Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

That day, when Xiao Huaer was picked up by the housekeeper, he saw many people in the courtyard busy packing something. His father was sitting on the sofa in the main hall, holding a beautiful mandarin duck-eyed Persian cat, looking extremely lazy.

"Little Dad, are you going on a long trip? Are you taking Xiaohua with you?"

Five-year-old Xiaohua is at the age when cats and dogs are disgusted. Before Xiaohua could stretch out her claws to the Persian cat in Huayu's arms, the Persian cat had already jumped down and ran away, leaving Xiaohua on the sofa looking at the missing Persian cat with envy.

"If you act naughty, I'm afraid that Taohuaji will run away when she sees you coming."

Hua Yu quietly sat up straight, embraced Xiaohua, touched his nose and smiled.

"Little Dad, you haven't told me where you're going yet? Are you going to take Xiaohua with you?"

"Little Daddy is going to a mysterious place. That place is too harsh and not suitable for Xiaohua now. I will take Xiaohua there when she is a little older."

Xiaohua knew that he was not Xiaodie's child. It was when his grandfather brought him to Xiaodie to show off that Xiaodie took a fancy to him and kept him. However, Xiaohua always regarded Xiaodie as his biological father.

"Daddy, are you and dad going together? How long will you be gone? Xiaohua will miss you. Remember to write to her or call her when you go out." Xiaohua snuggled up to Hua Yu and said with a somewhat depressed look.

"We're just going out for a few days. We'll call Xiaohua when we get there. I promise to write to her every day!" Hua Yu hugged Xiaohua tightly, giving her enough sense of security.

"So, Xiaohua, you have to cheer up, otherwise you won't be able to play in a while."

When Xiaohua heard the word "play", her eyes suddenly lit up, as if the Milky Way was in her eyes.

"Daddy, where are we going to play?"

"I'll take you to the antique street to test whether your recent studies are solid or not."

When Xiaohua heard that it was a test of his homework, he instantly turned into a salted fish, collapsing in Hua Yu's arms, looking as if he had lost all desire to live.

No matter how reluctant Xiaohua was, Hua Yu still carried her out of the door and headed straight for the antique street.

When the group arrived at the antique street, Xiaohua saw people sitting on both sides of the road. There were a variety of items on a red cloth in front of them. Some were covered with mud and looked old, some were luxurious and low-key without mud, and some were obviously produced not long ago.

"Little Dad, are they all selling antiques like my family?"

"Silly child, what we sell are not antiques but handicrafts, and they are all genuine handicrafts of masters. As for these, it depends on your eyesight, Xiaohua." Hua Yu led Xiaohua forward all the way without stopping on both sides.

The vendors on both sides knew their own little tricks, but if someone said it out loud, wouldn't it disrupt their business? Before the vendors could do anything, they saw a few martial artists following behind the big and small ones, with bulging waists, as if they had weapons.

The small vendors who were originally filled with indignation were now frightened and their faces turned pale. Even the neighbors who usually quarreled with each other were now gossiping and laughing.

"Little Dad, why don't we look here? Then where can we look? They can open a shop here, but they can guarantee that what you buy is authentic, but they can't guarantee that it is from the era they say it is."

"It seems that our Xiaohua has indeed learned well. However, we will not go into the store, but in the square inside."

Hua Yu led Xiao Hua away from the street corner and turned into a dark alley. She slowly said, "Xiao Hua, this antique street also has a hierarchy. The lowest class is those outside. Their things are all purchased from the countryside. There are indeed some real ones, but most of them are fake. They just look at their mouths and the stimulation and deception of the people around them."

"The ones above are a mixture of true and false."

"Above are the shops that run stores, but these shops are also divided into different levels. Some shops are like what I said, with half real and half fake items. You can look and touch as you like, but whether you can buy the real thing depends on your ability. This is the third level."

"Some stores have authentic items, but they are not from the era they are priced at. At this point, it depends on your familiarity with the era and antiques. This is second-rate."

"There are also shops that guarantee authenticity and agency. These are old shops whose ancestors were nobles with titles. After they fell into poverty, they opened shops with their servants. These are first-class."

"Little Dad, is there anything special waiting?"

"Of course there is, but there is no business in that place."

"Ah? There is such a place. What is it?"

"It's the Dragon Kingdom Museum! The items inside are all authentic and valuable."

As they were talking, Hua Yu brought Xiao Hua to a square, which was bustling with people and from time to time one could see some blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign friends.