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Chapter 185 Quickly Gathering Intelligence [5k-word Chapter]

Lin Qingsong got out of bed and looked at the sleeping Tian Xiwei without disturbing her.

After a quick wash, I went out to exercise.

Once a long-term exercise habit is formed, it's very difficult to break it even if you want to.

Especially now that I have the "sleep halo"—that my body can recover after just two hours of rest—this habit is even harder to break.

After all, exercise not only produces dopamine, but also endorphins.

One is immediate pleasure, and the other is lasting pleasure and relaxation.

The combination of these two factors creates a positive cycle where the more you exercise, the more addicted you become.

Lin Qingsong learned yesterday that the guesthouses here do not provide fitness equipment.

Therefore, he slightly modified today's workout routine.

The previous five-minute warm-up aerobic jogging has become the main training program.

He had already chosen the route.

We ran from the guesthouse to the Yellow River, and then all the way to the nearby Ming Great Wall.

After all, I'm going back to Shanghai tomorrow.

I can take all the hand-held items from the Yellow River and the Mongolian silver milk jugs from the Great Wall today.

Depart from the hotel.

Lin Qingsong jogged slowly along a path built by the hotel towards the Yellow River.

While running, he also paid attention to where the system-upgraded handle was located and slowly moved towards it.

I ran along the track for a few minutes.

He then heard the sound of the Yellow River rushing forward.

Looking at the yellowish-brown river in front of him, Lin Qingsong felt a pang of regret that he didn't have a fishing rod.

Otherwise, I'd rather cast my line across the Yellow River a couple of times, even if I catch nothing, I'll still feel at ease.

Thinking of this, he stopped and took out his phone to take a few photos of the Yellow River before sending them to Shen Xingyu.

"Sister Yu, it's a pity I didn't bring the fishing rod you gave me, otherwise I would have definitely caught a Yellow River carp today to try it out."

That's the fun of running in the wild.

You can enjoy the beautiful scenery and natural landscapes around you at any time and breathe the freshest air.

After bragging to Shen Xingyu, he put away his phone and continued running forward.

However, people say that Yellow River carp tastes particularly delicious.

If I have the chance, I'd like to try it.

As his thoughts drifted, Lin Qingsong quickly ran to a patch of grass.

He glanced down and a piece of Hetian jade, with a smooth and warm appearance, appeared before his eyes.

Reaching out, Lin Qingsong picked a leaf from the side.

After wiping the dirt off the handle a little, I rubbed it on my body before holding it and playing with it for a while.

Ok.

I didn't feel much of a difference.

Ultimately, Lin Qingsong was just an ordinary person, and he found that apart from feeling that it was quite comfortable to touch, he didn't feel anything else.

However, the more he touched it, the more he felt that the texture was quite relaxing. After putting the item in his pocket, Lin Qingsong continued running towards the Great Wall in the distance.

Hand-held pieces are just small things that you can squeeze and play with yourself.

If you want to sell it for money, you still need that Mongolian silver milk jug that was hidden by the Qing Dynasty herdsmen.

I don't know what's going on with this herdsman.

As Lin Qingsong breathed in the distinctive earthy smell of the Yellow River, he wondered why the herdsman hadn't taken the things away.

Finally, he figured it out.

It's either because the times were too chaotic, or the herders died after hiding the things.

Or perhaps the herders themselves forgot where they hid the items.

Standing in front of that weathered earthen wall, Lin Qingsong had a strange feeling that this was probably where the herdsman had forgotten to hide something.

The low earthen wall in front of us looks no different from the other earthen walls.

And there were no obstructions or reference points around us.

He even observed that there were no marks on the earthen wall at all.

The marks on the bricks will not disappear for hundreds of years unless they are deliberately damaged.

Forget it, who cares what happens?

Following the system's instructions, Lin Qingsong focused his gaze on the bottom of the wall.

There are two slightly cracked bricks here.

Lin Qingsong moved the bricks by hand and discovered that they were actually movable.

He was initially worried that his actions might constitute vandalism of historical sites.

But since it's an event, then there's no problem.

I can just stuff the bricks in later.

After carefully moving the two bricks aside, a hollow hole appeared before our eyes.

The blackened silver milk jug lay there quietly.

After taking out the milk jug, Lin Qingsong carefully put the two bricks back in their original positions.

Only then did he have time to observe the milk jug.

After looking him over from all angles, he finally came to a conclusion.

A bit ugly.

And the design isn't very good either.

It's estimated that this milk jug was just something used by ordinary people.

It could absolutely not be a milk jug used by a Mongolian noble or prince.

Otherwise, it would definitely be inlaid with all sorts of gemstones and engraved with various patterns.

The system estimates that 20,000 is just right.

Anyway, if he had money, he would never buy this milk jug.

It was really ugly and dirty.

Holding the milk jug, he took out his phone, snapped a few photos, and sent them all to Qi Fei at once.

Since getting Qi Fei's WeChat, Lin Qingsong no longer worries about what to do with the old items he finds.

If it were before, he would definitely have struggled with where to make his move.

Thinking of this, he silently thanked Qi Nan again.

He also apologized for his rant from two hours earlier.

Seventh Brother.

You're definitely not the worst off.

You're just like Doraemon!

The only difference is that other people conjure up various props, while you conjure up various connections.

After sending the message, Lin Qingsong slowly ran back with the milk jug in his hand.

Although it's a bit inconvenient.

But after imagining the milk jug as costing 20,000 yuan, he felt it was still quite convenient.

Although it was already past seven o'clock, very few people who come out to travel are early risers.

Therefore, Lin Qingsong's journey back was quite smooth.

At least no one looked at him strangely.

Having spent the evening with Tian Xiwei, Lin Qingsong figured Xiang Jia and the others should be up soon.

He didn't go to Tian Xiwei's place, but instead went to Xiang Jia's courtyard.

Upon opening the door, Lin Qingsong heard three snores of varying volumes inside and couldn't help but feel helpless.

have to.

The three of them did not wake up either.

After casually placing his things aside, he didn't go inside but turned around and headed towards the breakfast area of ​​the guesthouse.

Standing in front of the coffee shop.

Lin Qingsong then realized that the place where the guesthouse provided breakfast was actually the coffee shop mentioned in the intelligence report.

That's good.

In one morning, they took everything from the three intelligence reports.

That saves time.

After going inside, he grabbed some food and headed to the second-floor terrace.

Seeing the empty seats, Lin Qingsong directly lifted the rattan cushion where the gift certificate was hidden.

After taking out the online voucher for the Ningxia wolfberry gift box, he redeemed it on his phone while eating breakfast.

However, he was still a little conflicted about who to give the gift box to.

Just then, Qi Fei's message came back.

"Holy crap, bro, are you a reincarnated treasure hunter? Where did you find this antique? It looks like something from the Qing Dynasty or Mongolian period."

After seeing the message, Lin Qingsong took a sip of soy milk and typed a reply, "I've been filming in Zhongwei recently. I found it this morning when I was jogging on the nearby Great Wall."

"Huh?? This was found again?? Not something I found online???"

Qi Fei, who rarely gets up early, couldn't help but scratch his head after seeing Lin Qingsong's message.

No.

Brother, why are you actually doing this kind of risk-free business?!

If you said you found it on Taobao, I'd feel a little better. It means you have a good eye and can find bargains.

But you said you found it???

This, this, this
Qi Fei looked at the radio he had bought from Lin Qingsong by the bedside.

Looking at the other side, it was still the 1980 edition of Dream of the Red Chamber published by Huaxia Drama Publishing House, which I bought from Lin Qingsong.

brother.

All I'm missing is setting up the formation.

When can I bask in some of your good fortune?

Lin Qingsong didn't waste any words and directly sent all the photos he had just taken to Qi Fei.

Photos of the Great Wall, photos of walls, photos of bricks, photos of milk jugs inside walls.

In short, he sent the entire set of photos to Qi Fei.

He also forgot where he saw it.

The value of an antique is sometimes not just reflected in its material.

Another part of its value lies in the story behind it.

This is why many antiques have been owned by famous people.

Because if these people are involved, the story behind it becomes valuable.

The same reason.

Lin Qingsong believes that the process of discovering the antiques was also very valuable.

That milk jug paired with this series of photos might just help push the price up a bit.

The price provided by the system is sometimes just a reference price and a bottom price.

If we think of a way, there's still a chance to sell the information in the intelligence for a higher price than the system estimates.

Looking at these photos, Qi Fei quickly got into a professional mode. After roughly analyzing the situation, he typed a reply:
"Brother, I won't beat around the bush with you. This thing of yours is just a folk milk jug. It has no historical background, and the material isn't even that good. At most, it can sell for 20,000 yuan."

After sending that part, he continued.

"However, with these pictures of yours, the price of this thing is different. If you are willing to sell these as well, I can sell it for 30,000 yuan."

After seeing the first message, Lin Qingsong was about to reply when he saw the words being typed under Qi Fei's name.

So he waited a little longer.

Only after seeing the message did he finally smile.

"Second Uncle, then I'll leave it to you. Just tell me how much commission you should get. Also, I'll send you some Ningxia specialties. They should arrive at your shop in the next few days."

Lin Qingsong was originally thinking about who he should send the goji berry gift box to.

This stuff is good, but the subtext is that you should get some supplements.

If you give it to someone you don't know well, you'll not only fail to get a good response, but you might even offend them.

Qi Fei would be a very good recipient of a gift.

First of all, he has neither a wife nor a girlfriend.

A long-time bachelor.

Since it's not needed, there's no need to replace it.

And as she herself said, she just wanted to thank him.

After typing this sentence, Lin Qingsong added a screenshot of the goji berry gift box and sent another message: "Second Uncle, this stuff is pretty good. It's nourishing and strengthens the body, and it's good for the liver and eyes. You guys in the antique business must use your eyes a lot, so eat some goji berries to nourish your eyes."

When Qi Fei saw the picture of goji berries, he inexplicably looked up at the cup next to him.

A few red goji berries were scattered around inside.

The saying "When you reach middle age, you have no choice but to soak goji berries in your thermos" applies not only to middle-aged men with wives.

The same applies to middle-aged men who are unmarried.

After all, they just don't have wives, but they still wash their feet.

Therefore, it is necessary to supplement it if necessary.

Ningxia wolfberries? They should be pretty good.

Qi Fei neither said he wanted it nor he didn't, but inexplicably skipped the topic and then replied, "I don't need the commission. The collector over there will give me a rebate. If you find any good items in the future, just remember to come to me again!"

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Second Uncle."

Lin Qingsong replied again before putting his phone away and focusing on eating his breakfast.

When he returned to Xiang Jia's courtyard, he found that the three of them had finally woken up.

I looked at my watch.

Ten past eight.

Not bad, I got up pretty early.

"Qingsong, where did you find this old kettle?"

Xiang Jia, who was applying skincare products to her face, looked at the Mongolian silver milk jug that Lin Qingsong had placed on the table in the room with a puzzled expression.

When she woke up and found something on the table, she immediately guessed that Lin Qingsong must have been there.

But the more I look at this thing, the more it resembles the old-fashioned stainless steel kettles we used to have at home, except that the shape seems a bit more unique.

But it looked old and dirty, and no one knew why Lin Qingsong would pick it up.

Hearing her words, Lin Qingsong stared at the silver milk pot for a while, and sure enough, it was true.

At first glance, this thing does look a bit like an old-fashioned kettle, especially its dark black appearance.

He walked over, picked up the milk jug, and said with a smile, "Sister Jia, this isn't just any kettle; it's a Qing Dynasty Mongolian silver milk jug."

"What!" Xiang Jia couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then looked at the milk jug in his hand with suspicion, "So this is an antique?"

"A Qing Dynasty folk silver milk pot, priced at 20,000, and I also took pictures of the treasure hunt process. With these treasure hunt photos, it can sell for a total of 30,000." Lin Qingsong's tone was very relaxed.

Xiang Jia was even more surprised. She looked at the silver milk jug in disbelief and said, "This jug is worth 30,000? Where did you find it?"

Although she spent nearly 10,000 yuan on hotel stays and meals in just the past two days.

This 30,000 yuan is nothing to her.

But it's just like Tian Xiwei reaching out to grab a stamp.

The point of finding a bargain isn't about how much money you have, but about how unexpected it is!
"I found it by the Great Wall when I was jogging this morning," Lin Qingsong said, opening his photo album and showing her the photos he had just taken.

The crew-cut man and Eva, who were washing up nearby, also heard him talking. Eva, who couldn't understand, could only look at the crew-cut man in confusion.

While translating with Eva, the man with the buzz cut circled around in surprise, looking at the milk jug in Lin Qingsong's hand.

Although she earns two to three thousand yuan per hour for filming, even if the company takes a portion, she can still earn twenty to thirty thousand yuan in a few days.

But it's truly unimaginable that this old and unattractive milk jug could be worth so many days of her work.

"Lin, can this milk jug really sell for twenty or thirty thousand?"

Seeing the surprised looks on their faces, Lin Qingsong shrugged: "Of course! I've already asked a friend to sell it."

After saying that, he glanced at the time, put the milk jug on the table, and said to everyone, "Alright, let's hurry up and wash up and eat. Today is a rare vacation day. Tomorrow we'll be heading back to Shanghai!"

Lin Qingsong had planned to pick up the stamps in Beichangtan today, but now that he has already received them...

So let's just have some fun in Zhongwei today.

Today the film crew went to shoot Route 66, a scene from a movie set in the Sky. It's said to be the most beautiful highway in the country.

If you have enough time, you can also visit Zhenbeibao Western Film City, which is the filming location for A Chinese Odyssey.

You can see all sorts of versions of Supreme Treasure and Fairy Zixia, tall, short, fat, and thin.

In the evening, you can also try some desert hot pot.

As for the unique activities on the Yellow River, we won't be experiencing the sheepskin rafts.

I'll come back and try it after I learn freestyle.

"You guys wash up first, I'll go take a shower over there." While they were washing up, Lin Qingsong went to Tian Xiwei's room.

It just goes to show that young people have a stronger ability to recover.

Although she didn't go to bed too early, you could even say she went to bed late.

But as soon as Lin Qingsong opened the door, Tian Xiwei immediately woke up.

"Why don't you take a nap?" Lin Qingsong sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair and smiling as he said, "Aren't you tired?"

"I've had a good night's sleep!" Tian Xiwei said with a comfortable expression after rubbing her eyes. "I slept yesterday afternoon and I'm almost done now!"

"How about we go out and have some fun later? We're planning to check out Route 66 first, then stop by the filming location of A Chinese Odyssey, and try some desert hot pot tonight."

"Okay!"

Tian Xiwei had figured it out after a whole night.

There's no point in hiding.

It's better to meet openly and honestly.

Anyway, we're all in the same boat, and who knows, we might even become best friends and comrades in the future.

In just two nights, she understood.

Given Lin Qingsong's condition, one person is absolutely not enough.

Looking at the energetic Lin Qingsong, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but say, "Old Lin, where do you get your energy? Getting up so early so late, you must have been exercising this morning!"

"I'm just naturally gifted!" After saying that, Lin Qingsong got up and took off his clothes, saying, "Xiao Tian, ​​I'm going to take a shower. You should wash up too. We'll have breakfast together and then go out."

"Great!" Tian Xiwei's eyes lit up as she looked at Lin Qingsong's muscular physique. "Old Lin, catch me!"

While talking.

She threw herself at Lin Qingsong.

After carrying Tian Xiwei to wash up, Lin Qingsong also quickly went to the shower room for a quick rinse.

It was a little past nine o'clock.

After having breakfast at the guesthouse's cafe, the group got into the car arranged by Xiang Jia and headed towards Highway 66.

[P.S.: Hey everyone, there's more! I've already reached 10,000 words, and there's still 10,000 more to go. Wait for my burst of updates!! Also, updates will be changed from three chapters a day to two chapters a day, but the word count will remain the same. Previously it was four thousand words per chapter and three thousand words per chapter; now it's just two chapters of five thousand words each. Thank you all for your understanding.]

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