Volume 1: The Stormy Weather of Orchid City 007 - Discovering Antiques

  Finally, Mo Zihan's mother agreed to let her go to school tomorrow after confirming that she was physically fine.

  It's mid-September now, and it has been less than two weeks since Mo Ziheng started his second year of junior high school.

  School? After Wang Fengying left, Mo Zihan's lips subconsciously curled up into a playful smile, as if it was a fresh and anticipated place for her.

  After having breakfast, Wang Fengying went out to work. Before leaving, she reminded Mo Zihuan that if a waste collector came in, remember to sell all the broken things on the balcony.

  Mo Zihan asked a question, and Wang Fengying only said, "They are all some jars and cans, which have been piled up since I got married and no one has taken care of them. They haven't had time to deal with them yet."

  Mo Zi casually responded with a "yes".

  Later, Mo Junbao was also called out by his good friend, leaving only Mo Zihan alone at home.

  Mo Zihan got up from bed and walked out of the room after sleeping for a while.

  The house is very small and not spacious at all because it's a bungalow. There are only two rooms on either side of the wall, with a narrow corridor in between. At one end of the corridor there are potted plants and vases, and at the other end is the kitchen and a small balcony. The bathroom is in the yard.

  Mo Zihan arrived at the end of the corridor, pushed open a screen door in the kitchen and walked onto the balcony.

  The balcony wasn't used for drying clothes, the clothes were all dried in the courtyard. This place was just piled up with some miscellaneous items, including broken tables and chairs, and several old flower vases full of dust.

  It wasn't until she saw the green vase piled up in the corner of the wall that Mo Ziheng's eyes narrowed.

  That vase looks very impressive at first glance.

  Mo Zihan furrowed his brow at this thought, and didn't know why he had opened the door, it seemed to be a subconscious idea.

  The glaze color is very good. Suddenly, another phrase popped up in his mind.

  She walked forward, gently picked up the dusty vase and examined it, subconsciously touching the bottom of the vase.

  The base is frosted and unglazed, with a slightly rough texture. When I lift the vase to examine the base, the body is also correct.

  Then, Mo Zihan slightly raised an eyebrow, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

  All her actions seemed to be controlled by her subconscious mind, and then she was convinced that it was an antique.

  It seems that the parents didn't know the value of this vase and even wanted to sell it to a junk collector?

  Thinking of this, Mo Ziheng picked up the bottle and walked out of the balcony.

  Out of the balcony, Mo Zihan didn't wipe off the dust on the bottle either, but took it into the room. Then she walked to the yard and locked the gate, went into a simple shed and took a cool shower, changed her clothes. Actually, she didn't have many clothes to change into, except for two sets of sportswear, there was only one school uniform left, which was also a sports version.

  The sun had risen to its peak, and Mo Zihan took out the bottle and went out.

  After asking around, Mo Zihan finally found the antique market in Lan City. The antique industry in Lan City was not well-developed, and there were only a few figures on the antique street.

  She walked into an antique shop with a sign that read "Zhengde" carrying a bottle. The only thing in the shop was a large counter, behind which an old man sat fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

  When Mo Zihan came in, the old man took a glance at her school uniform and continued to enjoy the cool breeze with his eyes half-closed. On the shelves behind him were some ceramic toys, while on the large counter in front of him were some small items with marked prices.

  "Boss." Mo Zihan's voice was a little hoarse and low, but it carried a hint of gentleness.

  The old man raised his head with a look of disdain, only to see Mo Ziheng place a blue-glazed vase with an open mouth on the table. In just one glance, the old man's eyes lit up.

  Seemingly disregarding the dusty object, the old man pulled out a small magnifying glass from his front pocket and began to examine it closely. "Hmmm! The glaze on the foot is intact, it's a complete piece. Little girl, do you want to appraise this or sell it? Appraisal requires payment."

  " Sell." Mo Zihan replied briefly, as if he felt that saying one more word was a waste.

  The old man didn't smile, but instead scrutinized the bottle with a serious expression, "It's not bad, but it's not worth much. I can give you at most 500 yuan, how about that?"

  The old man asked tentatively and added a sentence, "Five hundred is not a small amount, the most you can get from others is three hundred."

  Mo Zihan twitched the corner of his lips, seemingly pleased for a moment, and that old man furrowed his brow.

  "This vase has a very good glaze, no cracks, and is a late Qing dynasty folk kiln. Although it's not worth much money, it shouldn't be just three to five hundred yuan." She spoke in a flat tone, her lips seeming to curve into a hint of a playful smile.

  The old man suddenly widened his eyes. This little girl looked like she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, maybe even younger, and yet she had such ability?

  They say a connoisseur can tell at a glance. The old man swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to bluff, so he raised his head and said, "Little girl, give me a price and let me hear it."

  Mo Zihan actually didn't know how much the bottle was worth, but she unexpectedly understood this knowledge and knew that the old man must have underreported the price at first.

  Mo Zihan's face was calm and composed, with a playful smile at the corner of her lips, making people feel that she had everything under control. Even the old man couldn't help but subconsciously think that he couldn't fool her.

  "Boss, I trust you, give me another quote." Mo Zihan spoke up in a hoarse voice.

  The old man licked his lips, then carefully examined the bottle again, especially checking the bottom. After a while, he said, "Three thousand yuan, really can't be more. You little girl are either an expert or someone who knows what they're doing asked you to sell it on their behalf?"

  After saying that, the old man seemed to see through Mo Ziheng, holding a fan and laughing.

  Mo Zihan did not object, with just one glance, she felt that this old man was not exaggerating.

  Three thousand, it seems like a lot.

  So Mo Zihan nodded. The old man didn't hesitate either, one hand handing over the money and the other handing over the goods, settling the deal on the spot.

  As Mo Zihan was about to leave, the old man called out to her, "Little girl, if you have any items in the future, just send them over to me. You won't lose out!"

  Mo Zihan smiled and nodded in agreement, then walked away with big strides. The old man held the bottle and kept admiring it, very satisfied.

  With the 3,000 yuan in her pocket, Mo Zihan couldn't help but smile with relief.

  Returning home, I saw a figure wandering in front of my own door.

  When he saw Mo Zihan turn around, he immediately ran up and said, "Zihan! Where have you been? Didn't you ask for leave to rest at home because of illness?"

  "Who are you?" Mo Zihan looked at the unfamiliar girl in front of her. She was wearing a white top, light blue skirt, long socks and a pair of flat shoes. Dressed in a lively youth, with a ponytail hanging behind her head.

  Her appearance was also very beautiful, with a fair and delicate complexion, a pair of slender fox-like eyes. Her expression was somewhat tense, and slightly puzzled.