Chapter 009: Treasure

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Ding Lizui stubbornly said: "These things are not valued by the country; what they want are cultural relics! Moreover, if the country accepts them, they will also pay for them!"

As soon as that little Luo left, Ding Li called out: "Lame Dad, this matter is quite troublesome"

What are you doing running around instead of going to school, you reckless child? Don't you fear being abducted while hanging out with these disreputable individuals?

Then Wan Quezi sighed and said: "It's very troublesome, quite strange. You, just don't add to the chaos. By the way, be more careful when you go out in the future, it's best not to go towards the Wangjiang Tower area, do you understand?"

Ding Li has no other faults, except for his excessive curiosity; as soon as he hears about a treasure, his ears perk up: "What treasure?"

Ding Li was even more indignant: "With this junk, you still dare to call it a treasure? Even the scrap collectors don't want it! Look at this string of copper coins, how much can it possibly be worth? What about the rest? It's all just garbage!"

Ding Li exclaimed: "What kind of junk is this called antiques? These holey coins are collected at a dime each; how many do you want, I'll give you as many as you need! And this book is so tattered that it's not even fit for wiping one's behind... Hey, why are you hitting someone again?"

Wan Quezi's tone softened considerably: "You blind fool, I will eventually be driven to my grave by you! Damn it, antiques in prosperous times and gold in chaotic times. In a few decades, I tell you, when you reach my age, these things will surely be worth more than gold!"

Wan Quezi regretted it, feeling that he should not have told the kid so early: "You better not go around saying this outside, I tell you. This thing of mine has been confiscated by the state, just wait and see how I deal with you!"

He has enough money on him to cover several meals

This is akin to pointing at a monk and cursing a bald donkey. At that moment, Xiao Luo's face was completely flushed; after all, he is a people's police officer. When did he become a disorganized human trafficker?

Upon returning home, those police officers had already left. Ding Li's mother immediately scolded him harshly, but Ding Li was not afraid of his mother at all; he made a face and ran out to play.

The old cripple laughed and scolded, "You little brat, do you think I would deceive you? Come, let me show you the sights of the West..."

At this moment, Ding Li watched television more frequently, and just by looking at this ghostly figure, one could tell it was a person from the Qing Dynasty. It seems he was still a poor scholar!

Ding Li's eyes turned as he said: "Is it related to Wangjiang Tower? Hasn't Wangjiang Tower been demolished?"

He spoke as he carefully pulled out a large wooden box from beneath the bed, which appeared quite old, at least twenty to thirty years old

In this era, for children, ten yuan is a significant amount. Even for adults, ten yuan is not considered too small. The largest denomination of the third generation of the Renminbi is also ten yuan.

Little Luo awkwardly wanted to speak, but was silenced by Wan Qiaozi's roundabout criticism, leaving him unable to utter a word. His face turned bright red, and even Ding Li felt concerned for him, fearing he might suffer a cerebral hemorrhage.

Ding Li did not believe it: "Is a pile of broken bricks really that remarkable?"

After all, being young, when pressed by Wan Quezi, he turned around and left without saying a word, disregarding Ding Li completely

Wan Quezi secured the items and reiterated his instructions. This time, Ding Li promptly agreed, and Wan Quezi gave him ten yuan again

"You don't know anything!" Wan Quezi cursed in frustration, saying, "Let me tell you, don't meddle. I am counting on you to see me through to the end. You little brat, don't smirk. You won't suffer any loss; you work for me, and I have treasures here that will all be yours in the future!"

Wan Quezi was aware that Ding Li had come with a police officer, yet he did not offer any pleasant demeanor, being quite unpleasant.

At this time, arcade games began to gain immense popularity, and Ding Li was no exception; he was also a frequent visitor to the game halls. However, the owners of several game halls in the small county did not like him playing there, as Ding Li was simply too skilled. With just one game token, he could play for an entire afternoon, which left those owners wondering how they could make any profit.

Ding Li pouted and said: "The knife coins that were excavated last time are truly antiques; the state compensated five hundred thousand for them. Your junk is also considered cultural relics."

Old Wan sighed and said: "You, the unfortunate child, are indeed clever; it is precisely because the Wangjiang Tower has been demolished that there are so many strange occurrences!"

The crippled man became furious and shouted: "Profligate sons, all of them are nothing but profligate sons! These are all valuable heirlooms passed down from our ancestors, all antiques. Do you understand what antiques are?"

Ding Li is not too concerned; although this guy is young, he is already quite seasoned. Of course, spending all day with Wan Quezi to swindle people, how could he be a simple and honest child

When Wan Quezi opened the box, Ding Li was immediately filled with disappointment and began to sigh heavily

Ding Li observed Wan Quezi's tense demeanor and was also influenced, beginning to believe that there was indeed a treasure contained within.

Ding Li made a trip and gained quite a lot, feeling proud as he returned home with books in hand. This time, he did not walk back; instead, he called for a tricycle and returned home gracefully for just 0.5 yuan

At this time, in order to encourage players to play more, each arcade has its own rules. Once a level is cleared, players can continue playing without paying. Ding Li can clear a level with just one game coin, and then play through it again, still clearing the level as before

Ding Lihuan shouted and ran to summon the Five Ghosts, still using that chaotic and erroneous incantation, and successfully summoned one of the Five Ghosts to possess him. Upon opening the ghostly eyes, he saw that it was indeed the large braid resembling that of a tuberculosis ghost.

Inside, there is a large string of copper coins strung together with iron wire, a yellowed, moldy old book, and several tattered iron scraps

Thus, Ding Li has been blacklisted by these bosses and categorized as an unwelcome figure. However, at this time in business, even in the entertainment industry, the bosses are quite straightforward and would not directly expel anyone.

"Back when I was a child." Wan Quezi looked at Ding Li's disdainful expression and became angry, slapping the back of Ding Li's head: "You have eyes but cannot recognize gold inlaid with jade, and you don't even know a treasure when you see one!"

Wangjiang Tower, as seen by Ding Li, is merely a large pile of crumbling bricks by the riverbank. It is hard to discern any resemblance to a tower; it is simply a platform made of half-buried old bricks, overgrown with weeds, and appears desolate.

Ding Li looked a bit impatient at the beggar and simply said: "Lame old man, don't think you can deceive me. In any case, I will definitely see you through to the end, and it won't cost much, right?"

Ding Li is about to leave, but Wan Quezi still feels uneasy. Firstly, he is afraid that the child might talk carelessly and let the matter slip out. Secondly, he is worried that Ding Li might encounter danger, so he says to Ding Li: "You little rascal, go to the east room and invite a Wugui to possess you, to stay by your side. You are too mischievous, and I am always worried about you"

However, he looked at the beggar with great seriousness; although he said this, he was determined in his heart not to speak of it. Deep down, he also began to harbor doubts, wondering if these rags were truly artifacts

There was also a large iron lock hanging on the box. Upon opening it, beneath some messy items, there was a small box.

It is not that these owners are stingy, but rather that the business of gaming machines is thriving beyond measure, with crowds every day. Each gaming machine has two people playing, and there is often a group waiting behind them, creating a clear situation of supply not meeting demand. With Ding Li monopolizing a gaming machine for several hours, which owner could possibly tolerate that