It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

The two walked home hand in hand. When they entered the house, Xiang Jianguo was stunned when he saw them.

"Xiaotong, Xiaomo, what's going on here...?"

"Uncle, I've taken a liking to Xiaotong and want to marry her. Let's talk about the bride price."

Xiang Jianguo went to bed early last night and didn't drink with everyone, so he didn't know what happened last night.

But he knew how much Chen Mo had helped his family, and he also knew that Chen Mo was a wealthy man and a trustworthy person.

"Huh? So fast?"

"It was love at first sight, there's no way around it."

"Okay, okay, I'm at ease entrusting Xiaotong to you. As for the bride price, just give a symbolic amount; the main thing is to treat Xiaotong well."

"Okay, then give me an account."

Xiang Jianguo took out a card.

Chen Mo kept only tens of thousands for emergencies, and transferred the rest to Xiang Jianguo.

He started complaining inwardly.

It even has a system now, isn't this supposed to be a wish-fulfillment story?

Can't you just give me a rich woman to be my wife?

Are you insisting that I pay the bride price myself?

This system is so stingy.

At this moment, Xiang Nan pushed a wheelchair out of the house.

He must have heard the noise; his wheelchair stopped at the bedroom door, and he braced himself against the doorframe with one hand.

"Xiao Mo, thank you."

"Thank me my ass! You think I agreed because of you? To tell you the truth, when I said I couldn't forget Zhao Siman, it was just an excuse." Chen Mo curled his lip.

"The real reason is that I don't want to get married so early. Damn it, I've only just made my fortune and haven't even had a chance to enjoy it yet, and now I'm going to be entering the grave of marriage."

"Fortunately, Xiaotong is beautiful, so I'm not at a loss at all. Tomorrow, I'll go with Xiaotong to get our marriage certificate, and then I'll have my parents come over for a meal."

To put Xiang Nan at ease, he had to act as genuinely as possible.

"You little rascal, you have such a big mouth..."

Xiang Nan turned and went into the house, rocking his wheelchair.

Chen Mo didn't stay any longer, waved his hand and left.

As soon as he came downstairs, Xiang Jianguo handed the card to Xiang Tong.

"Xiaotong, go check how much Xiaomo's betrothal gift is, and use it to help with household expenses."

"Okay, Dad, there's an ATM nearby."

Xiang Tong immediately went out and quickly arrived at a nearby ATM. She inserted her card, entered her PIN, and upon seeing the numbers inside, tears welled up in her eyes.

25 million.

Their fruit shop couldn't earn this much in two years.

She knew that this was Chen Mo's money for her brother's medical treatment.

"Brother Chen, I can't repay you. I can only offer myself to you in return."

She ran home and told them how much money she had, which startled Xiang Jianguo and Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan almost couldn't breathe, but there was a hint of relief and peace in his eyes.

"Haha, that kid really wants to marry Xiaotong, that's great, I'm relieved."

"Brother, let's go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Screw you, even if I really got better, I wouldn't earn that much money in my entire life. Besides, I'm destined not to get better."

He wheeled himself into the house and closed the door.

"Goodbye, Xiaoyu!" A hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

……

At this moment, Chen Mo was driving his BYD Han around the city center, intending to make money by using his mind-reading abilities.

He originally wanted to go to the BYD 4S store he had visited before, because he knew a fair amount about cars and thought they would be good at selling them.

But I want to compare it with other industries that have relatively low barriers to entry and high commission rates.

For example, houses and luxury goods.

He parked his car in the underground parking garage of Parkson, the most luxurious shopping mall in the city center, and took the elevator up to the first floor.

However, some jewelry and luxury goods stores are hiring.

"System, why aren't you responding? Your host is about to go to work, don't you feel ashamed?"

[Ding dong. 】

Chen Mo paused in his steps.

[Congratulations, host! Your fourth offspring has been born and has survived for a full month in good health.]

[Reward: 10 RMB in cash, with legal and traceable source of funds. Random skill lottery in progress...]

"Holy crap, it's here!"

Chen Mo stared intently at the system screen in front of him, which was visible only to him.

The lottery icon on the screen spun rapidly before finally stopping with a "ding".

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Fragment 2/10 of the God-level skill "Eye of X-ray Vision". Collect all 10 fragments to synthesize "Eye of X-ray Vision".]

[Given the host's diligent efforts in producing four offspring in a short period, a critical reward is given. You have obtained: a photographic memory and a super-sharpening intelligence report.]

"System, what I want is the reward for curing Xiang Nan, like a future super recovery potion or something. Isn't that available?"

Chen Mo refused to give up.

[Please keep up the good work, host! Marry a wife and concubines, and have many children and much happiness!]

He resigned himself to his fate and received the ability to remember everything he saw. Instantly, his mind became clear, as if a window had been opened.

At the same time, he opened the "super bargain-hunting intelligence".

A line of text popped up on the screen, along with a blurry photo. The photo showed a plainly framed painting with an old frame and yellowed paper.

[Information: This afternoon, an elderly man from the countryside will set up a stall in front of "Jubaozhai" on Ningcheng Antique Street to sell a batch of old items, including a fake painting priced at 2000 yuan. The painting contains a hidden image, with the inner layer being a genuine Ming Dynasty work.]

He turned and walked towards the elevator.

Why go to any shopping mall or look for any job? Go to the antique street first.

Ningcheng Antique Street is located in the old city. It is a narrow bluestone road lined with shops selling calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, copper coins, and old furniture.

On weekends, it gets crowded with elderly people carrying cloth bags to hunt for bargains, and occasionally wealthy people driving luxury cars come looking for rare items.

He parked his car and, following the system's instructions, turned into a side alley at the very back of the antique street.

Jubaozhai is located at the entrance of the alley. The shop is not large, and there is a faded plaque hanging at the door.

Sure enough, an old man was squatting at the bottom of the steps outside the shop.

The old man looked to be in his seventies. There was a snakeskin bag spread out at his feet, with a few things scattered on it.

A thread-bound book missing its cover, a chipped blue-and-white porcelain bowl, a few copper coins covered in green rust, and a crudely mounted old picture frame.

The frame contains a peony painting, which is quite well done. There is a seal in the lower left corner, but the inscription is blurry.

Chen Mo squatted down, picked up the picture frame, and examined it from all angles.

He couldn't understand anything.

"Sir, how much is this painting?"

The old man looked up at him, a hint of expectation in his cloudy eyes, "Two thousand."

Chen Mo trusted the system and directly paid for the painting.

A hint of regret flashed in the old man's eyes, but Chen Mo had already walked away.

Chen Mo, carrying the painting, turned out of the side alley and entered the main street of the antique street.

He found the shop with the largest storefront, whose signboard read "Rongbaoxuan" in gold lettering.

Inside the shop, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was sitting behind a rosewood table brewing tea, with a young servant standing beside him. Seeing Chen Mo enter carrying an old painting, the servant gave him a once-over.

"Sir, what would you like to see?"

"I'm not looking, I'm selling paintings."

Chen Mo placed the picture frame on the table.

The middle-aged man put down the teapot, picked up the picture frame, glanced at it, and curled his lips downwards.

"Young man, this peony painting is a Republic-era imitation, and even the imitation quality is mediocre. You can find plenty of these kinds of paintings on the antique street. Rongbaoxuan doesn't accept this kind of thing."

Chen Mo glanced at the middle-aged man and said calmly, "If you don't know the business, let someone who does talk to me. Otherwise, you'll make a fool of yourself and make yourselves look unprofessional."

He doesn't know anything, but as long as he's confident enough, he can fool people.

The waiter next to him turned cold. "Dude, do you know who owns this shop?"

"Zhou Wenxuan is the vice president of the Provincial Collectors Association and the foremost expert in calligraphy and painting appraisal in Ningcheng. This gentleman is Lin Xianglong, a student of Master Zhou and our shop's calligraphy and painting appraisal expert. I can tell that these cheap street vendor items are fake, let alone him!"

Lin Xianglong put the picture frame back on the table, picked up his teacup, and gestured for the guest to leave.

Chen Mo wasn't angry; instead, he smiled and said, "It's a fake painting, but I'm not talking about this one."

Lin Xianglong's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Mo pointed to the picture frame, "There's a painting within a painting, you understand? There's another layer underneath this peony painting."