[I have a bad feeling about this]
[Zhang San... danger~]
[Good heavens, we were promised a tomb-robbing show, why did it turn into antique appraisal.]
Countless people were discussing outside the interrogation room, and Zhang Tian's remark "not allowed" attracted widespread attention.
"Little, Little Master Zhang, is there something wrong with my jade pendant?"
Zhang San's voice trembled slightly. Zhang Tian's sudden outburst had genuinely startled him.
"Look, your jade is quite interesting. Other Guanyins are either entirely green or entirely white. Yours is different. It's one thing that the jade vase is white,"
"but only the Guanyin's head is green. Brother, may I ask where you got this jade?"
Zhang Tian placed the jade on the ground, his expression peculiar.
Zhang San scratched his head.
Actually, he, Zhang San, was not just a guide.
He was also a professional "pickpocket." His hands were so fast that he could steal something from someone's pocket in an instant.
This jade was stolen from the pocket of a foreigner.
He thought it was beautiful and had been wearing it ever since.
"Little Master Zhang, it's from my family, a family heirloom."
Zhang San said this with a straight face.
"A family heirloom? Then it's nothing. By the way, do you think your son resembles you?"
Zhang Tian suddenly asked.
"Yes, he looks exactly like me!"
"However, I feel I don't look much like my father."
Zhang Tian scratched his head and spoke softly.
The people around also started discussing.
"That's right, Zhang San never looked like his father since he was a child. His father is 1.8 meters tall, but Zhang San is only 1.6 meters."
"Haha, Zhang San, could there be something wrong with you?"
"Huh, with Little Master Zhang saying that, I feel like things are getting interesting."
The crowd buzzed with discussion, and Zhang San also sensed something was amiss.
"Little Master Zhang, what do you mean?"
"It's nothing. It's just that wearing this is not allowed. Come, tell me your birthdate, and I'll cast a fortune for you."
Zhang Tian waved his hand, not wanting to dwell on the topic.
He didn't want to cause trouble within Zhang San's family.
"Oh, my birthdate is..."
Zhang San then stated his birthdate, and Zhang Tian's expression changed.
"Boss, this is incredible! Not only is the Guanyin green, but his birth chart is the greenest of all."
Hu Bayi looked at Zhang Tian's divination and couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up.
Fatty couldn't understand and could only observe from the side.
To be honest, Zhang Tian was also a little surprised by the divination. The horse star was Shen, the peach blossom star was Mao, the day's prosperity was Hai, and the house was in decline.
This was clearly a case of "The peach trees are in bloom."
"Uh, Zhang San, your divination is quite interesting. How about this, take your jade pendant home, don't question your wife, and be kind to your parents."
Zhang Tian patted Zhang San's shoulder with a look of sympathy.
Zhang San scratched his head.
"Little Master Zhang, what do you mean? Is my Guanyin really worthless?"
Zhang San was still concerned about the money.
"It's probably worth fifty yuan, but no one would dare to buy it."
Zhang Tian thought for a moment and said.
"Fifty yuan? That's not bad, Little Master Zhang. Why don't you take it? I'll be very grateful."
Zhang San's eyes gleamed, and he quickly spoke.
Zhang Tian's face darkened. Didn't this guy realize he didn't want the thing?
"I think this suits you, so I won't snatch it away."
Zhang Tian said, waving his hand. Zhang San quickly got up, thanked him profusely, and then hurried away.
Meanwhile, outside Panjiayuan, Wu Tianzhen and Fatty were walking towards it.
Fatty's hand was still bandaged, injured by a zombie last time and not yet healed.
"Tianzhen, why are we here?"
Fatty was a bit depressed. Wasn't it good to lie in the hospital bed?
He could have pretty nurses massaging him, which was great.
"To see if we can find any bargains. I know why our tomb raiding was so difficult before. It's because we didn't have the right equipment."
Wu Tianzhen said seriously, his eyes gleaming with a certain light.
He had initially wanted to check at an antique shop to see if Zhang Tian was the same Zhang Tian from the underwater tomb, but then he decided to come here first to see if there were any bargains to be found.
"Tianzhen, you know how to appraise antiques?"
Fatty was surprised, his eyes lighting up.
"I didn't before, but I do now."
Wu Tianzhen said, leading Fatty into Panjiayuan.
Wu Tianzhen planned to rely on his intuition to buy. Before, at Zhang Tian's place, he had felt the aura of the jade pendant.
He could do it now too.
"Hey? Tianzhen, look, there are a lot of people gathered over there."
Suddenly, Fatty pointed at the crowd not far away, looking surprised.
"Let's go and see."
Wu Tianzhen, with curiosity, walked over without hesitation.
At this moment, Zhang Tian was calculating for the second person. Zhang Tian found that this method was much more efficient.
Through the fate of different people, Zhang Tian could master many techniques.
"Peh, what Little Master Zhang, what nonsense is he talking about?"
At this moment, Zhang San, holding his jade pendant, walked down the street looking angry.
Of course, the audience couldn't see this scene.
He had thought his jade pendant was worth at least several hundred yuan, but now it was worthless, and he had been cursed by Zhang Tian.
Zhang San was somewhat displeased.
He ran home at full speed.
At Zhang San's home, his father, grandfather, and even his wife were all present.
Zhang San's family was considered harmonious, and they lived a relatively peaceful life.
"You're back!"
Zhang San's wife spoke when she saw him return.
"Mm."
Zhang San grunted and looked at the child in his wife's arms. Now, no matter how he looked at it, the child didn't look like him.
"Where's my dad?"
"He's in the room chatting with Grandpa."
Zhang San's wife replied.
Zhang San nodded and slowly walked into the room. He wanted to ask why he was so short.
Inside, Zhang San looked at his father and mother.
"Dad, why am I so short? Everyone says I'm not your child!"
"Son, who said that? I'll go and beat him to death."
Zhang San's father became furious upon hearing this and slammed the table, standing up.
However, there was a flicker of evasion in his eyes, lacking confidence.
Zhang San, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed.
"Mom, am I really not your biological child?"
Zhang San suddenly looked at his mother, his tone serious and firm. His mother hesitated to speak.
For a moment, Zhang San felt like he had been struck by lightning.
"Doesn't your father not look like your grandfather? So many years have passed, can't we just let it go?"
Just as Zhang San was about to cry, his mother suddenly spoke.
Instantly, Zhang San's father looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
He suddenly looked at his own father.
"Dad, everyone has always said I'm taller than you all. Am I really not your biological son!"
Zhang Father looked at his old father.
The old father remained silent, but the old mother shook her head.
The next moment, the air became heavy.
Zhang San was stunned.
His son wasn't his, he wasn't his father's son, and his father wasn't his grandfather's son.
Looking at the Guanyin with the green head in his hand, Zhang San no longer thought about money. He wished he could throw the thing as far away as possible.
Meanwhile, at the fortune-telling stall.
Wu Tianzhen's arrival made the crowd part a path for him.
When he saw the person setting up the stall, Wu Tianzhen was dumbfounded.
"Little Master Zhang!"
Wu Tianzhen exclaimed.