Wu Yihao got up and wandered around the shop, looking at the items, exclaiming as he went: "Wow, is this really something from the Song Dynasty? Eh? This is a Qing Dynasty snuff bottle... Let me check the price. Wow! It’s this expensive? Although these really are antiques, this one should be at most hundreds of thousands, but the price tag says a million—are you serious? And this one, at most half a million, but it’s priced at five million, are you serious? Is this a scam shop?"

"Do you know about antiques?" Cui Wenyan was somewhat surprised, as she often watched over the shop and occasionally, to pass the time, practiced using her Spiritual Eye with these items, which indeed revealed their origins. Wu Yihao’s remarks were entirely correct.

"My dad likes antiques, so I’ve picked up a bit by ear and eye. But, Cui Wenyan, let me say something disrespectful here, is your aunt’s shop really not a scam shop? Are there really fools who would buy?" Wu Yihao cautiously asked.

"The other day, your aunt bought an antique for fifty million, didn’t bargain, and paid with a card." Cui Wenyan said expressionlessly.

Wu Yihao: "..." Okay, turns out the fool is from our family.

"It’s getting dark, you should hurry home, I won’t keep you for dinner. My master says we are about to afford food." Cui Wenyan continued expressionlessly.

Wu Yihao: "..." Saying that, doesn’t your conscience hurt? Scam shop boss, scam shop staff! Fine, I’m leaving.

"Finish your summer homework early. I’ll come to find you a week before school starts to borrow it for copying." Wu Yihao said before leaving.

"Alright, got it." Cui Wenyan waved.

...

Very soon, it was time for the academic conference.

This conference was held in another province, at the headquarters of the Heavenly Master Association. It required flying to the capital of that province, and after landing, the Heavenly Master Association would provide a special shuttle service.

Kong Hou and Dong Xiao stayed at home to watch over the shop and did not go along.

The journey wasn’t far, just over two hours by plane, landing around noon.

Cui Wenyan pushed a large suitcase, following behind Tianmiao, who also pushed a suitcase, wearing sunglasses, scanning the crowd at the airport until spotting someone holding a sign with the name Tianmiao.

Tianmiao stepped forward, and before she could speak, the young man holding the sign checked the photo in his phone and excitedly said, "Miss Tian, you must be tired after the journey. The car is in the parking lot, please follow me." He said this and took Tianmiao’s suitcase, reaching out to help Cui Wenyan with hers as well.

"No need, I’ll manage myself." Cui Wenyan waved her hand.

"Alright then, hi, I’m Yan Qing, what’s your name? Are you Miss Tian’s disciple?" Yan Qing looked to be just in his twenties, very cheerful.

"Yes, I am Cui Wenyan." Cui Wenyan replied politely.

"Miss Tian, my master originally wanted to personally come to pick you up, but something came up and he couldn’t make it, I hope you don’t mind." Yan Qing then said to Tianmiao.

"No problem." Tianmiao said indifferently.

Yan Qing led Tianmiao and Cui Wenyan towards the parking lot, pondering along the way. His master had repeatedly instructed him to show respect to Miss Tianmiao, saying she was an expert. His master was already very accomplished, could Tianmiao be more so? She seemed so young, it was hard to tell. However, as his master often taught him, in their line of work, especially, one must not judge by appearances. Miss Tianmiao must have some extraordinary talent, right?