28: Chapter 28 Danger

Han Jingyang squinted for a long time before he could recognize that it was indeed Old Shen's daughter.

What was her name again?

Shen Lele?

Just then, Liu Jing, who was holding the ladder, saw Han Jingyang return and quickly greeted him: "Boss, I tried to stop her, but I couldn't."

Han Jingyang nodded slightly: "Let her keep wiping."

"Huh?"

Han Jingyang didn't say anything more and went straight into the shop, took out the box Old Hu had given him, and opened it.

Inside was actually a statue of guan gong.

Was the statue of guan gong part of a set with the compass?

However, his Appraisal Technique did react; it was a treasure.

Han Jingyang held the statue of guan gong and examined it for a while before appraising it.

This statue of guan gong was over twenty centimeters tall, carved in the round with relatively simple knife work and a bold, freehand style, but the modeling was very fierce with great momentum, and the face was quite domineering; the creative level was top-notch.

The material was still boxwood, and the patina was oily with faint traces of smoke, indicating strong incense offerings.

The era was also clearly from the mid-Qing Dynasty, which meant it was highly likely to be a complete set with the compass and other props.

With this quality, this era, this carving skill, and this material, this statue could easily sell for over one hundred thousand.

Of course, it would definitely be worth more than that now.

He wouldn't sell it even if a zero were added to the price.

"Name: Qing Jiaqing Boxwood Standing statue of guan gong."

"Grade: Five."

"Attribute: Majesty +9."

"Skill: Guan Gong Possession."

What was "Majesty" for?

Han Jingyang didn't know, but it wasn't important; what mattered was this skill.

Guan Gong Possession.

It sounded very awesome.

If it were truly possible to summon Guan Gong to possess him as depicted in some movies and TV shows, then the value of this statue of guan gong would be immeasurable.

It could directly increase combat effectiveness, what did that mean?

It could save lives.

If he stretched his imagination a bit, if he sold it to a fighter, and the fighter summoned Guan Gong Possession before getting into the ring, wouldn't they win championships until their hands went soft?

What would a fighting star who won championships until their hands went soft mean in the country?

It would mean fame, traffic, and unlimited revenue; even just endorsements would be enough to keep their hands busy.

It was a pity that he didn't have the channels or connections in that area for the time being, so he couldn't make it work.

Moreover, the skill's cooldown was also a problem.

But regardless, this statue of guan gong was definitely the second best treasure in his hands.

The first?

Of course, it was the compass.

That compass was too important to him; it felt like it was tailor-made for him, a perfect match for his Grandmaster-level Appraisal Technique.

Unfortunately, the level was a bit low, only Grade 5.

If it were a top-tier item of Grade 1 or 2, that would be even better—a piece of equipment he could use until he retired.

But it didn't matter; there were countless Feng Shui masters in history, and each of them had one or more compasses, so some must have been passed down. If he searched carefully, he would definitely find a better one.

Even if he couldn't find a better one, it didn't matter; this set of Grade 5 items was enough for now.

Han Jingyang carried the statue of guan gong around the shop, found a suitable spot to place it, and watched as the green aura emitted by the statue of guan gong spread evenly, reaching a balance with the other auras, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Actually, he was still a little dissatisfied; this statue of guan gong was good in every way, except that its size was too large to carry around, so it could only be placed in the shop or at home as an ornament.

If it could be carried around, the value of this statue of guan gong would be even higher.

Liu Jing poked her head out from inside: "Boss, did you find another good thing?"

"Yeah, a statue of guan gong. I'll order a shrine later to house Lord Guan, and keep up the daily offerings and incense."

"Alright, there's one right down the street. I'll measure the dimensions and send them to the owner."

"You know them?"

"Boss, I've been working here for half a year. Is it strange that I know a few people on the street? You know me, I love making friends the most."

Fine, Liu Jing, with her big mouth, was indeed better at socializing than him.

He had been running the shop for half a year and knew fewer than ten neighbors.

But the new friends Liu Jing knew definitely exceeded one hundred. She could chat with people for a long time just while going out to buy a meal, and her mouth couldn't stay idle wherever she went.

As they were talking, Liu Jing poked Han Jingyang's arm and gestured with her chin towards Shen Lele outside the door: "Boss, that's enough of a lesson. We can find professionals to clean it later."

Han Jingyang sneered: "People have to be responsible for their own actions. Either she doesn't come, or she sees it through to the end. There's no such beautiful thing as just putting on a show and calling it quits."

"But it's really hard to clean."

"That's not my concern. If it's not clean in one day, then two days; if not in two days, then three. Of course, if she doesn't want to clean it, she can leave now. It's not like I asked her to come."

"It shouldn't be a problem to give her some water, right?"

"You decide."

"Hehe, I knew the boss wasn't really cold-hearted."

Liu Jing took a bottle of chilled Sprite and ran out, dragging and pulling Shen Lele down, and they squatted at the entrance of the shop to drink it together.

Liu Jing was whispering something, and she didn't seem to stop.

Shen Lele was full of reluctance, only answering occasionally, and her gaze towards Han Jingyang was quite unfriendly.

Han Jingyang didn't indulge her and glared back every time.

A brat hanging out in that kind of circle just needed to be disciplined.

Things like adolescent rebellion, psychological health, and interest guidance were all nonsense; a few good lessons would solve everything.

Besides, he had no relation to this brat, so he didn't need to take care of her.

Even Old Shen didn't dare to give him attitude, let alone Old Shen's daughter.

At 5:30, he got up and left: "I'm going back first. Lock the shop door when you leave."

Liu Jing nodded quickly: "Boss, watch out on the road, and please give my regards to Xinxin."

Xinxin, Han Jingyang's younger sister, Han Jingxin.

Today was the weekend, and school ended at 5:30. Han Jingyang went to pick up his sister every week at this time.

Han Jingyang drove away from Yingxiong Mountain straight to Jigang High School.

Jigang was one of the better high schools in Quancheng. His sister's grades were barely passing, and it was only because his father was considered part of Jigang that she was able to get in.

From Yingxiong Mountain to Jigang High School, if one went through the city center, it would be very congested at this time, so he always took the ring road.

He drove through the overpass, moving slowly with the flow of traffic.

But just at that moment, he suddenly heard the dull roar of an engine, and he could feel the low-frequency vibration even while sitting in the car.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and saw a dump truck rushing over from the side road.

Through the car window, he could see the driver's ferocious face.

In that instant, his mind went blank.

"Thud—"

A dull sound.

The dump truck crashed heavily into the outer side of the overpass.

Broken concrete blocks came crashing down with a "clatter".

Pedestrians nearby screamed and fled in all directions.

Car owners abandoned their vehicles directly.

Han Jingyang was startled by the sound of falling rocks on the sunroof. His hands and feet were so numb he could barely move. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths before regaining the ability to move. He slowly pushed the door open and got out, looked up at the large dent in the bridge deck caused by the dump truck, and then touched the Lotus Flower Fairy pendant around his neck.

The overpass had saved his life.

He was lucky.

But where did this good luck come from?

The cracks on the Lotus Flower Fairy pendant silently told the story of the danger that had just occurred.

Turning Misfortune into Blessing.

So that was it.