Chapter 6: My temple is too small to accommodate you bastards

The item she was holding was indeed blue-and-white porcelain.

The mouth of the vase showed some patina, and it did have some age, but it was a pre-liberation fake.

Some of the glaze had already fallen off, and it wasn’t worth much.

“Comrade, I’m sorry, I’m just looking after the shop for the boss; I’m not in charge of buying antiques.”

“If you really want to sell it, you can come back after my boss returns. Or you can leave your contact information, and I’ll have him come by when he gets back.”

Lin Moran said very politely.

The woman sized Lin Moran up and down. Lin Moran was wearing an ordinary cardigan and black trousers, her hair tied in a bun. She looked plain and unremarkable, her expression timid and even somewhat humble.

The woman’s voice suddenly rose, her tone domineering. “Are you being dishonest? My colleague’s cousin’s second aunt’s niece’s porcelain teapot was bought from you. You resold it to a foreigner and made a hundred yuan. This porcelain jar with a lid is five or six times bigger than hers, and much more beautiful. Yet you say you can’t decide, what do you mean?”

Lin Moran narrowed her eyes at the woman.

She had been very secretive about her previous dealings in cultural relics, only dealing with insiders.

Only the last time she sold the small blue-and-white porcelain teapot was more high-profile.

It wasn’t her who was high-profile, but the foreign buyer.

The state was intentionally reviving the cultural relic market, and that day, a reporter happened to be interviewing on Liuli Street. The foreigner was overjoyed at buying the porcelain, repeatedly saying, “I love China, so beautiful!”

As a result, everyone knew he had spent 120 yuan to buy a small porcelain teapot from her.

“Comrade, the price of cultural relics is not determined by size. I really can’t decide on this porcelain. You can go to the shop next door and find a boss who is willing to buy it. They have better eyesight than me and will definitely offer a better price.”

Lin Moran refused again.

“So you mean you won’t buy my treasure. You look down on me, don’t you?”

The woman sat down on a chair, holding the blue-and-white porcelain jar, and said angrily.

Lin Moran thought to herself, (Who are you? Why should I look up to you?)

She was a dealer in antiques, not a junk collector.

“My requirements aren’t high. I don’t want 120 yuan for this porcelain jar, just give me 100!”

The woman said haughtily, in a condescending tone.

“Please leave!”

Lin Moran didn’t bother arguing with her and directly dismissed her.

The woman stood there, furious.

She had thought it would be easy to intimidate Lin Moran, who was thin and unremarkable, but she hadn’t gained anything.

“Lin Moran, you’re asking for trouble! Why won’t you buy this excellent blue-and-white porcelain jar!”

“You almost got me killed! You have to buy this porcelain jar today, whether you want to or not!”

Before the first woman could leave, another woman stormed in.

She was wearing a checkered shirt and was very strong, with a short wavy perm, looking like an angry dog.

An older woman came in with her.

Two familiar faces.

Gu Jingyao’s older sister, Gu Aihua, and Gu Jingyao’s mother, Zhao Sumei.

Seeing these two, Lin Moran immediately understood why the first woman had been so arrogant.

She was relying on others.

No, it was dog relying on dog.

They knew that Lin Moran wouldn’t buy the porcelain jar, so they found a domineering intermediary.  When she refused, they barged in, revealing their true colors.

“Such audacity.  You’re so important, I suggest you turn left at the door, and then right at the end of the road, 500 meters away, you can get more money there.”

“Your friend’s shop?” Gu Aihua asked suspiciously, her eyes lighting up.

“The bank. You can go rob it.”

Gu Aihua’s face flushed with anger.

“Lin Moran, you’re playing us!”

Zhao Sumei was also angry. She walked in front of Lin Moran, glaring with her eyes wide open, and said in a commanding tone, “Lin Moran, behave yourself!”

Lin Moran chuckled, “Who’s playing who?”

“Get out of here. My shop is too small for you two.”

She didn’t want to waste her breath on them.

“We’ll leave, of course. Just buy this blue-and-white porcelain jar and give me 100 yuan. We’ll leave immediately!”

Gu Aihua said confidently.

Lin Moran looked at her with a disdainful expression.

“You sold that small blue-and-white porcelain teapot for 120 yuan. This one is so much bigger, I could easily sell it for 200 yuan. If it weren’t for our acquaintance, I wouldn’t even give you this profit!”

Gu Aihua said in a condescending and patronizing manner.

“Yes! You should be grateful that I’m giving you money.”

Zhao Sumei agreed, ordering, “Buy it! Pay up!”

Lin Moran looked coldly at the mother and daughter, her voice light and airy, “I’ll buy your grandpa!”

Even when the first woman was rude, Lin Moran had maintained her composure as a shop assistant, but seeing this mother and daughter, her composure vanished.

Zhao Sumei was furious.

She found that she couldn’t control Lin Moran anymore, gritting her teeth, “Lin Moran, Jingyao is back now! Believe me, I’ll have him deal with you!”

When mentioning Gu Jingyao, Zhao Sumei seemed to be holding a powerful weapon, extremely proud and smug, as if this sword could cut Lin Moran to pieces.

Although Gu Jingyao hadn’t been home much these days, she had already found out that he hadn’t gone to see Lin Moran at all.

After so many years of marriage, with a bastard child in between.

Gu Jingyao not coming home already explained everything.

The fact that he hadn’t bothered Lin Moran yet probably meant he was planning a big revenge.

Lin Moran coldly snorted, “Go ahead and call him. I’m not afraid.”

“I’d like to see how ugly your family looks together!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Moran suddenly felt a dark shadow at the door, and then a figure loomed over.

He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes, his posture straight, his face cold and stern, his deep eyes scanning everything in the shop like a hawk.

His gaze, cold and deep, fell on Lin Moran.

Lin Moran’s heart sank, and she wanted to slap herself.

Gu Jingyao, who had disappeared from her world for more than half a month, coincidentally arrived just as she was calling his family ugly.

When Zhao Sumei saw Gu Jingyao, her eyes lit up, as if she had found a savior, rushing to his side.

Gu Aihua also went over, looking aggrieved at her brother.

“Jingyao, Lin Moran not only called us ugly, but also called us bastards! She almost killed your sister, you have to help us!”

Zhao Sumei spoke first, vividly recounting Lin Moran’s wrongdoings.