CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: CAN’T SELL IT? (THREE PARTS)

Qi Yun first demonstrated to Little Yellow Hair: "In this area, tie the magnet tightly to the rope, and throw it down along the unfrozen part to latch on."

Little Yellow Hair imitated him and started tying the rope, his face full of doubt, unable to resist asking, "Qi Bro, what are we here to fish for?"

"A safe box." Qi Yun replied briefly, and then assuredly reminded him, "Don’t stray too far from me, just fish by the shore, and be very careful underfoot, don’t accidentally fall in."

Upon hearing that they were fishing for a safe box, Little Yellow Hair didn’t ask further. He mimicked him to tie the magnet properly, slowly placed it into the water, and began pulling it back and forth.

The two followed Liu Meng’s previous fishing spot, searching all the way down the river.

Half an hour later, they hauled up quite a few things, but they were all small items such as lighters and keychains, except for the elusive safe box.

Qi Yun crouched down, staring at the pile of miscellaneous items on the ground, furrowing his brows.

"Was it washed away by the river?"

But the river wasn’t fast flowing, even if it could wash away a safe box, it shouldn’t have gone far.

Moreover, they had just passed two eddies...

Considering the six hundred yuan he had already spent, Qi Yun naturally had no reason to give up. Immediately, he led Little Yellow Hair around the river dam on the opposite side and fished again.

Still, they came up empty-handed.

In desperation, Qi Yun took out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply, his heart starting to doubt whether the safe box had truly been swept away by the current?

At that moment, Little Yellow Hair suddenly exclaimed from behind, "Qi Bro, I can’t pull it! It seems to have latched onto something heavy!"

Qi Yun’s heart tensed, immediately tossing away the cigarette in his hand and quickly stepping over to Little Yellow Hair’s side.

Reaching out, he forcefully gripped the rope, feeling that heavy pull.

It’s very heavy!

"Steady, let’s pull together, slowly lift it up!" Qi Yun ordered loudly while firmly planting his feet on the ground, leaning back to leverage his own weight to steadily draw it out.

Fortunately, the rope was sturdy enough to withstand without breaking.

Five minutes later, both of them lay exhausted on the ground, panting heavily.

Beside them, a mud-covered and weed-laden safe box silently lay on the ground, its surface still attached with some snails and mussels.

The safe box looked rather old, something quite ordinary that costs around one or two hundred yuan, about the size of a microwave, and due to being submerged in the river for a long time, appeared rusty.

After resting for a moment, Qi Yun took a urea bag from his pocket, shoved the safe box inside, and they returned along the river embankment.

In the backyard of Old Wang’s shop, Little Yellow Hair found a bunch of tools: screwdrivers, pliers, hammers, and axes.

Qi Yun used all his strength, working hard for half the day, finally prying open this old antique.

He crouched down, his heartbeat involuntarily quickening, eagerly peering inside the safe box.

On a damp cloth that had turned somewhat black from the water lay a sealed bag, inside of which was wrapped a finely crafted yellow brocade box.

Qi Yun opened the sealed bag, feeling around a bit, thankfully it hadn’t gotten wet.

As the brocade box lid slowly opened, a Honeycomb Bracelet with a warm hue and unique texture appeared before them.

Under the sunshine, it glowed with a soft luster, clearly valuable.

"Qi Bro, we’ve been busy all day just for this bracelet?" Little Yellow Hair showed no interest in the item, his face filled with disdain.

Qi Yun glanced at Little Yellow Hair without immediately responding, as all his thoughts were on the Honeycomb Bracelet.

He gently picked up the bracelet, placing it in his palm for closer examination, the more he looked, the more extraordinary it seemed, no wonder it’s worth 100,000 yuan.

He immediately took out his phone, snapped a few photos and sent them to Shi Feng, the owner of Qiuyue Pavilion.

While washing his hands, Shi Feng’s call came through.

"Bro, where did you get this Honeycomb Bracelet?" Shi Feng’s voice carried a hint of surprise.

Qi Yun’s lips curved into a slight smile, "Just tell me if you want it."

On the other end, Shi Feng hesitated for a moment before replying, "Of course I want it. From the photos, this bracelet is indeed of excellent quality, should have some years, and holds considerable value.

But I need to see the actual item and assess it properly to give you an exact price."

"Alright, are you at the shop? I’m coming over now to find you."

"I’m heading to the shop now, can be there in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yun patted Little Yellow Hair’s shoulder, "Later, we’re eating at your Meng Bro’s place, are you coming?"

Little Yellow Hair shook his head repeatedly, "I’m not going, if you’re going to Xiaoqin’s house, I’ll consider it."

Qi Yun laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Then I’ll let you know next time, I’m heading out now, once the item is sold, I’ll share the profit with you."

"I don’t want money, just remember to take me for a foot bath." Little Yellow Hair snorted, indifferent.

...

Qi Yun hopped on an electric bike and left Xia Ping Village, heading straight for Shi Feng’s antique shop.

After making several trips back and forth, the biting cold wind blew painfully against his face.

"Earn more money, at least get a proper vehicle."

Riding a bike in Jiang Province’s winter is truly suffering, especially since this place only has summer and winter, so for half the year, riding is quite unpleasant.

Soon, the electric bike stopped in front of Qiuyue Pavilion, where Shi Feng had already prepared hot tea waiting.

After sitting down, exchanging a few pleasantries, Qi Yun took out the brocade box from his pocket and handed it over.

Shi Feng accepted the brocade box, first putting on a pair of white gloves before gently lifting the lid.

The Honeycomb Bracelet emitted a soft, alluring luster under the lights, making Shi Feng’s eyes light up instantly.

He eagerly picked up a magnifying glass, sweeping inch by inch over the Honeycomb Bracelet, from color and texture to craftsmanship, not missing a single detail.

When he reached the third bead, his forefinger suddenly froze.

Inside the bead hole engraved were faintly visible Tibetan characters, naturally embedded in the oxidation layer, not newly carved.

"It’s a fine item, has some years." Shi Feng observed and praised as he examined, "I’ve been in this business for many years, such exquisite Honeycomb Bracelets are truly rare."

Qi Yun calmly sipped tea, did not interrupt, and waited for him to examine thoroughly.

After a long while, Shi Feng put down the magnifying glass, smiled, and spoke, "How much are you planning to sell this for?"

Qi Yun put down the teacup, extended one finger, and said lightly, "100,000 yuan."

Upon hearing the price, the smile on Shi Feng’s face gradually faded, his brows knitted slightly, showing a troubled expression.

"We’re old acquaintances, I’ll be honest with you, this is indeed a premium piece, but this price is rather high, I’m unable to afford it."

Qi Yun quietly watched him, not speaking.

This time, Shi Feng’s expression wasn’t putting on an act, he looked at the Honeycomb Bracelet again in detail.

After assessing it, he sighed, "And this item, unlike others, has value but no market, I don’t have clients for this type, it’s hard to sell."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun’s brows furrowed too, unexpectedly, the item they came for couldn’t be sold?