I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 397 - 338: God of Wealth Boy (Part 2)

Taking advantage of the old man’s good spirits, the elder and the youth had an inexplicable rapport.

"If you know a safe way, let Ah Jian take you around the house. Anything you fancy, take it with you."

With the old man’s permission, Jiang Mingyue went to look at the set of furniture in the main hall.

"This is nice, Ming and Qing Dynasty furniture, Hainan Huanghuali wood, exquisite carving, possibly crafted by a master carver, and well-preserved."

"Then it’s yours."

Jiang Mingyue: "..."

"You should go check my bed; that’s also from Ming and Qing dynasties." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

In the old man’s room earlier, Jiang Mingyue had already checked, and there were no antiques; it seemed the furniture had been replaced.

Generally, in these courtyards, as long as the owner hasn’t changed, the furniture would be passed down from ancestors.

Any random set could ensure wealth and prosperity for generations to come.

However, upon seeing the bed, Jiang Mingyue shook her head but immediately focused on the nightstand.

"You’ve changed this bed, and it looks like it’s only two or three years old, but the nightstand is made of Sandalwood." The bed was actually replaced with ordinary wood, painted to match the nightstand’s color. Without careful inspection, anyone could be deceived.

Luo Bojian’s face looked somewhat unpleasant as he recalled three years ago. His grandmother was critically ill, and he begged that person to come back for a last look, but she refused outright, no matter how he pleaded. And after he mournfully completed the funeral, she returned, and he and his grandfather were immersed in grief, not noticing her actions. Looking back, it was at that time she used the excuse to call someone to move things out of her room to stealthily take some items.

Every family has its difficulties; although Luo Bojian didn’t say anything, Jiang Mingyue had already obtained firsthand news from Brother Xie.

It’s said that mothers are the greatest, and there isn’t a mother who doesn’t love her child.

But there are exceptions, and Mr. Luo is one of them—his father didn’t care and his mother didn’t love him.

It turned out his stepfather still seemed human, sometimes offering care, possibly thinking his wife was too much for everyone to endure.

Apart from the two nightstands, Jiang Mingyue also found a chair in the side hall, a Ming-style official hat armchair made of rosewood, valued upwards of a million in future generations.

There was also a Huanghuali wood wardrobe, but after careful evaluation, it was identified not to be from Hainan but Vietnamese Huanghuali wood. Its sapwood was light yellow, also Huanghuali wood, but the price difference was enormous; Hainan Huanghuali wood is the best in the world. Ultimately, Jiang Mingyue did not take the Vietnamese one.

Besides these, Mr. Luo’s family had a portrait of Leader Zhou hanging. The material was top-notch, the artwork exceptional, and the framing was superb—clearly an extraordinary piece.

"Don’t get any ideas; this is not for transfer." What a joke, this is the family’s treasure; selling myself wouldn’t prompt me to sell it.

"I wouldn’t dare suggest otherwise! This treasure of the house indeed deserves its reputation."

This batch of furniture was moved to the house overnight. Jiang Mingyue gave Luo Bojian five hundred yuan and also a bottle of medicine, which she had taken from a space pharmacy, specifically to treat the old man’s illness.

"This medicine is for you too. If you trust me, it can be given to the old man. I’ve written the instructions for use on it."

Luo Bojian was quite surprised. Though he trusted Jiang Mingyue, he dared not be careless about matters concerning his grandfather’s life. He still took the medicine to an old doctor for inspection, and upon review, the doctor was astonished, calling it an Immortal Pill, and asked where this medicine came from. Luo Bojian sought Jiang Mingyue’s opinion, but Jiang Mingyue could only provide the ingredient list without knowing the proportions. Nevertheless, the old doctor was delighted and began to study it carefully.

Half a month later, the old man was completely cured and would often come to No. 42 to teach Xiao Ran.

During this period, Jiang Mingyue, along with An Jian’s group, solved two big cases, one of which was related to an acquaintance, the son of the Little Stone Commune chairman, Lin Haiyang, whom Jiang Zhenghui accepted five hundred yuan from and then attempted to sell his daughter.

Fortunately, Jiang Beishan did not consent back then, and thankfully Wei Houping refunded the five hundred yuan. Lin Haiyang and his father were no good.

Chairman Lin favored a subordinate, threatening and coercing her in private. The young woman suffered greatly, and she had a fiancé. But Lin, regardless of her future happiness, pushed her to the edge. After discovering she was pregnant, she ultimately couldn’t bear it and drowned in the lake, losing her life at a young age. Her family and fiancé suspected foul play, but with Lin overseeing everything, the case was merely classified as accidental drowning, absolving anyone of blame. Such is fate!