Zhou Yang was truly speechless this time; it turned out there really were people who could count half a month as 14 days.

"Uncle Li, I clearly worked for 15 days, why did you count it as 14 days?"

Zhou Yang didn't care about the 100 yuan; he just wanted to know how Li Tuzi calculated it.

"Zhou Yang, you were half an hour late on the seventh, and I told you before that being half an hour late would deduct half a day's wages."

"Also, you didn't work yesterday afternoon, so another half-day needs to be deducted. If you calculate it like that..."

Zhou Yang opened his mouth but didn't react for a long time. Half an hour late, half a day's wages deducted, and wasn't it you who gave me the day off yesterday?

Forget it, there's no point arguing with this kind of person. It's only 100 yuan.

"Alright, if it's a one-day deduction, then it's a one-day deduction!"

Zhou Yang compromised, and then Li Tuzi reluctantly gave Zhou Yang 1,400 yuan.

Just as Zhou Yang was about to leave, a man in his 50s, dressed somewhat ordinarily, entered.

"Boss, see if you'll take this!"

Zhou Yang's curiosity was piqued, and he decided to watch for a while.

The man placed a teacup-like ceramic on the counter.

Li Tuzi picked it up, looked at it, and then waved his hand repeatedly.

"I can't tell the age of your teacup, but it's too severely damaged. There's a chip on it, and the bottom inscription and such have all been worn away."

"So there's no way to date it, and even less to know its origin. It's almost worthless."

Zhou Yang's eyelids twitched, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Boss, just give me a price. My son needs to buy a house, and he's still short on money. I'll help him as much as I can. Please, just give me a little something."

"This item is definitely an antique. It already existed when my grandfather was alive."

Li Tuzi still shook his head. For something with no origin, no inscription, and even damaged, he simply couldn't sell it.

So, no matter how cheap it was, he wouldn't take it. Buying it would just mean it'd be stuck in his hands.

"Uncle, how much are you selling this for? I'll take it!"

Just then, Zhou Yang spoke.

Li Tuzi looked at Zhou Yang with a disdainful gaze again, saying:

"Zhou Yang, you've been learning from me for so long, how come you haven't made any progress?"

"No Antique Shop would take a 'three-no' product like this."

Zhou Yang smiled and didn't respond to the remark, but rather looked at the man clearly.

"Little brother, how about 5,000?"

Zhou Yang secretly rejoiced, it seemed he had found a great deal today.

"Okay, 5,000 it is! I'll take it!"

As Zhou Yang spoke, he took out his wallet. Of the 10,000 yuan he had taken out yesterday, he had given Fang Jie 1,600, and the rest was here.

Adding the 1,400 just received, he still had 9,800 yuan.

He casually counted 50 bills, then had the man count them in front of him. After confirming it was correct, the transaction was completed.

"If you don't listen to the elderly, you'll suffer losses!"

Zhou Yang ignored Li Tuzi, took the small teacup, and directly left Li Tuzi's Antique Shop.

Then he found a secluded spot, placed the small teacup into the hotpot basin, and absorbed it into his abdomen again.

Then he took out the business card from yesterday and dialed the number on it.

Huang Jicheng was at home, looking at the seal he had bought yesterday, growing fonder of it with each glance.

"Grandpa, you've been looking at it all afternoon since yesterday, haven't you seen enough?"

The person speaking was Huang Jicheng's granddaughter, Huang Siyu.

"Siyu, you wouldn't understand this!"

"Young people like you enjoy dressing up, falling in love and all that. But at my age, I don't have many hobbies, I just like these things!"

"Oh right, how's your internship at your dad's company going?"

Just as Huang Siyu was about to answer, Huang Jicheng's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number. Generally, Huang Jicheng wouldn't answer unfamiliar numbers, but this one was from the local city, so he decided to pick it up.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Oh, it's you?"

"Good stuff? Bring it over to me?"

"My address is..."

Zhou Yang hung up the phone, then called a taxi and headed directly towards a certain villa area.

Approximately 20 minutes later, Zhou Yang arrived in front of a very luxurious villa. Looking at the style of the villa and its location.

It was definitely worth tens of millions.

As soon as Zhou Yang arrived, he saw Huang Jicheng, but his gaze fell upon the beautiful woman accompanying Huang Jicheng.

This woman was about 1.65 meters tall, with a head of dark, lustrous hair, simply falling freely.

Big eyes, curved eyelashes, a perky nose, and a cherry-like mouth, coupled with a figure that was neither fat nor thin. She wore a light blue short-sleeved top and a white short skirt.

Her well-proportioned figure and delicate face exuded a youthful aura!

This was definitely the most beautiful woman Zhou Yang had ever seen.

Hmm, Zhou Yang always thought this whenever he saw a beautiful woman—

"Little brother, you're here!"

"Please come in!"

Zhou Yang quickly greeted him, then followed Huang Jicheng into the villa.

The interior decoration of the villa was not as opulent as Zhou Yang had imagined; instead, it had an ancient and understated feel.

Huang Jicheng's eyes were fixed on the box Zhou Yang was carrying, but he wasn't in a hurry to ask about it. First, he had Zhou Yang sit down.

Then he asked his granddaughter to make tea.

"Mr. Huang, I wonder if these two items are to your liking. If they are, then please give me a suitable price."

"If not, I'll go to other places."

Zhou Yang didn't dither; he got straight to the point.

Then he placed the box on the coffee table and opened the lid, revealing a snuff bottle lying inside.

"Good, let me see!"

Huang Jicheng didn't say yes or no; any item always needed to be examined before a conclusion could be reached.

So he put on his reading glasses, then took out a pair of white gloves, and only then began to inspect the two items.

He first looked at the snuff bottle, as this item was very easy to appraise, and he had encountered many of them.

As he looked, a joyful expression unconsciously appeared on Huang Jicheng's face. This was a snuff bottle from the qing dynasty Qianlong period, and most importantly, it was perfectly preserved.

He looked for a good quarter of an hour before slowly placing it on the coffee table, then began to examine the box.

Equally surprising to him was that this box was also remarkably well-preserved. Antiques, especially wooden ones.

The longer they are preserved, the more likely they are to suffer from issues like collisions, wormholes, decay, and paint loss.

However, this jewelry box had almost none of the aforementioned problems; it could be said to be perfectly preserved.

The material was also top-grade small-leaf red sandalwood, and it clearly belonged to the same era as the snuff bottle.

Huang Jicheng understood antiques, after all, he had studied them for decades. Although he couldn't be called a master, he was very accurate in appraising common items like these.

So he decided he wanted them.

"Little brother, I want these two items. How much are you planning to sell them for?"