"Sometimes I really doubt you’re a Taurus, such a miser..." Qhianqhian was speechless for a moment; would she ask Qin Nuan for money for her private affairs?

"Hmph, I’m a stingy person." Qin Nuan wasn’t ashamed but rather proud.

"No, you’re a magnetic stingy person." Qhianqhian curled her lips, "Not only do you refuse to give a penny, but you also manage to pull some back."

She looked towards the kitchen.

Because of Qin Nuan and Yanran’s description, she suddenly knew what that big bowl was now doing... Definitely holding noodles.

"Oh, don’t mind it too much. I’m just making use of waste. Hurry and go back, Tang Tianyi, follow Qhianqhian, don’t let her join in nonsense with others." Qin Nuan’s face looked somewhat sheepish but quickly shifted the topic, looking seriously at Tang Tianyi.

Tang Tianyi nodded, making no comment.

"Make sure to use detergent and clean it thoroughly," Before Qhianqhian could finish, Qin Nuan pushed her out the door with clothes and a wallet, and Tang Tianyi naturally followed out. "Let’s go."

Qhianqhian nodded, her face full of helplessness.

Every month there is a trade fair outside the Antique Market, held in a Close Courtyard, which has become a fixed venue.

Free auction, the highest bidder wins.

It’s a small-scale auction, but unlike auctions, there’s no guarantee of authenticity; compared to street markets, there are still a few more genuine items.

It’s still non-returnable and non-exchangeable; buyers and sellers have to acknowledge authenticity, paying cash up front.

And even though there’s competitive bidding, the prices are higher compared to the stores.

The trade fair is divided into two parts. The first part is in the courtyard, with a few tables where people can inquire freely, buying if suitable.

The second part is indoors, where each item has its owner responsible for introduction, allowing for free bidding.

Qhianqhian and Tang Tianyi first got tickets at a corner of Antique Street, then followed the ticket’s guide to find the Close Courtyard.

The owner of this Close Courtyard is quite prestigious, a seasoned collector with military recognition, ensuring no one dares to cause trouble here, providing safety to the transactions.

The key point is that this elder doesn’t charge any fee, only asking for good collections for him to view first.

Regardless of authenticity, he’s willing to look, but doesn’t buy.

This makes many collectors understand he is ’willing but incapable’.

Yet Qhianqhian doesn’t think so; a person who can maintain such an elegant and well-preserved courtyard doesn’t lack money, clearly.

This information came from asking an elder.

The elder also looked like a seasoned collector, wearing thick glasses and seeming knowledgeable, but often shook his head at certain collections.

The elder said he returns each time to check, taking items he favors, but typically hasn’t found any.

This time, seeing a visibly young girl among the elders sparked his interest, leading him to converse.

After talking, he found this young girl different from spoiled young ladies, not only having her opinions but also with keen insight.

She listened happily to various antiques, and the elders spoke even more joyfully.

To find a soulmate is rare, especially in such an old-young pair.

The more he said, the brighter the elder’s eyes became; Qhianqhian hardly seemed like a child, having unique insights warranting greater regard.

"Qhianqhian, what do you think about this?" Pointing at the courtyard’s most authentic piece, the elder showed excitement.

Qhianqhian examined it in detail for a while, then smiled, "Grandpa Deng, aren’t you clear?"

"You little devil." Grandpa Deng showed some helplessness at Qhianqhian’s teasing look, amused because none of his descendants dared speak to him like this.

"But I’d like to see who owns this vase. If not for this, there must be this." Qhianqhian pointed at the seal at the base, giving a thumbs up with a beaming smile.

"Hahaha, Xiao Huang, the young girl praised you. Why act all deep there closing your eyes?" Grandpa Deng cheerfully laughed, looking at the young man behind the stall.

The young man opened his eyes, looking helpless, "Grandpa Deng, whenever you call me, there’s no good news. I’m setting the price at three hundred, really can’t go lower."

"Did you make this?" Qhianqhian looked surprised at the young man not much older than Yanran, astonished.

The young man blushed slightly looking at Qhianqhian and nodded.

He had heard Qhianqhian earlier, prompting him to give Grandpa Deng a reasonable price, although knowing Grandpa Deng wouldn’t purchase.

"Then why did you deliberately make a slip?" Qhianqhian curiously asked the young man, "No issues with color, glaze, or design. I can’t believe you don’t know the correct script for this seal."

The young man smiled pursing his lips, "Little sister knows a lot."

"Another issue." Tang Tianyi, behind Qhianqhian, spoke, touching the vase’s body, "Thickness variation."

Qhianqhian turned back, surprised at Tang Tianyi, having thought he went out since he seemed bored earlier, but he stayed silently behind.

"I wondered why this youngster kept following us; turns out Qhianqhian knows him," Grandpa Deng laughed.

Tang Tianyi bowed slightly to Grandpa Deng without speaking.

"Hehe, does Grandpa Deng want to buy one home to arrange flowers? This pattern’s prettier than glass." Qhianqhian remained composed with Tang Tianyi behind her, filled with trust.

"No, no, I’m not like you youngsters, too poor..." Grandpa Deng shook his head repeatedly.

"Want to go inside and look?" Grandpa Deng offered to Qhianqhian.

Qhianqhian nodded calmly, without a trace of doubt.

She believes if anything’s wrong, they could escape even if forced to buy.

Once inside, Qhianqhian felt disappointed; only three weak points of Spiritual Energy, thinner even than the noodle-filled big bowl.

Combined, it’s still less than the bowl.

"Grandpa Deng."

"Grandpa Deng."

...

Unexpectedly, once inside, those people all greeted the elder beside Qhianqhian, and she was momentarily confused, turning to the elder, "Grandpa Deng, you’re so famous? Because you’re stingy?"

Somehow, Qhianqhian’s intuition told her the elder liked her way of communication.

Grandpa Deng’s face stiffened, then laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, my stinginess is widely known."

Tang Tianyi was filled with helplessness; he knew Qhianqhian should understand his bowing gesture to Grandpa Deng earlier.