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

In the open space of the black market, there were crowds of people standing in front of each stall. Chen Yiran's eyes were deeply attracted by one of the stalls. She naturally stood behind a man who was carefully viewing the stall, and waited patiently for him to finish browsing.

Chen Yiran gazed at the various items on the stall. Many of them still smelled of dirt, and some appeared dull and black. With gentle movements, she examined these treasures one by one.

Chen Yiran had already made plans before the appointment. She decided to choose an exquisite pen holder as a birthday gift for her grandfather and a sturdy paperweight for herself. If conditions allowed, she also wanted to give her parents a little something special.

Chen Yiran's attention was suddenly attracted by a black cylindrical object. It looked like a pen holder, but when she picked it up, she realized that its size was much larger than an ordinary pen holder.

Chen Yiran quietly hid the pen holder under other items, and then continued to carefully flip through the books, looking for items that would attract her attention.

"Ouch!" a scream came from the side. Someone accidentally stepped on something, lost their balance, and stumbled backwards, landing heavily on their buttocks. The excruciating pain that followed made him cry out involuntarily.

The stall owner and the others quickly stood up, worked together to help the fallen man up, and carefully checked his condition. Meanwhile, Chen Yiran's attention was firmly drawn to an object.

Chen Yiran's eyes fell on the long stick that caused the man to fall. While the stall owner and others were still paying attention to the injured person, she reached out and took the stick in front of her.

Under the dim light, Chen Yiran's fingers gently touched the seemingly ordinary stick. Her gaze was instantly drawn to it, as if drawn by some mysterious force. She carefully picked up the stick, as if holding not a simple wooden object but a relic bearing an ancient story. The surface of the stick, in the dim light, appeared mottled and deep, revealing the marks of time.

She examined the stick closely, her gaze focused on a tiny crack revealed by a piece of dirt that had fallen away from the outer layer of the stick. The crack, like a thin, winding line, was cleverly hidden on the side of the stick. It wasn't obvious or abrupt, but it was noticeable enough to attract attention. Chen Yiran frowned slightly, thinking to herself that this crack wasn't accidental; its deliberate form suggested a deliberate act. She couldn't help but think that perhaps, on some unknown night, someone had struck the stick with a sharp blade, splitting it in two.

As her gaze continued downward, Chen Yiran noticed that around the crack, there seemed to be some subtle, almost imperceptible residue of adhesive. These substances, like the mark of time, lay there quietly, silently telling the story of the stick's reassembly. She couldn't help but suspect that some ingenious method had been used to use this adhesive to glue the stick back together.

As she pondered, a delicate fragrance suddenly filled her nostrils. It was the unique aroma of red sandalwood. Fresh yet elegant, this scent seemed to cleanse the soul and make one forget the troubles of the world. Chen Yiran took a deep breath and felt completely refreshed. Every piece of red sandalwood is a treasure bestowed upon humanity by nature. They have witnessed the passing of countless dynasties and the changes of history, and they carry the dreams and aspirations of countless people.

Chen Yiran examined it carefully, tapping the stick lightly. A subtle hollow sound reached her ears, instantly revealing a precious red sandalwood treasure hidden within. Since she had no such treasures of her own, she turned her attention to similarly dusty objects lying around, carefully picking up a piece and skillfully covering the crack on the stick.

Chen Yiran skillfully placed the stick beside the pen holder. After a moment's contemplation, she carefully selected from the dazzling array of objects, ultimately finding a piece of Republic of China porcelain in the style of the Qing Dynasty.

"Boss, please give me a price for this porcelain." Chen Yiran asked the boss politely, holding the porcelain in her hand.

"Well, that's the number." The stall owner held up five fingers towards Chen Yiran, then changed to four, indicating.

"Boss, this doesn't seem very fair of you! How can you sell a replica from the Republic of China at the price of a genuine Qing Dynasty product?" Chen Yiran looked at the high price of 50,000 offered by the stall owner. She knew in her heart that this replica from the Republic of China was far from worth that much. It was obvious that the other party had seen through her youth and unfamiliarity with the market and was trying to take advantage of her.

After Chen Yiran accurately pointed out the age of the goods, the stall owner immediately realized that this young customer was not only well versed in this business, but was also an expert in it.

"Okay, miss, you can take this amount directly." The stall owner said as he made a four gesture with his fingers.

"No, it's this number." Chen Yiran held up two fingers, "Add this to it, and I'll give you the exact number."

After Chen Yiran quoted a price, she pointed to the pen holder and raised the original offer to five.

"No, those two numbers are definitely too low. I think it should be at least this much." The stall owner's eyes fell on Chen Yiran's offer, and his heart twitched, secretly marveling at her excellent bargaining skills. If every customer bargained like this, he would probably struggle to make a living, let alone turn a profit.

"No, this is my highest bid. Besides, this jade buckle is given to me as a gift." Chen Yiran made another gesture and pointed to the exquisite jade buckle in the center of the stall, her tone firm and sincere.

"That's impossible. You're asking for a jade button as a gift at this price. That's too much." The stall owner examined Chen Yiran's offer. Although he felt there was some profit to be made, giving the jade button as a gift was clearly not a wise move. "How about this? I'll give you that stick at your feet as a gift."

Chen Yiran secretly rejoiced in her heart, her goal had been achieved, but on the surface she remained calm and said in feigned surprise, "Boss, are you really planning to use such goods as gifts?"

"It's up to you whether you want to buy or not. If you don't want to buy, don't interfere with my business." The stall owner was a little dissatisfied and angry because of Chen Yiran's repeated bargaining behavior.

"Okay, okay, it's better than nothing. Boss, the payment has been made." Chen Yiran seemed to compromise. She picked up her mobile phone, skillfully scanned the QR code, and completed the payment process.

At the same time, a message flashed on the stall owner's phone screen: "Your 60,000 yuan has arrived."

Chen Yiran put several items into her backpack one by one in an orderly manner.