I changed the world.

The people inside the car hurriedly cooperated with him to remove the remaining glass. Then, some people couldn't wait to climb out of the car windows. After landing, they also picked up stones from the ground and started smashing the remaining car windows.

Soon, a large number of passengers began climbing out of the train windows.

In the distance, the sound of sirens grew closer, clearly indicating that police were on their way to handle the situation.

A short while later, a voice came from above: "Listen up, everyone down here! We are the police. We are preparing for a rescue. Please don't panic. The fire department's rescue equipment will arrive soon. I'll say it again, please don't panic. The rescue will arrive soon..."

About 15 minutes later, a firefighter was lowered down by rope, checked the situation below, and made contact with those above. Then, a rope ladder was lowered down.

Under the firefighters' guidance, everyone began to climb upwards in an orderly manner. Zhang Jing did not rush up to grab anything, but instead used the last bit of time to observe the surroundings one last time. Unfortunately, he was unable to find anything of value.

Chapter Three: Gold Coins

Finally, Zhang Jing climbed up the rope ladder in the middle of the crowd. After reaching the ground, a police officer immediately came over to ask if he was injured. When the officer learned that Zhang Jing was in good health and had no injuries, he nodded. Then, a policewoman next to him kindly asked Zhang Jing if he wanted to register his identity. If he did, it might be possible to get some compensation if it was later found that the road collapse was caused by the road administration company's mistake.

Using the excuse that he had an urgent matter to attend to, Zhang Jing refused the suggestion to register his identity and turned to leave in the direction of home. No police officers stopped him. Behind him, most people were willing to register their names, hoping to await the uncertain compensation.

Zhang Jing's main reason for not registering his identity was the ancient coin in his backpack, fearing that it might cause unnecessary trouble in the future.

Looking at the dust covering his body, Zhang Jing knew he couldn't go to the office as planned. At the same time, he was more interested in figuring out the types and values ​​of those ancient coins. So, as he walked quickly home, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly, and a capable female voice came from the other end: "Hongjian, what's up?"

Hongjian was Zhang Jing's courtesy name, which he chose for himself when he was twenty years old. In this world, everyone who has gone to university will have a courtesy name, and in social interactions, anyone with a bit of cultural refinement will be careful not to call someone by their first name.

"Sister Lingzi, I had a little accident on my way to the company. The bus collapsed the platform..." Zhang Jing briefly described what had just happened, and then said, "I just saw that the TV station people have arrived. I guess you can see them on TV. I was just rescued by the firefighters. I'm covered in dirt and have some abrasions. I really can't come to the company today, so I need to ask you for leave."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a polite inquiry about whether Zhang Jing was alright. After receiving a reply that it wasn't a big problem, the person readily granted him leave.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Zhang Jing hung up the phone. The woman he had just asked for leave, Sister Lingzi, was his current supervisor at a mid-sized online game company, where she was the team leader in charge of front-end operations.

Zhang Jing is currently an intern at this company, earning 300 yuan a week. If he successfully passes the onboarding assessment after six months, he can become a full-time employee with a weekly salary of 800 yuan. There are quite a few interns in the company, and Sister Lingzi usually takes good care of them, unlike some people who dump all the work on interns and newcomers.

From Zhang Jing's perspective, the employment pressure in this world is correspondingly greater, especially since wages are generally lower, and there is no labor protection mechanism such as the five social insurances and one housing fund that was mandated by the state in his previous life.

Because many low- and middle-class families in the world generally do not have much savings, and their daily surplus is only enough for the most basic consumption needs such as food and clothing, many companies adopt a weekly or even daily wage system to ensure that employees do not go hungry due to family difficulties.

Back home, I first took off my official uniform, patted it at the door to remove the dust, and checked it. I found that there was a tear on the elbow and back of my uniform, and there was also a tear on the right leg of my matching trousers, probably from being scratched by some sharp stone.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but sigh. He remembered that the original owner of this body had spent 250 yuan to buy this piece of clothing, which was the most expensive piece of clothing he had ever bought since his parents passed away, and he cherished it very much.

After hanging his official uniform on a simple clothes rack inside the house, Zhang Jing checked his body again. Apart from some minor abrasions on his palms, there were no other injuries on his body. As for these abrasions, he felt there was no need to treat them, as they would heal on their own in a few days.

After quickly washing his face and hair under the tap, Zhang Jing returned to the house. He locked the door with a padlock, then sat down at the desk by the bed, turned on the lamp, picked up his fabric shoulder bag, opened it, and took out the square-holed ancient coin.

The ancient coin shimmered with a dim yellowish glow under the desk lamp. Upon seeing this color, Zhang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and a certain guess immediately formed in his mind.

Because it had just been taken out of the ground, the ancient coin was covered in stains. Zhang Jing carefully wiped it with a dry cotton cloth. Even with such a simple cleaning, the coin's luster had completely turned golden.

"This is... gold coins!" Zhang Jing couldn't help but shout silently in his heart. Although he wasn't an expert in this field, Zhang Jing was certain that he couldn't have made a mistake.

Suppressing his excitement, Zhang Jing picked up the ancient coin and examined it closely. It was a typical square-holed coin, with a fairly common shape—round on the outside and square on the inside. The obverse bore four characters in clerical script: "Shunhua Tongbao." The reverse depicted two pagodas. Buddhism was a global religion in this world, especially widespread in the Eastern Continent, much like Buddhism in Zhang Jing's previous life. Although the two pagodas were somewhat worn, the exquisite craftsmanship of their original form was still evident. Between the two pagodas, above the square hole, was a small character engraved in intaglio. After a moment of careful examination, Zhang Jing recognized it as the character "赏" (shǎng, meaning reward).

Next, Zhang Jing rummaged through the drawer, found a plastic ruler, and measured the ancient coin. It was about 26mm in diameter.

After putting down the ancient coins, Zhang Jing took out his phone and began searching on the Endless Web. The Endless Web was the largest internet search engine in the Great Zhao Dynasty, similar to Baidu in his previous life, and also the search engine with the highest market share in the entire Eastern Continent.

Because most residents in the slums don't need broadband internet, private internet companies haven't laid network cables there. Therefore, Zhang Jing can't use his computer to access the internet here, as the cost of installing a dedicated line would be prohibitively high. Besides, Zhang Jing hadn't been willing to buy a computer with internet access before.

Here, mobile internet is the only internet access option he can choose. After all, it is a near-first-tier city located in the south of the empire, and even in the slums, there are still base stations from telecommunications companies that can provide coverage.

Perhaps due to its niche nature, Zhang Jing searched online for a long time but couldn't find any specific information about this ancient coin. However, it wasn't entirely fruitless. First, he determined the exact date of the coin. This Hue Thong Pho coin, if all went as expected, should be a coin from the Hue period of the previous dynasty.

Chapter Four: Bizarre Coincidences

Before the Great Zhao Dynasty of this world was the Great Qian Dynasty, a dynasty established by nomads who rose from the northern grasslands. It was also the first unified dynasty established by a foreign tribe in the history of the Eastern Lands of this world. Its founder was a remarkable figure. At its peak, the empire's territory even extended to the western continent. Unfortunately, its rise was swift, and its fall was equally sudden. After just over ninety years, it declined from its zenith, with various warlords rising up. In the end, it was driven back to the northern lands by the founding emperor of this dynasty.

This coin should have been minted during the reign of Emperor Shunhua, the third emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty. As for other information, there is considerable information available about the common Shunhua Tongbao coin, but it is a copper coin, currently valued at approximately 550 Imperial Yuan. No information could be found about the gold version.

However, this did not disappoint Zhang Jing. After all, the more niche an ancient coin is, the more valuable it usually is.

After searching carefully, Zhang Jing finally settled on a website called "Da Zhao Ancient Coin Network". In the collecting circle, ancient coins are generally referred to as ancient coins, and this website is currently the largest ancient coin appraisal and trading website in Da Zhao.

He first took four pictures of the ancient coin carefully under the light, then casually registered a username "sfdfgh" on the website, and then opened a post in its "Appraisal Zone" section: Hue Thong Tho Gold Coin, please help me appraise it.

In addition to the four photos, the post also included the following text: "It was passed down from my ancestors, it's gold. I don't know much about ancient coins, so I'd like to ask you experts how much it's worth?"

After posting this message, there was no immediate result. Zhang Jing put the gold coins in a drawer, but then felt uneasy. He tried storing them in several different places, but still felt uneasy. Finally, he sighed and put them in his wallet. He decided to keep his wallet close to his body for the next few days.

Zhang Jing summoned the wishing book again and looked at it, only to find that it hadn't changed at all; the latest page still only contained the words that had appeared that morning.

My wish: I want to obtain one million Imperial Scrolls, without breaking the law.

It seems that simply obtaining gold coins isn't enough; perhaps the wish won't be fulfilled until I actually receive the money. Zhang Jing thought to himself.

Seeing that it was still early, Zhang Jing stood up, changed into a set of sporty autumn clothes, stuffed his wallet into the inside pocket of his clothes, and went out with his torn clothes.

If this were his past life, he would have thrown away clothes in such a damaged state. However, in this world, he couldn't bear to do that. After all, in this world, it's common for ordinary people to make minor repairs to their clothes. Even if they are beyond repair, they would rather keep them as fabric than throw them away.

However, with Zhang Jing's skills, repairing a tear of this size would be quite difficult for him. Even if he managed to repair it, it would look terrible. Therefore, he decided to go to the tailor shop not far away.

The tailor shop Zhang Jing was looking for was not far away, just a few dozen meters away. The shop was located in a family's house, a typical two-story wooden house in the area, separated by rough wooden planks. Both the ground floor and the attic were only about 2 meters high. The proprietress and her family of five lived in the house; the ground floor was used for business, and the attic was for living.

Zhang Jing stepped inside. In the dimly lit room, a woman was working at a sewing machine. Hearing the noise, she turned around, stood up, bowed slightly, and forced a smile on her aged face: "It's Brother Jing. Do you need anything mended?"

"Sister Yu, I had a bad day going out. I tripped and fell, and now my clothes are all torn. I wanted to ask you to mend them." Zhang Jing said after bowing slightly. This Sister Yu's husband's surname was Yu, and her original surname was Wang. Because she took her husband's surname after marriage, everyone called her Sister Yu or Yu Wangshi.

The proprietress, known as Sister Yu, is a long-time resident here. This tailor shop is her livelihood, and her work is cheap and skillful. Therefore, the surrounding residents will go to her whenever they need to repair their clothes to a higher standard.

"Don't worry, I'll mend it all for you." After opening the clothes and showing them to you briefly, Aunt Yu nodded. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but suddenly covered her mouth with her hand and coughed for a while.

"Aunt Yu, are you alright? You don't look too well," Zhang Jing asked with some concern.

"It's nothing, it's nothing... I'll feel better after drinking some water." After patting her chest and catching her breath, Aunt Yu felt a little better: "It's just an old problem, I have some asthma, it flares up when the seasons change, it's nothing serious."

"I'll leave these with you for now; you can come and pick them up this evening."

"Then I'll take my leave. Sister Yu, you should go to the hospital for a check-up when you have time; your health is important." Zhang Jing cupped his hands in farewell.

After leaving the tailor shop, Zhang Jing deliberately took a detour to the Jiqingfang bus stop to inquire about the situation. When he arrived at the bus stop, he found it crowded with passersby. Squeezing into the crowd, he discovered that a temporary fence had been erected in front of the bus stop, and police officers were patrolling back and forth behind the fence.

The huge pit remained open, and from Zhang Jing's vantage point, he could see some people at the bottom cautiously exploring something with tools. To him, it didn't seem like road construction.

A middle-aged woman was pointing at the large pit and talking to someone nearby. Zhang Jing leaned over and whispered, "What's going on here?"

The woman turned her head and glanced at him, then said, "This bus stop was crushed by a bus that pulled into it not long ago. Later, the road administration came to inspect it and apparently discovered some kind of ancient tomb."

As she spoke, she pointed to the people exploring the pit below: "Look, those must be the archaeological team who came to do a rescue excavation. I heard they are from Southeast University and just arrived."

Due to tradition, grave robbing is taboo in Dazhao and is subject to public condemnation. Therefore, even archaeological activities, under normal circumstances, are avoided, even by professionals, who typically avoid intact ancient tombs, even if they are unclaimed. Rescue excavations are usually only conducted when tombs have been damaged or accidentally exposed. This is likely the situation now. If the descendants of the tomb's occupant are still alive, they can claim the burial goods from the tomb.

After saying a few words, Zhang Jing withdrew from the crowd. He had a general idea of ​​the situation. It seemed that he had accidentally encountered an ancient tomb, and the Shunhua Tongbao coin he had obtained should be one of the burial objects of the ancient tomb.

I wonder how this ancient tomb wasn't discovered when the road was being built... Zhang Jing thought to himself, feeling even more shocked by the almost eerie power of the wishing book.

Chapter Five: A Deal Worth Millions!

In the evening, Zhang Jing went to the tailor shop to pick up his clothes. The tears had been completely repaired, and the clothes had even been washed, dried, and ironed. The previous damage was barely noticeable unless you looked very closely. This had cost Zhang Jing 30 yuan for the repairs.

After a simple dinner, Zhang Jing reopened the "Da Zhao Ancient Coin Network" and clicked on the previous post. To his surprise, he found that his post was trending as a hot topic on the forum, with six pages of comments already.

Excluding the meaningless comments like "first comment," "watching the tycoon," and "gold coins! Rare indeed, waiting for the master to teach...", Zhang Jing saw a reply from a high-level forum ID on the second page:

"Good stuff, look like it's genuine. Hue Thong Coin coins are really rare, it should be a genuine article."

On the third page, another high-level ID replied:

"Emperor Shunhua of the Qianlong reigned for only eight years, a relatively short period, hence the consistently high price of ordinary Shunhua Tongbao coins on the market. This particular coin is a gold coin. If I remember correctly, it was minted to reward his officials upon Emperor Shunhua's ascension to the throne. At that time, the Ministry of Rites minted both gold and silver coins, with the gold coins being especially rare. Historical records state that the molds were destroyed after the coins were minted. The coin in your possession has an antique patina and looks authentic—a fine treasure!"

These two replies were surrounded by numerous casual posts, including many inquiries about prices, and even some asking for Zhang Jing's address to confirm and negotiate the price. Zhang Jing ignored these posts for the time being and continued reading. On the fifth page, a reply from a moderator of the section, with the forum ID "Jiquan Zhaizhu," greatly excited him:

"A rare Hue Thong Coin with the character 'Appreciation' on the reverse, featuring a pagoda design. Fewer than ten are known to exist in China, mostly in museums. One appeared at The Sotheby's Autumn Auction two years ago, selling for 85. Judging from the picture, yours is even slightly better. The patina is natural; a fine piece!"

After that, there were no more valuable posts, mostly just nonsense like "Caught a lurking expert," "Mr. Yunshan has confirmed it, so it must be genuine," and "Learned something new."

In addition, Zhang Jing found four more emails in his website inbox. Upon opening them, he found that three of them were inquiries about the price, while the last one was from the "Master of Jiquan Studio." The email was quite simple, starting with some polite greetings, and then asking if he was willing to sell the gold coin. He was willing to pay one million Imperial Scrolls for it, and then left his phone number.

Zhang Jing thought to himself, "It should be here!"

However, just to be on the safe side, Zhang Jing still searched for "Jiquan Zhaizhu's" past posts and information on the forum. He then discovered that this person not only had a group of fans on the forum, but was also a well-known collector in the ancient coin collecting circle, a director of a provincial ancient coin collecting association. Judging from the photos, he was an elderly man with a scholarly air, and judging from his past posts, he basically answered every question without pretension, hence his excellent reputation.

What pleased Zhang Jing most was that the posts about the old man revealed that he had previously sought to purchase ancient coins from multiple people on the forum, all of which were rare varieties. Judging from the results, these transactions seemed to have been completed smoothly, with no negative comments from either party.

In his previous life, Zhang Jing wouldn't have given much thought to security due to his confidence in the good public order. However, in this life, he felt it was necessary to be cautious. He was quite satisfied with the investigation so far, and after a moment's consideration, Zhang Jing picked up the phone and dialed the number.

After a busy signal, the call connected, and a rather refined-sounding elderly man's voice came from the other end. Zhang Jing briefly introduced himself, and the other party's tone immediately became warm.

The old man introduced himself as Yang Hao, courtesy name Yunshan, from the capital. He seemed quite sincere, speaking very politely. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the conversation turned to the Hue Tong Bao coin. Unlike some buyers who deliberately nitpick to lower the price, the old man made no attempt to hide his fondness for the ancient coin.

Meanwhile, in terms of price, he added 15 to the price at the Forbes auction two years ago, offering 100 million, which is a fairly reasonable price.

According to the old man, if Zhang Jing chooses to bid at the auction house himself, after deducting handling fees and storage fees, Zhang Jing can only get about 85% of the auction proceeds. Even if the market price has increased, it will be at most that price.

Because of his past life's experience, Zhang Jing was familiar with the process of auctioning collectibles and knew that the old man was not deceiving him. Therefore, he no longer hesitated and expressed that he was indeed considering making a purchase, and that he was willing to complete the transaction if Mr. Yunshan was interested.

Both parties were delighted and quickly settled on the details. Since they lived in different cities, they agreed that the older man would first confirm his flight itinerary and fly directly over. Once the specific flight times were confirmed, they would arrange a meeting place. Finally, they exchanged their respective "Qianluo" accounts. "Qianluo" was the most popular mobile chat tool in Dazhao, similar to WeChat in his previous life.

Throughout the entire process, both parties tacitly avoided mentioning the provenance of the collection.

The next morning, Zhang Jing, who had just finished clocking in at work, received a message from the old man on Qianluo. The old man told him that he had booked a flight for noon the next day and that he would arrive at Linzhou International Airport around 15 p.m. Linzhou is the city where Zhang Jing is currently located. It has been an important town for canal transport, a major port in the southeast, and a land of fish and rice since ancient times.

So the two agreed to meet the next afternoon at a four-star hotel called "Jiang'an Star" near the airport, where Zhang Jing would book a room in advance and wait. After the deal was struck, the old man would take a flight that evening directly back home.