Chapter 2

One must eat well in the morning, and who knows the hardships behind every grain of rice? If you, Dad, feel hungry, you can take all those eggs; I have no objections, as long as you can eat them.

Of course, Shen Lang is not one to only buy and never sell; otherwise, where would his little treasury come from? However, in this regard, Shen Lang is quite adept. He conducts cash transactions in person, and once an agreement is reached, he immediately makes the deal, never allowing anything to linger in his possession for even a moment, all to reduce the inherent risks involved. After all, he is still a child, and it is inevitable that he might attract the attention of those with ulterior motives. The past two years have been somewhat better, as everyone has become familiar with each other. Coupled with Shen Lang's own low profile and concealment, no one has noticed him.

When he woke up in the morning, Shen Zui went directly to the dining table, appearing very natural, without any sense that something was amiss. This was because he knew his son too well. He was indeed very regular; no matter where he was or how hard he had worked the night before, he would always get up punctually at six o'clock the next morning. Sometimes, he even had to force himself to wake up with an alarm clock, while at that time, he himself was still lying in bed, sleeping soundly.

Shen Lang finished tidying up the table and took the 200 yuan from his father's hand. "This is for buying groceries and some household supplies. As for my pocket money, I have my own investments in that regard. My little savings are sufficient for my indulgences, but that is solely for myself. Thank you for your concern, but there's no need to see me off"

As he was about to leave, Shen Zui took out his wallet and pulled out 200 yuan, asking, "Is this enough? Do you need me to give you some more? Don't be too hard on yourself at home alone. Your father can still manage to find food and drink outside. However, I must say, it seems like you have quite a bit of money."

Shen Zui bit his own teeth and walked out of the house without a care. His son truly showed him no respect at all. Of course, his words were not entirely wrong; this little rascal had picked up some skills from who knows where. On weekends, he loved to wander around the flea market, spending all the pocket money Shen Zui had given him, as well as that from his grandparents. If it weren't for the fact that he later wanted to open a bank account, Shen Zui would have never realized that this little guy could accumulate so many things. However, what he did not expect was that what he saw was merely the tip of the iceberg, and the value reflected was just a drop in the bucket.

Even going so far as to privately discuss with his brother and sister whether Shen Lang might be a robot, to his surprise, both children nodded in agreement, which left him with a headache for a while. In order to teach the two mischievous little ones a lesson, Shen Zui gave each of them a bean to pop.

At the very beginning, I did not fully understand it myself. However, by chance, while I was squatting down reading a comic book, I touched a pile of books beside me, and my hand suddenly felt as if it had touched a furnace. I jumped up three feet high in shock, staring at the old book stall owner and the comic book, thinking something was wrong with me. From that moment on, I became very attentive to those things that made my hands feel warm, regardless of whether they were good, bad, or even in tatters; as long as I could touch them, I would definitely bring them home.

I said, son! Even if it's your father asking, please, can you buy a bit more of those steamed buns next time? It's not enough to just give everyone two, is it? Eating a bit more won't kill me; you can't let your old man starve to death! And can we have more than just one bowl of porridge? Isn't that a bit too precise? What if I'm hungrier that morning...

However, to be honest, many of these fall into the category of waste paper. But there is no other way; this is how books are sold here. The vendor has long since organized the books, bundling them with string and displaying them in piles. If you want one, you simply pick up a bundle, weigh it, and that’s it. They don’t care whether you want a book or a piece of paper; this is just the way it is sold here, take it or leave it.

However, bringing it home is not a solution. For this reason, I can only immerse myself in research and reading, tirelessly searching for information, and even humbly asking questions. Even the hardest materials will eventually yield to persistent effort. Up to now, Shen Lang can be considered a beginner, but do not underestimate this seemingly simple beginning. It is important to know that all of this has been developed and researched by Shen Lang himself. With further refinement over time, he will shine like a diamond. Of course, this also depends on whether Shen Lang wishes to pursue this path.

After wandering around several shops for a while, I chose a painting that imitates Zhang Da's style, although it is a fake and the imitation is somewhat poorly done. Holding it in my hands, it didn't even warm up much, not even after I held it for a while. However, Shen Lang found it quite appealing and decided to keep it, having spent very little money, as we are old acquaintances. After examining these items, Shen Lang pushed his small cart to browse the second-hand book stalls. To others, this might not seem like it requires much effort, but in Shen Lang's eyes, it is quite a skill. He found it enjoyable and decided to keep it, again without spending much, as we are old acquaintances. After looking at these items, Shen Lang continued to push his cart around the second-hand book stalls. While others might think this doesn't require much effort, Shen Lang believes it is indeed a skill, as it often requires more knowledge than in other areas. Moreover, items here are never sold by their original price; they are generally priced by the kilogram, which gives Shen Lang a great sense of satisfaction.

Somewhat speechless, Shen Zui could only sit down in frustration. His own son spoke without a single error, and his reasoning was quite sound. However, the way this little guy spoke felt awkward to him no matter how he listened. Was this child really his son? Did he really need to find them a mother? But that didn't seem right! Didn't Xiao Kai and Nuan Nuan also behave differently from him? Looking at his son, Shen Zui could only silently mutter a word in his heart: anomaly. Did he really need to find them a mother? But that didn't seem right! Didn't Xiao Kai and Nuan Nuan also behave differently from him? Looking at his son, Shen Zui could only silently mutter a word in his heart: anomaly.

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Two bowls of congee, four flower rolls, two plates of pickled vegetables, and several boiled eggs. Looking at these items, Shen Zui felt a strong appetite, yet he let out a heavy sigh.

Throughout the morning, Shen Lang remained deeply engaged in this activity. At noon, he merely took out some food and water from his package to eat, not because he was particularly frugal or unable to afford a restaurant meal. Firstly, going out to eat would be a waste of time, and secondly, some of his belongings were still in the car, which posed certain safety concerns. However, it was quite evident that Shen Lang's gains today were not substantial. Aside from acquiring two paintings that were difficult to part with, the only other items he had were the various books in his car, covering a wide range of genres. Firstly, going out to eat would be a waste of time, and secondly, some of his belongings were still in the car, which posed certain safety concerns. However, it was quite evident that Shen Lang's gains today were not substantial. Aside from acquiring two paintings that were difficult to part with, the only other items he had were the various books in his car, covering a wide range of genres.

When we arrived at the place, the old market had already begun to fill with people. This old market has existed for a long time, but it only opens on Saturdays or Sundays each week, and aside from the shops, the stalls only operate until noon. Shen Lang only learned about this place when he started school. Of course, the scale and atmosphere here cannot be compared to Beijing's Panjiayuan, but if you really want to find something from within, it is not impossible.

It was these bored elderly men and women in the community who, upon seeing Shen Lang leave, seemed to suddenly find a topic to discuss among themselves, engaging in a back-and-forth debate, with both proponents and opponents present, expressing a variety of opinions.

It is already past eight o'clock. Shen Lang took some money and then hung the keys around his neck. He put on a backpack, which contained water, bread, ham, a notebook, and two pens, and then he went out.

Is this guy really my child? Shen Zui once again began to doubt. Why does he not study the good things, but instead show such interest in all this nonsense? It's giving me a headache! I have no idea what kind of trouble he will get into this summer. Well, as long as he doesn't tear this house apart, I will be satisfied.

Pushing his small bicycle, Shen Lang greeted a few acquaintances and then looked at the so-called new goods. However, there were not many good items available, as most were either imitations or forgeries. The only advantage here is that the items are relatively cheap, with some even available for one or two yuan. Therefore, even if you end up being the one who overpays, it won't feel particularly unfair. However, if you manage to find something good, then you have truly made a profit. The only advantage here is that the items are relatively cheap, with some even available for one or two yuan. Therefore, even if you end up being the one who overpays, it won't feel particularly unfair. However, if you manage to find something good, then you have truly made a profit

I greeted some elderly gentlemen and ladies who were taking a stroll in the neighborhood, riding my little bicycle, and wobbly headed towards the second-hand market. It is not particularly close to my home, and it takes me about 25 to 30 minutes at my pace. Of course, I could take the bus, but in such nice weather, it is better to exercise a bit and also adjust my body for the better.

Moreover, the seller is quite astute; although the sale is based on weight, the price is significantly higher than what one would receive by directly selling it to a scrap dealer, sometimes even three to four times the price. If you only want one book from a bundle, he will also recycle the other useless papers, but the price for those will be equivalent to that of waste paper.

By noon, the old market had begun to gradually disperse. Shen Lang, dragging his purchased items, slowly rode his bicycle back home.