After signing the contract and getting those hundred acres of land in hand.

Chen Yiyang received a message relayed by Natasha from Gena along with a sum of one million.

Gena's intention was that the previous million given to Chen Yiyang was for his hard work, and now this million is a commission for helping to introduce electric motorcycle orders.

If Chen Yiyang could find stable trading channels for Gena in the future, Gena would be willing to pay Chen Yiyang two hundred thousand as a reward for every completed ten-million-dollar order.

This price was quite decent.

Chen Yiyang only needed to make initial connections, and later he could earn money effortlessly.

So Chen Yiyang asked Natasha to tell Gena to first ship this current batch, and to wait for further updates on the rest.

In the afternoon, Chen Yiyang went to the airport to pick up Zhang Yida.

Zhang Yida came to West Capital to deliver a film investment contract to Chen Yiyang.

Gong Fan had already signed the contract, but Chen Yiyang hadn't signed it yet.

Originally, Chen Yiyang planned to go to the Imperial Capital in the near future to sign the contract.

But now, due to this matter, he had no time.

He could only have Zhang Yida fly over with the contract.

After signing two copies of the contract, Chen Yiyang kept one copy and gave the other to Zhang Yida, asking him to take it to the Imperial Capital for Gong Fan.

After a busy day, Chen Yiyang rested for a while in the evening.

He checked the time.

It was eleven at night.

So he drove to the Ghost Market.

It was a familiar Ghost Market.

And a familiar stall number sixteen.

Still the same vendor.

The stall had only one item on display.

Chen Yiyang squatted down to take a look, and it was indeed an antique silver bottle from the Middle East.

Perhaps due to the previous two selling experiences, this time the vendor set a much more reasonable price.

The antique silver bottle was priced at ten thousand yuan.

So Chen Yiyang squatted down to bargain with the vendor.

This vendor had a good memory and remembered that Chen Yiyang had bought something from him before.

So the vendor insisted on a price of eight thousand yuan.

But Chen Yiyang was only willing to offer one thousand.

After a long standoff, Chen Yiyang walked away, leaving the stall.

At a corner of the Ghost Market, Han Bingbing was already waiting.

This journalist was fully equipped tonight.

Wearing thick overalls, with something like pepper spray in her pocket.

"Where's the hidden camera?" Chen Yiyang asked after observing.

"I don't know how to use such things, it's illegal, you know."

"Don't pretend in front of me." Chen Yiyang looked at her chest, suspecting the camera was there.

"Don't look around, actually, it's here." Han Bingbing sensed Chen Yiyang's gaze and quickly pointed to her clavicle.

There hung a flower-shaped accessory.

Chen Yiyang reached out and touched it, indeed feeling a hard lump.

This should be a small spy camera. Public use and sale are, of course, illegal.

But later, as long as Han Bingbing claimed to have recorded the video with her phone, there'd be no issue.

No one would make a fuss over it.

"Everything's ready." Chen Yiyang told Han Bingbing what he needed her to do.

"There's a stall over there selling a silver bottle. You go over and tell the seller that you want to buy it. Try to negotiate the price to within five thousand yuan.

After you buy it, request to pay via WeChat. Scan their payment code, then take the item and leave. Simple as that."

"Urban antique bargain news? Doesn't seem very explosive."

"The explosive part comes later, just go do it first."

So Han Bingbing went to stall number sixteen as Chen Yiyang described.

The stall owner was hesitating whether to sell the silver bottle at the one thousand yuan offered by Chen Yiyang earlier.

Unexpectedly, a naive-looking Han Bingbing appeared.

After some bargaining, Han Bingbing bought the silver bottle for four thousand five hundred yuan.

Because Han Bingbing didn't seem like an insider who would carry cash for transactions.

So the vendor reluctantly provided a QR code image for Han Bingbing to scan for payment.

"The task is done, now tell me what's going on." Han Bingbing asked Chen Yiyang after bringing back the antique silver bottle.

"This thing is an antique from around the ninth century AD." Chen Yiyang pointed at the silver bottle in Han Bingbing's hand.

"Isn't that extremely valuable?!" Han Bingbing's pupils widened.

"Even though it was just dug out from a tomb, it's still a foreign item. If you try to sell it abroad, I'm not sure if it's legal."

"You said it was only recently excavated?"

"Indeed." Chen Yiyang shared his suspicion with Han Bingbing.

In the ninth century AD, the Central Plains were under the Great Tang.

The Middle East was in the thriving period of the Arab Empire.

There was frequent trade exchange between the two sides. So finding Middle Eastern antiques in West Capital is normal.

However, since these things were dug out from a tomb, it indicates that the identity of the tomb's owner is quite worth researching.

The average person wouldn't use Middle Eastern artifacts as burial objects.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Han Bingbing regretted immensely.

"If I had told you earlier, would you have tried to glean information during the transaction?"

"Yes, maybe I could have found something out."

"These people are very cautious. If I really told you the truth, they would probably walk away after a few words. How do you identify someone through a WeChat transaction?"

"Are you saying, call the police?"

"Yes, report to the police, but we also need to cover this for the news. You should go back early tonight, and tomorrow I'll take you to meet someone."

"Do you think I'm going to let you leave tonight?"

Han Bingbing aggressively grabbed Chen Yiyang, "You're the one who needs something from me now, right? Are you going to pay a little price?"

"Sister, actually, my sexual orientation is towards men." Chen Yiyang quickly said.

"Even if your orientation were power poles today, I'd still have my way with you."

Han Bingbing didn't give Chen Yiyang a chance to say anything else and directly took him to a hotel.

The next morning when Chen Yiyang woke up, he glanced at his phone.

Today's tip, Ancient Egyptian Stone Tablet: A small sale is happening at House 7246 on Nanyang Street, Weiyang District, West Capital City. You can go now to purchase a tablet from the Fifth Dynasty of Ancient Egypt.

An Ancient Egyptian stone tablet?

Chen Yiyang thought of what that Egyptian girl Isis had said to him before.

It seemed like she also mentioned a tablet last time.

So Chen Yiyang patted Han Bingbing beside him.

But Han Bingbing was sleeping soundly.

So Chen Yiyang had no choice but to get up himself, got dressed, and drove to the place mentioned in the tip.

This place initially seemed to be a shop.

But when Chen Yiyang went inside, he found that it seemed to have been converted into a small exhibition room displaying various presumably antique collections.

"Are you here to buy something too?" A middle-aged man nearby noticed Chen Yiyang's arrival and started a conversation.

"Yes." Chen Yiyang nodded.

"This old man was a collector while he was alive. Who knew that as soon as he died, his son immediately sold all his collected items." The middle-aged man was examining a painting while chatting casually.

Chen Yiyang understood how this small sale came about.

The owner of this place was a veteran collector who had collected many items in the past.

Although most were half-real and half-fake, the collection was still rich.

So much so that they bought this shop to store his collections.

No sooner had the old man passed away than his son couldn't wait to bring out the old man's collection for sale.

A significant portion, whose authenticity and value could be confirmed, was entrusted to an auction house.

The rest were just for amusement level collections, with authenticity unknown, and the value depended entirely on one's judgment.

Chen Yiyang quickly found the stone tablet mentioned in the tip.

It was a stone tablet about fifty centimeters in length and width, engraved with some patterns and hieroglyphs.

The item looked quite real.

The source wasn't hard to guess; it obviously came from Ancient Egypt.

But having Middle Eastern and Roman antiques in a city like West Capital wasn't unusual.

Suddenly having an Ancient Egyptian antique appear.

It was unthinkable.

So no one considered this tablet to be genuine.

"How much is this thing?" Chen Yiyang asked the manager about the price of the stone tablet.

"Let me check." The manager wasn't the son of the collector but someone hired.

He checked the price his boss set before speaking.

"Ten thousand yuan."

"Five thousand." Chen Yiyang offered a counter price.

"Fine."

Eh?

Chen Yiyang realized he had set his bid too high.

"Haha, I bet you could counterfeit this stone tablet for a few hundred yuan. Indeed, five thousand is way too high."

The middle-aged man who had noticed the scene over here laughed.

Chen Yiyang could only admit his bad luck.

After all, in this business, you have to honor the price you offer.

So he got out his phone and scanned the code to make the payment.

With the stone tablet in hand, Chen Yiyang first went back home to store it safely.

Then returned to the hotel.

By this time, Han Bingbing was already awake.

Sitting alone at the small table in the hotel room, sulking.

"I thought you were the kind of scumbag who disappears after putting on pants and running away once you're done."

"Sister, get it straight. Last night you were the one who got on me; my waist almost got crushed by you." Chen Yiyang righteously recounted what happened last night.

"Am I that heavy?" Han Bingbing was very sensitive about Chen Yiyang implying she was fat.

"Enough, let's eat and then head out. We still need to meet someone today. Remember to bring that antique silver bottle."

Chen Yiyang knew that Han Bingbing was a wild horse type. You could just ride and let go.

So he didn't bother with any sweet talk.

Han Bingbing didn't mind much either.

After putting on light makeup, she took the antique silver bottle and went with Chen Yiyang to a place.

Beiyi Auction House in West Capital.

Upon entering with Han Bingbing, Chen Yiyang told the receptionist, "I'm here to see Isis, we have an appointment."

"Ms. Isis is waiting for you in the guest room." The receptionist guided Chen Yiyang and Han Bingbing to the guest room.

Isis was initially quite happy to see Chen Yiyang coming to see her.

But when she noticed the intimate woman Chen Yiyang brought along, her face dropped.

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