Chapter: 5577

Long Shengzi had only one personal item throughout his life, which was the wooden sword bestowed upon him by the English lord. The wooden sword contained attack abilities within its array.

Aside from that, he essentially had no other assets.

So when he realized that the man approaching him also had a personal item in hand, his heart leapt with excitement right to his throat!

He then stopped in his tracks and quietly observed the other person.

At this moment, Zhao Laozi was not aware of an old man lurking nearby, watching him.

The old man was working hard because if he held up the sign at the airport for just one day, he could earn a decent income. This income was even greater than what he made selling antiques on the street.

As for the sign in his hand, it read "Meeting Mr. Chen Jiawei" in big characters. He didn't know who Chen Jiawei was and didn't want him to arrive too soon. If they could continue this business for another month, he could take a break at home for the next four months.

When Long Shengbo observed Zhao Laozi for a moment, he drew a conclusion: this person was not well-versed in spiritual energy, and it wasn't just because he didn't sense any changes from the other party's aura. More importantly, Zhao Laozi was too ordinary, with an air of petty merchant about him, which was completely unlike someone who was knowledgeable about spiritual energy.

So Long Shengbo inferred that this person should not know what was in his hand - actually, a magical artifact!

Thinking about this, he began to consider the possibility of using this magical artifact.

Then, he pretended to look around and came up to Zhao Laozi's side, only to ask him: "Young fellow, would you mind telling me how I should get to the city center?"

Zhao Laozi turned back to look at him, saw an unremarkable old man, and said with a tone of disdain: "What do you need to ask for? You can take a taxi, subway, or airport bus - which one won't reach the city area?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Long Shengbo replied to Zhao Laozi's attitude, which was very unsatisfactory, but he didn't show any anger, because this only confirmed his judgment about Zhao Laozi.

So he smiled and said: "No need to hide, young fellow. I'm here in Jinling for the first time, unfamiliar with the place, and my eyesight isn't very good either, so I might get lost sometimes."

As he spoke, he took out a 100-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Laozi's face, saying: "This is just a small token of goodwill. If you're willing, please tell me which transportation method would be faster?"

Zhao Laozi originally didn't want to pay attention to this old man, but when he saw the other party take out a 100-yuan bill and change his attitude, he immediately brightened up.

He smiled and took the 100 yuan from Long Shengbo's hand, then said straightforwardly: "The subway is definitely the fastest. However, it's already past 10 o'clock now, and the early peak hours have passed. Taking a taxi to the city center would take about half an hour, which is faster than the subway. Since you don't mind spending money, why not take a taxi?"

"Oh!" Long Shengbo bowed slightly and said with a smile: "Thanks for your kindness, young master!"

"Ah, yes." Zhao Laozi replied, stuffing the hundred-yuan bill into his pocket.

In his mind, if he didn't quickly put this money away, that old guy might still ask him to return it.

Long Shengbo took advantage of the moment to point at the jade ring on his right thumb and asked curiously: "Young master, I see your ring is quite nice. Do you know how much it's worth?"

Zhao Laozi also knew something about antiques, although he usually made a living by cheating people. However, he had some discernment, so he casually said: "This ring is from the Qing dynasty and doesn't come cheap. The market price would be around several thousand yuan."

Long Shengbo didn't know much about antiques in his daily life, so he curiously asked him: "What does 'zhong wan' mean?"

Zhao Laozi replied: "Zhong wan is just the middle digit, fluctuating between 50,000 and 100,000. It's not too high or low."

"Haha." Long Shengbo smiled and said: "You seem to know so much about antiques, must be doing business in that field?" JrNovels.com