The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Chen Hao nodded: "We'll talk about it another time."

Qin Xiaoyu smiled, revealing her shallow dimples, and turned to leave.

Her ponytail swayed gently behind her, and her steps were as light and quick as a deer in the mountains.

Chen Siyao escorted her to the elevator, and when she returned, she started gossiping with Yang Wanqing.

"This Qin Xiaoyu is so pretty! And she has such a great temperament, both lively and clean."

Yang Wanqing nodded: "Indeed, like a mountain spirit."

Chen Siyao then looked at Chen Hao: "Brother, what do you think?"

Chen Hao was drinking tea when he heard this and glanced at her.

"What?"

"Qin Xiaoyu! Isn't she pretty?"

Chen Hao said calmly, "It's alright."

"Not bad?" Chen Siyao's eyes widened. "Not bad at all? She's so pretty!"

Chen Hao didn't say anything and continued drinking his tea.

Yang Wanqing laughed from the side: "Yaoyao, don't you understand? In Brother Chen Hao's eyes, beauties are just a matter of 'okay' and 'average'."

Chen Siyao thought about it and agreed, so she stopped asking.

Less than twenty minutes after Qin Xiaoyu left, the doorbell rang again.

Chen Siyao was already numb and ran to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a young man in his early twenties, dressed casually, with an ordinary appearance, but a sunny smile.

"Hello, I'm Wu Tian from the Wu family in Luocheng, and my best buddy with the online name 'I am Ying Zheng'!" he said with a grin.

Chen Siyao paused for a moment, then smiled: "Please come in, please come in!"

Wu Tian walked into the living room, carrying a sandalwood box in his hand.

He spotted Chen Hao immediately, his smile vanished, and he bowed respectfully.

"Master Chen, I am Wu Tian, ​​and I apologize for the intrusion."

Chen Hao nodded: "Have a seat."

Wu Tian sat down on the sofa and opened the sandalwood box.

Inside is a piece of top-grade agarwood, jet black in color, with a delicate and refreshing fragrance.

"Master Chen, this is a small token of my appreciation from my father. Please accept it."

He was usually arrogant and domineering, but this sudden show of respect made him extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and his expression was awkward and stiff, making him look like a spoiled brat forced to perform. Chen Siyao couldn't help but want to laugh.

Chen Hao took it, glanced at it, and nodded.

Wu Tian sat for a while longer, chatted about everyday things, and then tactfully took his leave.

As he reached the door, he turned back, grinning, and said, "Master Chen, if you need anything in the future, just let me know! I'll be there whenever you call!"

Chen Hao nodded.

Wu Tian turned and left.

Chen Siyao closed the door, returned to the living room, and collapsed onto the sofa.

"My goodness, what day is it today? Is it some kind of family team-building event?"

Yang Wanqing counted on his fingers: "The Ye family, the Ying family, the Qin family, the Wu family... all four major families have arrived in one day."

Chen Siyao looked at Chen Hao: "Brother, why did they all come today?"

Chen Hao said calmly, "The news that the winner gave away imperial jade has definitely spread. The other companies didn't want to fall behind, so they rushed over."

Chen Siyao suddenly realized: "So they're afraid of being outdone?"

Chen Hao nodded.

Chen Siyao thought for a moment, then asked, "Brother, you received so many gifts today, aren't you going to give them anything in return?"

Chen Hao glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"They give gifts out of kindness. I accept them to give them face."

Chen Siyao nodded as if she understood.

Late at night.

Yang Wanqing went back to her guest room to sleep, while Yuehen lay on the carpet snoring.

Chen Siyao nestled on the sofa, looking at the mountain of gifts piled up on the coffee table, still marveling at the sight.

"Brother, these people are being way too generous with their gifts! Five hundred million yuan worth of imperial green jade, thousand-year-old lingzhi mushrooms, hundred-year-old ginseng, top-grade agarwood... how much does that cost?"

Chen Hao sat next to her, his expression indifferent.

"fine."

"Not bad?" Chen Siyao's eyes widened. "Five hundred million is not bad?"

Chen Hao glanced at her and took out a small cloth bag from his pocket.

The cloth bag was only the size of a palm, dusty and unremarkable.

"What is this?" Chen Siyao asked curiously.

Chen Hao did not answer, but simply put his hand into the cloth bag.

Then, he pulled something out.

A bronze tripod, about the size of a palm, is simple and heavy, covered with ancient patterns.

Chen Siyao was stunned.

This bag is only the size of a palm, how could it possibly hold a bronze cauldron?

Chen Hao placed the bronze tripod on the coffee table and then reached into his cloth bag.

This time, he took out a scroll of bamboo slips. The yellowed bamboo slips looked like ancient artifacts from thousands of years ago.

Then there were jade discs, jade pendants, jade cong, and some other things that Chen Siyao couldn't name at all.

The coffee table was soon piled up.

"What...what is this?" Chen Siyao stammered.

Chen Hao said calmly, "The Qiankun Bag."

Cosmos bag!

Chen Siyao's eyes widened like saucers: "It's like those Qiankun bags in cultivation novels? They have a space inside?"

Chen Hao nodded.

Chen Siyao reached out to touch the cloth bag; it was dusty, rough to the touch, and unremarkable.

How big is the space inside?

Chen Hao thought for a moment and said, "It's about the size of ten football fields."

Ten football fields!

Chen Siyao almost jumped off the sofa.

"So what's inside?"

Chen Hao reached into the cloth bag and pulled out another item.

It was a piece of jade the size of a fist, pure white, emitting a faint glow.

"What is this?"

"A piece of ten-thousand-year-old warm jade," Chen Hao said calmly. "It was a gift from someone in ancient times."

Chen Siyao took it; it was warm to the touch, like holding a ray of sunshine.

Chen Hao took out another thing.

It was a bead the size of a pigeon egg, entirely golden, with a tiny three-legged bird faintly visible inside.

"What is this?"

"The Golden Crow Pearl," Chen Hao said, "a treasure from Kunlun Ruins, a gift from the Queen Mother of the West."

It was a gift from the Queen Mother of the West!

Chen Siyao has become numb.

Chen Hao continued to scoop it out.

A long sword, entirely black, with ancient runes engraved on its blade, exuding a sharp aura.

A small, fiery red grass, its leaves dancing like flames.

A palm-sized jade pendant with the character "Qin" engraved on the front and the three characters "First Emperor" engraved on the back.

A scroll of bamboo slips, on which are written the five characters "Thirteen Chapters of Military Strategy".

Chen Siyao was stunned when she saw the coffee table piled high with treasures.

"Brother...were these all gifts from others?"

Chen Hao nodded.

"When did it start?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment and said, "It probably started in ancient times."

Ancient times!

Chen Siyao took a deep breath: "So, how much exactly is in your Qiankun bag?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment and said seriously, "I can't remember."

I can't remember!

These four words are more Versailles than any Versailles.

Looking at him, Chen Siyao suddenly realized that her brother was truly profound.

He lived for over ten thousand years, traveled all over China, and met the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han, and the poet Li Bai...

His Qiankun bag contained countless gifts from people, each one priceless.

Today, the things sent by the Ye family, the Ying family, the Qin family, and the Wu family are probably just "okay" in his eyes.

"Brother," she suddenly said.

"Um?"

"Don't you think the gifts these people gave today were actually quite ordinary?"