Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 94 This is Meeting a Master_1

Chapter 94: Chapter 94 This is Meeting a Master_1

But that wasn’t right either; there had been a porcelain scam.

The elderly man, upon seeing the broken blue-and-white porcelain, went dark before his eyes and fainted.

The other two, who had followed, one prepared to lock the door, the other ready to move forward.

This scene left the other two people also frozen in place.

Asheng’s face turned white with fright, and he held tight to his sister’s hand.

Broken goods were not a problem; they could still afford the compensation of one yuan.

But it wouldn’t be easy to compensate if the old gentleman was injured.

Almost at the same time, someone shouted, "Don’t move, I am a doctor."

By that time, Song Yunuan had already knelt on the ground to check Old Man Ji’s pulse.

It was still beating, just a bit fast.

As long as he was alive, that was good.

But it nearly scared her to death.

Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be the case.

She carefully recalled the event; even if she had used some force, it surely didn’t hit Old Man Ji’s knee.

There was a few centimeters’ distance between them.

At most, it brushed past him.

The other two old men, seeing the fragments, picked them up with gloomy faces one by one.

Song Yunuan wanted to help but was glared at; she stood aside quickly while Asheng began rummaging through his small shoulder bag, taking out one yuan and handing it to one of the old men with presbyopic glasses, "Grandpa, I saw it just now. My sister’s bag didn’t touch the old man, he fell on his own, but we will pay the compensation. Please don’t be sad, okay?"

One of the old men started to cry.

They saw the one yuan in Asheng’s hand and the little girl standing there dazed.

They could only sigh helplessly.

Afterward, they waved their hands, signaling Asheng to put the money away quickly.

One yuan, you think we’re here buying a rice bowl?

The unconscious old man soon woke up.

He was then helped into the office they had come from before.

Song Yunuan and Song Mingsheng also went inside.

The old man who had fainted sighed and his eyes turned red as he patted his right leg, "I was careless; it was my negligence."

Then he looked at Song Yunuan. "Don’t be afraid, it has nothing to do with you. It just so happened that your bag merely grazed me, but at that moment my leg acted up and I couldn’t support myself and fell."

He even turned to Song Mingsheng, praising him, "The young lad is pretty clever, observant and calm in a crisis. A good kid."

Song Yunuan breathed a sigh of relief, but just then, a small vision triggered.

An unkempt old man with white hair was digging clay from a pond to make porcelain vases; then, near the bottom of the vase, he etched two characters.

Ha ha!!!

Those were the characters.

The background of the unkempt old man was somewhere in the south; she even saw a calendar marked with the year 1979.

This matched what her brother had said.

The unkempt old man was a master forger.

Song Yunuan glanced at the fragmented pieces treasured on the table and asked, "Is this very expensive?"

The old man with presbyopic glasses said, "Young lady, since it’s not your fault, you should take your brother and leave."

After thinking for a moment, Song Yunuan feigned confusion and said, "I think I saw the characters ’ha ha’ on one of the fragments, in simplified script, so it shouldn’t be expensive. Why do you all look so somber as if it’s very precious?"

All three old men were stunned at once.

One of them changed color and immediately said, "Old Erha?"

He was a master at forging who liked to fake things, yet occasionally he would obscurely add a pair of ’ha ha’ to play a joke on people.

He did whatever he pleased and no one knew his real name or where he lived.

But one had to admit, although he liked making fakes, he was a true master.

In the past, there had been attempts to recruit him for making export artifacts for the country, but unfortunately, he had never been found.

So, they were no longer cautious, and besides, broken like this, even if it were real, it couldn’t be restored.

Song Yunuan also leaned in to take a closer look, and the three old men immediately said, "Young lady, your eyesight is good, please help us look."

With the help of that previous scene, Song Yunuan specifically focused on the fragments near the bottom and, indeed, she found it.

It was slightly raised, but the obvious characters were "haha".

But if you weren’t paying attention, even with keen eyesight, you wouldn’t notice it.

Then Song Yunuan learned that the old man with the presbyopic glasses was Director Whang from the bookstore, the comatose old man was Old Mr. Lin, retired from the provincial museum, and the other, surnamed Hu, was Old Mr. Lin’s old partner.

He used to work in a steel mill but had now stepped back from the front lines.

Old Mr. Lin and Old Mr. Hu were going to settle accounts with someone.

They thanked Song Yunuan earnestly and then asked Director Whang to lend them 300 yuan, thirty ten-yuan notes, which he handed over to Song Yunuan, saying seriously, "This is a reward for you and your brother. I spent ten thousand yuan on this. If it weren’t for you, all my savings would have been lost in vain."

Song Mingsheng understood that Grandpa Lin’s entire savings were ten thousand yuan, not one yuan.

His sister was just teasing him.

Unable to refuse, Song Yunuan happily accepted.

She and her brother had saved Grandpa Lin from losing a fortune, a little reward was okay.

Before Song Yunuan could advise them, the three old men united in instructing her to go about her usual business after leaving, and not to talk to anyone about today’s events.

Song Yunuan casually took two sets of classics and three children’s storybooks given to her by Director Whang from the office.

Seeing the children’s storybooks, Song Yunuan had a sudden inspiration, right, she could write fairy tales.

As long as she didn’t write nonsense, the market was huge.

So, she immediately turned back to ask Director Whang if she could submit stories for children, and received an affirmative answer. Director Whang even wrote down two addresses for her, one for the Children’s Literature Publishing House and one for the Baihua Publishing House.

After the three old men left the bookstore, Song Yunuan and her brother strolled out, bags in tow.

Right, Old Man Ji had said that she had contributed greatly to the discovery of the ancient tomb in Ginkgo Village.

But this time, it was Gu Huai’an who suggested not to involve her publicly.

He said she was too young to handle such a big matter.

Just like last time, it was preferable to give her a bonus in secret.

Old Mr. Ji had said, with Gu Huai’an stepping forward, unrelated people wouldn’t learn the insider’s details.

Song Yunuan was indifferent.

The bonus would probably be more than 300 yuan.

It seemed she could also become wealthy and prosperous just from bonuses.

The siblings were very happy.

Song Yunuan kept the money in three books separately and chose to take the public bus, putting the books and other purchased items in the hostel.

She kept the money in her shoulder bag and then boarded the bus with her brother.

They were planning to go to the department store.

The products in the provincial city were much better than those in the county town.

The public bus was crowded, and so were pickpockets. Asheng managed to find a seat, while Song Yunuan had to stand. That’s when the pickpocket got close.

In the crowd, a hand reached out, but the next moment, a piercing scream rang out on the bus.

Just as they arrived at the next stop.

The driver looked back and recognized the habitual offender, who never learned his lesson. But today, he seemed off, his hands weirdly bent downward.

It was a sight that shocked everyone onlookers.

The pickpocket cast a panicked look at the crowd.

It had happened too fast, faster even than the speed he’d trained for since he was young.

In almost the blink of an eye, both his wrists were broken.

This was the work of a master!