn't say anything. She took out a flashlight from her pocket, lit it, and focused the light on a certain part of the stone: "Look carefully, is there any difference here?" Her words were full of confidence. She believed in her own judgment and believed in the secret hidden in this stone.

Ji Lao leaned in to observe, and Mu Ya also stepped behind Ying Ni. The others, drawn to the action, gathered around. Ji Lao examined the area illuminated by Ying Ni's flashlight. He sensed a different texture here than in the others, though the specific difference was difficult to pinpoint. Curiosity flickered in his eyes, and he awaited Ying Ni's explanation.

The crowd watching was equally bewildered, and for a moment, the area fell silent. They looked at Ying Ni and Ji Lao, hoping they could uncover the stone's secrets.

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke.

"This... could this be... Mo Fei?"

"Mo Fei? Really?"

The onlookers immediately became excited upon hearing this possibility. They looked at Ying Ni and Ji Lao, waiting for their confirmation. If it was indeed Mo Fei, then the value of this stone would be immeasurable.

Ji Lao's hands trembled slightly, his eyes gleaming with unconcealable excitement. He took the stone from Ying Meng's hand as if receiving a heavy weight of hope. His fingers gently stroked the surface of the stone, as if engaging in a silent conversation with it. The crowd around him began to whisper, their curious eyes focused on the old man and the stone in his hands.

He carefully examined every corner of the stone, his gaze as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through the rough outer shell and glimpse the secrets hidden within. Ying Ni stood aside, a relaxed smile on her face. She didn't mind letting this experienced old man unravel the mystery of the stone.

"Little girl, do you mind if I, an old man, help you with this stone?" Ji Lao's voice was a little hoarse, but full of anticipation. Ying Li nodded gently, happy to have someone do it for her. She knew that this was not just a piece of stone, but also a rare opportunity.

After receiving Ying Ni's permission, Ji Lao's face lit up with a smile of satisfaction. He tightly gripped the precious stone and took firm, powerful steps toward the stone-cutting site. The crowd followed him closely like a tide, unwilling to miss this rare and spectacular spectacle. In this bustling atmosphere, everyone anticipated the final result, hoping for a miracle.

The atmosphere at the stone-cutting site was tense yet filled with excitement. Sunlight filtered through the treetops, dappling the stone, as if crowning the miracle about to be revealed. Ji Lao stood in the center of the site, his gaze firm and focused, the stone in his hands seemingly carrying the dreams and hopes of countless people. He knew full well that this stone was more than just a piece of stone; it represented a belief, a pursuit and yearning for beautiful things.

Mr. Ji stood at the stone-cutting table in the square, his gaze fixed on the silent machine before him. His hand gently caressed the rough stone, as if engaging in a silent conversation with it. This stone, once a discarded scrap, had a skin so thin it was almost transparent, yet it concealed a hidden secret. Mr. Ji chose not to cut quickly, but to patiently polish it. He knew this was a battle against time and a meticulous pursuit of detail. He believed that only through patient and meticulous work could the stone reveal its true value.

He picked up a soft cloth, dampened it with clean water, and began to rub the surface of the stone, bit by bit. With each gentle wipe, the outer layer of the stone gradually peeled away, revealing the deep, inky black color within. Time seemed to freeze in this moment. Ji Lao's movements were slow and determined, his concentration completely focused, as if the world was just him and the stone. He knew that every wipe could affect the final result, so he was very careful, not daring to slack off.