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Yuan Zhimiao set up the music department because she saw the huge potential of this market. Now is the golden age of Hong Kong's entertainment industry. It was not until the 90s that the mainland gradually caught up with the pace of Hong Kong's entertainment industry.

After finishing work for the film company, Yuan Zhimiao also took time to visit Mr. Peng, the antique shop owner, and gave him a Meiji-era ukiyoe painting that he had collected from Yamamoto Akajiri.

"Is it really given to me?" Mr. Peng asked uncertainly.

Yuan Zhimiao smiled and said, "Of course it's true." After all, for her, all this was for nothing, and she didn't feel bad at all about giving it away. Mr. Peng was a veteran in the Hong Kong circle, and this relationship could not be maintained by just a few words.

Mr. Peng carefully admired this master-level Ukiyo-e and was extremely satisfied with the little girl Yuan Zhimiao for being so capable.

"This is the money from the elixirs you asked me to sell." General Peng handed a passbook to Yuan Zhimiao.

Yuan Zhimiao took a look and was surprised that the price was tens of thousands more than he had expected. It was obvious that Old Man Peng had raised the price.

"Thank you, Grandpa Peng!" Yuan Zhimiao expressed his gratitude.

Peng Huaiyi said, "Girl, why are you being so polite to me?"

Yuan Zhimiao said, "Grandpa Peng, I'll leave you another batch of pills, all of which are for health care. You can sell them as you like, and I'll give you 10% of the proceeds as a reward for your hard work."

"It's OK." For Lai Peng, this was just a matter of words, and those old guys would be grateful to him. After all, after taking the pills made by Yuan Zhimiao, their waists and legs no longer hurt, and they slept until dawn.

"Girl, I have something I need you to bring to Cao Zheng for me." Old Peng stood up, opened a box, and handed a seal to Yuan Zhimiao.

"This seal belonged to the ancestor of the Cao family. At that time, the situation was turbulent and many antique treasures of the Cao family were lost. I came across this seal by chance."

Yuan Zhimiao said, "Okay, Grandpa Peng. I will definitely pass this seal to Grandpa Cao."

Mr. Peng couldn't help but sigh: "I have to go back to the mainland when I get a chance. I haven't seen that old guy for many years."

Yuan Zhimiao smiled and said, "Grandpa Cao also misses you very much, but it is not convenient for him to come to Hong Kong City now."

Mr. Peng: "He! Now that he has found his own sweet home, he has naturally forgotten this old friend completely."

Yuan Zhimiao knew that Old Peng was teasing Grandpa Cao and Grandma Mo, and she could even sense some resentment in his words. She guessed that Grandpa Peng, who was alone, envied Cao Zheng for finding a satisfactory partner.

"Grandpa Peng, haven't you ever thought about finding one?" Yuan Zhimiao asked.

Peng Huaiyi waved his hand and said, "I'm used to being alone. I won't look for someone else again."

"You're not afraid of being cheated, are you?" Yuan Zhimiao joked.

Mr. Peng: "You are becoming more and more disrespectful, little girl."

Yuan Zhimiao smiled and said, "Grandpa Peng, you are so kind to me, so I am not afraid of you anymore."

The more he got along with Yuan Zhimiao, the more Peng Huaiyi liked this quirky little girl. He always thought it would be great if the little girl was his granddaughter.

"Grandpa Peng, if you don't mind, I can also be your godson." Seeing what Old Man Peng was up to, Yuan Zhimiao climbed up the pole.

"Really?" Peng Huaiyi asked.

"It's more real than real gold." Yuan Zhimiao took the tea from Aliang, held it with both hands and said respectfully, "From today on, I, Yuan Zhimiao, am your goddaughter."

"Okay, okay." Peng Huaiyi took the tea and was overjoyed. It was really what he wanted. No wonder that old man Cao Zheng was so proud of Yuan Zhimiao. She was really a rare talent.

"Grandpa Peng, I will respect you as I would my own grandfather."

Yuan Zhimiao is a clever girl, and not everyone can catch her eye. To be her godfather, one must be extremely outstanding in all aspects.

A Liang was confused. He didn't expect that his father would adopt a granddaughter in just a short time. He felt that his position was no longer secure.

"Come on, Grandpa Peng invites you to have dinner at Fumanlou today," Peng Huaiyi suggested.

"Okay, let's go!"

A sign announcing the closure was immediately hung. Peng Lao, A Liang and Yuan Zhimiao all went to Fumanlou for dinner. It was said that this restaurant had been open for 100 years and had been passed down to the fourth generation.

In the private room on the second floor, Old Man Peng generously ordered all the specialty dishes of this restaurant and asked, "Zhi Miao, is there anything else you want to eat?"

Yuan Zhimiao: "Grandpa Peng, that's enough. No need to order more."

Since entering the house, Mr. Peng has been talking non-stop. It can be seen that he is very happy today, even happier than when he found a rare antique at a bargain price.

"Zhi Miao, order whatever you want. Grandpa Peng is happy today, so eat as much as you want."

Yuan Zhimiao poured wine for Mr. Peng, and Aliang said he couldn't drink.

"You guys drink! I'll just have tea."

Mr. Peng said, "Aliang gets drunk after one glass of wine. He can't drink."

Yuan Zhimiao said to him, "Then Brother Liang, you won't have a good time." This wine is the Bamboo Leaf Green brewed by Yuan Zhimiao in the space. It tastes sweet and mellow, and you won't get drunk even if you drink too much.

Mr. Peng took a sip and praised, "Good wine!"

Yuan Zhimiao said to him, "Grandpa Peng, if you like it, I'll send you a few more bottles." A lot of wine was brewed in the space and it was already on sale in her small shop in the Ten Thousand Worlds Store.

Mr. Peng: "Okay, leave me a few more bottles and I'll pay you."

Yuan Zhimiao said: "Talking about money hurts our feelings. You are my godfather, so giving you a few bottles of wine is my way of honoring you."

Mr. Peng had a look of teachable youth on his face, and what he said was so soothing.

Soon the table was filled with sumptuous food. Mr. Peng was very happy today, introducing the name and origin of each dish one by one. He also used the serving chopsticks to pick up food for Yuan Zhimiao from time to time, and he didn't notice the resentful look of Aliang beside him. As an apprentice, he only got scolded every day, so he had never enjoyed such warm treatment.

Yuan Zhimiao naturally noticed Aliang's mood, and she said, "Brother Aliang, you should eat too. It would be a waste if we can't finish all the food."

Mr. Peng said to him, "What are you doing in a daze, you little brat? Eat quickly."

Mr. Peng is a man of great learning and profound knowledge. Whether it is poetry, history and culture, or international current affairs, he can analyze the interests involved in a critical manner.

Yuan Zhimiao listened to Mr. Peng while eating. She felt that Mr. Peng's views were very unique and interesting, which gave her a sense of enlightenment. For example, the so-called history is a cute little girl, and it is the descendants who dress her up. The history we see is all tampered and modified history.

Only ancient antiques that contain culture can be called real antiques. An antique without a past, an antique without history, is at best just a decoration.