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Chapter 98 What's all this talk of elegance and vulgarity? I'm just a common person, I just like the common stuff!
"In other words, there are many variants of Magnolia. Generally, the variants are only worth tens or hundreds of yuan. Mine is a variant called Spring Orchid Dancing Butterfly, which can currently sell for around three or four thousand yuan?"

Lin Qingsong hadn't expected that there were so many intricacies to the mutated Magnolia. Although he didn't understand what "Spring Orchid Dancing with Butterflies" meant, he knew that a mutated Magnolia could sell for three or four thousand yuan, which meant it was a good one!

"Yes, my previous florist was a huge fan of magnolias. He bought a lot of them and put them in the back of the shop. I would take care of them when I had time. One of the potted plants was exactly the same as this one!"

He Xue looked at the half-withered Cymbidium goeringii and said, "Brother Lin, if you're comfortable with this, then leave it to me. Although Magnolia is not particularly difficult to grow, it's still easy to kill it if you don't know its habits. Magnolia likes cool, humid, and well-ventilated conditions. This one is obviously withered because it was placed outside in the sun for too long."

She was willing to do things for Lin Qingsong, but she couldn't help him with his work, and Lin Qingsong didn't need her help much in his life either.

After all, Lin Qingsong is often away from home, so even if he wanted to take care of her, he couldn't.

So when He Xue learned that Lin Qingsong wanted her to help take care of Lin Xiaoguai, she was very happy and felt needed.

"Okay."

Lin Qingsong originally planned to take a picture and post it on his WeChat Moments to see if anyone recognized him, and he was also willing to sell it if someone was interested in buying it.

However, it's good that He Xue is willing to take care of her.

After all, according to her, a perfect Cymbidium goeringii with butterfly-shaped leaves costs only three or four thousand.

If someone who doesn't know anything about orchids and butterflies hadn't seen the one he picked up, it would just look like a withered flower and definitely wouldn't fetch a good price.

Why not let He Xue take care of it? If it blooms again, it will be nice to see it again.

Then I can take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments to show off a little.

Hey.

Lin Qingsong inexplicably felt that he was being a bit too vulgar.

He already has a system, but all he does is like women and showing off.

According to the normal procedure in the novel, I should be more refined at this point.

Either dominate the business world and crush your competitors.

They can either rise rapidly through the ranks of officialdom, wielding immense power, or disrupt the rules of the technology sector, forcing capital giants to beg for cooperation.

Even at the very least, they can still manipulate the entertainment industry and treat top stars as pawns.

But I was still thinking about taking a picture of an orchid and showing off a little on my WeChat Moments.

Tsk.

That has absolutely no class!
But then again, what can I say? I'm just an ordinary person.

Having lived such a tasteless life for over twenty years, it's impossible for me to completely change my personality just because I got the system for a month.

If that's the case, he'd start to wonder if he's possessed by a ghost.

Forget it, who cares about all that?

As long as you're happy.

Forget about elegance and sophistication; I'll talk about that after I've gotten tired of all this vulgarity.

Think of this.

Lin Qingsong felt completely at ease.

If this were a fantasy novel, his touching it would be considered an improvement in his mental state, or perhaps a tribulation overcoming his inner demons.

He Xue was also very happy at this moment, and even the fatigue caused by not sleeping well yesterday had disappeared a lot: "Brother Lin, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of it!"

She checked the time and, finding it was still early, said to Lin Qingsong, "Brother Lin, are you going to exercise later? I'm making breakfast now, so it'll be ready for you when you get back. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"Just grab something simple for breakfast."

Lin Qingsong doesn't have much need for breakfast.

Normally, it's either milk and oatmeal, or you can buy fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk from outside, or eat a jianbing (Chinese crepe) or something similar.

Even when he goes to a hotel for breakfast, he doesn't eat much. He usually eats the same few things, and at most he'll have a bowl of porridge.

"How about fish soup noodles?" He Xue knew that Lin Qingsong was from northern Jiangsu, so she had secretly learned a lot about northern Jiangsu cuisine, and fish soup noodles were a luxury for breakfast in northern Jiangsu.

As the saying goes, "Eat one bowl, and you'll crave it for three years."

To perfect this breakfast, she practiced countless times in private, and even visited many fish soup noodle shops in Shanghai to taste and learn from them.

Fish soup noodles.

These few words were like hyperlinks in a file, instantly reminding Lin Qingsong of the thick, snow-white soup and the thin film that formed on the surface of the bowl.

The idiom "mouth watering" is very fitting for this situation.

Lin Qingsong was genuinely drooling.

Calculate the time.

He hadn't eaten this bowl of noodles for six or seven months.

"it is good!"

Lin Qingsong agreed without hesitation, then looked at her curiously and asked, "But Xiaoxue, when did you learn to make this noodle?"

Although this noodle dish is quite famous in northern Jiangsu, it is actually rarely seen outside of it.

He Xue is from Sichuan, she shouldn't know that.

“I remember you’re from northern Jiangsu, Brother Lin, so I thought I’d learn how to cook there. Later I found out this breakfast is quite famous, so I learned how to make it for a while.”

"You've put in the effort." Lin Qingsong didn't know what to say, so he took out his phone and said to her, "What side dishes do you want? I'll order them from Hema."

Although He Xue kept refusing, her refusal was useless under Lin Qingsong's domineering influence.

Lin Qingsong put the ingredients for the fish soup noodles into the shopping cart, and also bought some seasonal fruits and milk to fill the refrigerator.

"Then I'm going to exercise."

"Okay, Brother Lin!"

After saying goodbye to He Xue, Lin Qingsong took his equipment and went to train.

As he passed the security booth, he realized that if he bought a car, he would definitely need to park in the community, so he stopped and chatted with the security guard for a few minutes.

Based on the groundwork laid earlier, the community security guard directly stated that their property management company has internal parking spaces, and he could help put in a good word for them to park in one of the property management's internal parking spaces.

After receiving this answer, Lin Qingsong nodded in satisfaction.

I've said that before.

When you're out and about, a small act of kindness you casually offer to others might bring unexpected rewards.

This is not.

Now is the harvest season.

Even if you park in a property management parking space, you still have to pay.

But there is one advantage to staying there.

No matter how late it is, I can always find a parking space; I don't need to compete with others for public parking spaces in the community.

After saying goodbye to the security guard, Lin Qingsong waited at the entrance for a while, and then saw Shen Xingyu also come out of the community.

Last night, the two of them agreed to exercise together in the morning.

Shen Xingyu was also happy to have a workout partner.

Exercising alone is too boring, so chatting and catching up with someone, and helping each other out when you're exhausted, makes an hour of exercise go by in no time.

When Lin Qingsong returned home, before he even opened the door, a familiar scent wafted into his nostrils.

"Cool!"

Lin Qingsong drank three large mouthfuls of soup, letting out a satisfied sigh!

Fresh without being fishy, ​​rich without being greasy!
That's it!
In the summer, having a sip of such a light yet incredibly delicious fish soup is simply wonderful!

The slight fatigue from the exercise was almost completely dispelled.

Seeing that her work had been praised by Lin Qingsong, He Xue couldn't help but smile happily.

"Xiaoxue, your cooking is amazing!" Lin Qingsong put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but praise the nearly empty soup bowl. "Where we're from, you could open a shop!"

"Brother Lin, you flatter me." He Xue said shyly, "I just made it casually. If you like it, I'll make it for you again next time."

"it is good."

Lin Qingsong did not refuse and readily agreed.

After washing up inside the house.

He casually put on a set of clothes and then went out with the jade ring on his finger.

There's still some time before I have dinner with Gao Xiaoxing.

He invited Qi Nan out for coffee and asked her to help him appraise the ring.

Fuxing Middle Road.

Genki Cafe.

Lin Qingsong sat near the window, staring blankly at the passersby outside through the glass.

"Sir, here's your Geisha." The waiter placed the bone china cup on the table and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute," Lin Qingsong called out to him, pointing to the records on the surrounding walls. "Can I take a look at this?"

This is the coffee shop mentioned in yesterday's first news item.

Since the original plan was to meet Qi Nan, I might as well get these things along the way.

Anyway, according to the intelligence, the record was hung there as a decoration, which means the shop owner didn't care about it much.

really.

After asking the manager, the waiter casually took the record down and placed it in front of Lin Qingsong: "Sir, please take your time looking at it."

Just as Lin Qingsong blew off the dust and prepared to take a closer look...

"What good stuff are you looking at?" Qi Nan, who was carrying a wine jug as usual, appeared with light steps.

She casually placed her black suit jacket on the table beside her, then sat down opposite him and looked at Lin Qingsong, saying, "Oh, so you're getting ready to research vinyl records?"

"No, not really, but I just find this thing quite interesting." Lin Qingsong didn't linger on the topic.

"Okay, if you're interested, I have a record player that I can give you later." Qi Nan said casually, then asked curiously, "Where is that jade thumb ring you mentioned? Let me take a look at it."

Although her family has always been involved in painting, over the years they have inevitably come across some interesting antiques.

Over generations, the family has accumulated quite a few antiques.

Although Qi Nan is not particularly interested in painting, he is quite interested in antiques and has learned a lot about them since childhood.

Yesterday, when I heard Lin Qingsong mention that he had a jade thumb ring, I immediately became quite interested.

"OK,"

Lin Qingsong placed the jade thumb ring on the table, then asked Qi Nan what she wanted to drink before ordering her an Americano.

I looked around in the sunlight.

Qi Nan exclaimed in amazement, "Old Lin, this is truly amazing! If I'm not mistaken, this style should be a sacrificial vessel made by the Qing Dynasty Imperial Workshop."

"Seventh Brother, you really know this!" Lin Qingsong looked at Qi Nan with slight surprise.

He thought Qi Nan could at most tell that it was an object from the Qing Dynasty, but he didn't expect her to be able to tell even its origin and function.

"Because I saw something similar at someone else's house before," Qi Nan said casually. "They had a whole set of items, including a jade thumb ring that was very similar to yours in both material and design."

Lin Qingsong inexplicably recalled something Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, once said when he was praised for his expertise in appraising antiques:

"I don't know anything about appraising antiques. I just feel that those fake things look a bit different from the ones I have at home."

Although Qi Nan hasn't reached that level yet, the feeling of subtly showing off is exactly the same.

"So how much can this thing sell for?" Lin Qingsong shrugged. "A friend gave it to me to pay off a debt. He said it could fetch tens of thousands."

"Fifty to one hundred thousand," Qi Nan said uncertainly. "Of course, this is just a guess."

She can give a rough estimate for calligraphy and painting, but for antiques, she can only give a range.

"Seventh Brother, do you have any channels to make a move?"

"You want to make a move? Then I'll help you contact my friend; his family should be willing to take it," Qi Nan said uncertainly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Seventh Brother."

While Qi Nan was contacting her friend on her phone, Lin Qingsong came to the bar with the record in her hand and said to the man who looked like the store manager, "Hello, I really like this decoration. Can you sell it to me?"

The shop manager was a long-haired man with a small tuft of hair. He glanced at the record in Lin Qingsong's hand while wiping the siphon pot.

After thinking for a moment, he remembered.

The record store owner said it was left over after the previous secondhand record store that rented the shop went out of business.

The owner thought that since their coffee shop also had a retro style, he kept it and hung it on the wall as a decoration.

Since he had found it anyway, he said nonchalantly, "Sir, you can take this for two hundred yuan."

The store manager was also an artsy type, and knew that a secondhand record on the market only cost around a hundred yuan.

If someone wants to buy it, just sell it. At worst, he can find another record to hang in the store.

"Okay." Lin Qingsong didn't expect it to go so smoothly. After scanning two hundred yuan and giving it to the store manager, he asked them to put it in a bag and then returned to his seat.

At this time, Qi Nan also contacted her friend and sent her a photo of the jade thumb ring.

"Old Lin, my friend said that if this thing is real, he'll take it for 100,000 yuan."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsong subconsciously glanced at the intelligence report.

[Daily News 02 (Pink): A jade thumb ring was found in the sewage outlet of the swimming pool of an abandoned resort hotel in SJ district. This ritual object, which was leaked from the Qing Dynasty Imperial Workshop, has a market value of 80000 yuan.]

Oops.

He didn't misremember; it was 80,000 yuan.

It seems Brother Qi's friend is quite generous, offering 20,000 yuan more than the market price.

“Okay, when shall we meet?” Lin Qingsong agreed without hesitation.

"Now then," Qi Nan said with a smile, glancing at the time. "His company is nearby, only about a ten-minute walk away."

After finishing his coffee, he followed Qi Nan to a nearby store called Hongpin Furniture.

(End of this chapter)