Tomb raiding: Intercepting Yin Xinyue and building a family of immortals

Compared to Yin Xinyue and Yi Xiao, she is still somewhat inferior.

Besides, Xiaoyue's abilities are no match for Yin Xinyue's.

Although it was normal to have multiple wives and concubines during the Republic of China era, Su Chen still believed in preferring to have none rather than accept inferior ones.

Being beautiful is an advantage, but Su Chen wouldn't want a vase to sit in her home.

"You know what's going on!"

With no one around, Yin Xinyue sat directly on Su Chen's lap. "Yesterday's profits were pretty good; we sold about six thousand silver dollars worth of treasures."

"Many people bought this out of support, so I estimate today's business won't be as good as yesterday's."

Upon hearing this, Su Chen was not too surprised.

There's a saying in the antique business: "If you don't make a sale for three years, you can live off it for three years once you do."

In reality, it's not that exaggerated, but you can make a lot of money just by selling one antique.

If an antique shop can sell three to five decent antiques a month, not to mention its prized possessions, but just large, old antiques, then the business won't be bad, and it can earn at least a few thousand dollars.

If you're lucky, you might find a collector you like and earn tens of thousands of dollars.

“No rush. Better to have fewer but better quality items. For now, we should focus on building good relationships and making more connections.” Su Chen nodded. “Next year, we will also organize an auction and sincerely invite wealthy businessmen from all over the world to participate.”

Auctions still make more money.

If a collectible item is sought after by multiple collectors, it may be auctioned off at a premium.

An auction would better demonstrate the Su family's strength.

"Let's do it your way!"

Yin Xinyue nodded.

……

"Tap Tap!"

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door.

A dark-skinned man dressed in tattered hemp clothes peeked out of the antique shop.

He seemed somewhat restrained, not like someone who came to buy antiques, but more like someone trying to get rid of some shady funerary object.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Su Chen got up to greet him.

"No...it's okay!"

The old farmer hurriedly shook his head.

He was so nervous that he took a few steps back.

"Come in and have some tea!"

Business that comes knocking on your door, why not take it?

Su Chen welcomed him in and then instructed Xiao Yue to make tea.

After the old man sat down, Su Chen didn't rush to speak, but instead chatted with the old farmer casually.

This old farmer looks honest, but he doesn't tell the truth at all and tries every means to cover himself up.

With lunchtime fast approaching, and seeing that the other party still refused to tell the truth, Su Chen had no choice but to ask them to leave.

"Sir, it's getting late, you see..."

Su Chen said tactfully.

"No...it's okay, I brought some dry food."

The old farmer took out a black cornbread from his pocket and took a big bite.

This cornbread must have been left out for too long, because it was extremely dry and hard. Su Chen was worried that it would damage his teeth.

"Xiaoyue, make another cup of tea for the old man."

Su Chen gave a word of advice.

Then, Su Chen went to the backyard.

The food is ready.

Su Chen sat in the chair, looking at the sumptuous meal in front of him, and ultimately felt a little reluctant to do so.

"Xinyue, pick up some vegetables and a bowl of rice, and take it to the old man in front," Su Chen said. "Never mind, let him come in and eat."

A moment later, the old farmer walked into the private room with a stiff expression.

Seeing the room so luxuriously furnished, with its clean and tidy tables and chairs, the old farmer was afraid of getting it dirty.

He held a bowl and simply stood to the side.

"It's alright, no need to be so polite, please sit down."

Su Chen pointed to the chair next to him and said.

"Boss Su, I'm dirty, don't get your chair dirty. I'll eat standing up." The old farmer chuckled twice.

Su Chen had no choice but to pick up a small plate of food for him and place it next to him.

The old farmer squatted on the ground, picking up vegetables and eating rice.

He had never eaten such delicious food since birth, and he could count the number of times he had eaten meat in his memory.

These days, just surviving is difficult enough; having a big meal of meat and fish is something we can only dream about.

The old farmer wolfed down his food and finished it quickly.

Su Chen added another bowl for him.

Within minutes, the second bowl was finished.

It wasn't until he finished the third bowl that the old farmer patted his bloated belly, finally feeling full.

He let out a happy burp.

Seeing that he had eaten almost all the food on the table, the old farmer smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Su, I'm sorry, I'm a little hungry."

"It's alright, this little bit of food won't bankrupt me."

Su Chen smiled.

"Mr. Su, I won't eat your food for nothing!" The old farmer seemed to have made up his mind and took something out of his pocket.

It was a string of beads.

Court beads?

Su Chen took the bead and examined it carefully for a moment.

Subsequently, Su Chen discovered something amiss.

This is not a complete set of court beads; the string inside appears to be broken, and the beads are scattered all over the ground.

Then they were strung together with a new rope.

"This was passed down from my ancestors," the old farmer explained. "I found it a while ago, and the rope on top had broken, so I strung it back together!"

"Pity!"

Su Chen shook his head. This thing is better kept as it is. No new rope can compare to the rope that used to string the bamboo together.

"This court bead isn't very old, and it's damaged, so I can give you fifty silver dollars to buy it!"

Su Chen said slowly.

If it's undamaged, it could easily fetch 150 silver dollars.

A second-rank official's court beads are worth this price.

"This one……"

The old farmer hesitated.

"Perhaps you think the price is too low? Well, sir, you can go ask at other stores. You definitely won't find this price anywhere else!"

Su Chen said.

If other shops offer this string of court beads for thirty or forty silver dollars, that's considered a fair price. Some unscrupulous shops might only offer one or two dozen silver dollars at most.

"No, no, this price is beyond my expectations, isn't it..."

The old farmer hesitated again.

Su Chen became suspicious, stared intently at the prayer beads, and smelled them.

The court beads seemed to have been soaked in some special medicine. Although some of the smell was removed, Su Chen could still smell a faint stench of corpses in them.

This court bead was definitely not obtained through legitimate means.

Su Chen's face darkened. "Uncle, I'm afraid I can't give you fifty silver dollars. This court bead is worth at most twenty-five. Fine, I'll take the loss and give you thirty silver dollars!"

This court necklace is a funerary object, and it is different from a genuine family heirloom court necklace.

Su Chen naturally couldn't offer such a high price.

"This...this...Boss Su, didn't you say it was fifty silver dollars? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

The old farmer grew anxious.

"Tell me the truth first, otherwise I might lower the price even further, and I guarantee that no one in the entire Changsha City will buy your item!"

Su Chen wasn't easily fooled.

This old farmer is a liar. If he doesn't tell the truth, Su Chen can make sure he doesn't leave Changsha City.