Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

After Zhang Qishan, Qi Baye and Hua Yu separated, they also found the people from the Crescent Hotel who came to pick them up.

"Master Buddha, they picked up Qu Rumei, not us."

The Eighth Master looked in the direction Zhang Qishan pointed, and saw a huge sign holding up there with the word "Qu Rumei" written on it.

"The new moon is curved like an eyebrow, yet it has no round meaning. The red beans are unbearable to look at, and my eyes are filled with tears of lovesickness. I split peaches all day long, but the person is in my heart. The two flowers separated by a wall will become a couple sooner or later."

"This is the poem "New Moon Qu Ru Mei" by Niu Xiji, a poet from the Tang Dynasty."

"The people from the Crescent Hotel are the same. We have to test our knowledge before we can receive people." The Eighth Master was simple-minded and just thought of it as a test from the Crescent Hotel.

"They are not picking someone up here, they are probably choosing a husband!"

He does not mean that.

Zhang Qishan had other thoughts after hearing what Mr. Ba said. After all, this poem didn't seem like one that could be used to pick someone up. He didn't know whether it was the intention of naming the hotel, or the intention of picking someone up, or whether the person who came to pick someone up had some unusual relationship with the Crescent Hotel.

But now that the plan has come this far, we have no choice but to move on.

After Zhang Qishan and Baye met the people from the Crescent Hotel, they were driven to the Crescent Hotel by a handsome young man with a white face and no beard.

A group of people from the Crescent Hotel stayed behind, following quietly and protecting them.

If Hua Yu were here, she would find out that the person driving for Zhang Qishan and the others was the next heir of the Crescent Hotel - Yin Xinyue.

Yin Xinyue was driving the car and looked through the rearview mirror at Zhang Qishan, the Eighth Master of the Palace Gate, behind her.

"My two lords, you don't look like you are from the desolate places like the northwest, but you look a bit like you are from the misty and rainy Jiangnan area in the south."

Mr. Ba casually threw a few dollars at the co-pilot and said, "We are well-known figures in the northwest. How could we be the same as those people? We are well-maintained and naturally don't look as rough as those people."

"Okay, drive your car. Don't ask if there are things you shouldn't know."

Yin Xinyue had no choice but to shut up, but she had heard from Hua Yu in a telegram that his brother also had property in the northwest. When he came to the hotel tomorrow, she would ask Hua Yu about how Peng Sanbian was doing in the northwest.

After Yin Xinyue sent Zhang Qishan and Mr. Ba to the Crescent Hotel, she also escorted them in diligently and conscientiously.

Zhang Qishan and Baye followed the people from the Crescent Hotel to the room where they were resting.

Mr. Ba cautiously opened the door and looked around to see if there were any surveillance people. After all, they were not the real Peng Sanbian, so he still had to be careful.

"Master Ba, stop looking. Even if someone is really watching us, we don't know."

Zhang Qishan sat on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out, rubbing his brow with one hand.

"Master Buddha, what does this mean?"

"I just observed that those people must have received special training, especially the maids, who have extraordinary hearing ability. I'm afraid they are the listening slaves that Master Jiu mentioned."

"Ah! I've heard Master Jiu talk about listening slaves. They can hear even the slightest movement clearly from three floors away."

The Eighth Master sat next to Zhang Qishan.

"Then Lord Buddha, what should we do?"

"Let's take a look tonight. We still have plenty of time. If possible, I will go to the warehouse tonight to take a look. If we can get it, we will take one or two unimportant things to use as a cover."

"But I'm afraid it won't be easy. Go get a list of tonight's performances."

"We still need to contact Erye, but we don't know where he lives."

"Oh, why didn't we ask Erye and the others for an address when we were on the train?"

When the Eighth Master heard that the Second Master and his family did not have their addresses, he felt regretful.

"Master Ba, let's talk in Sand City dialect from now on. After all, different places don't speak the same language, and the people at the Crescent Hotel haven't received any language training."

"Well, I'll just listen to the Buddha."

After the Eighth Master went out, he first asked the servant for two meals, and then asked about the plans for tonight.

In this way, Mr. Ba successfully got the evening performance program and returned to the room with two meals.

Yin Xinyue on this side also went to find Hua Yu and the others.

Er Yuehong and Hua Yu were sitting on the second floor of a small shop, drinking tea and listening to the hawking sounds coming from the street.

When Yin Xinyue arrived, the two were chatting happily.

"Little Flower, here I come."

Yin Xinyue sat at Hua Yu's end and casually put the box in her hand on the table.

"Here's the deer grass you wanted."

Er Yuehong didn't expect that the deer grass could be obtained so easily.

With trembling hands, he opened the suitcase and looked at the deer grass stored in the glass jar in the center of the suitcase.

"Thank you, Miss Yin."

"It's all small matters. Although it's not good to change the auction items at the last minute, those people won't care."

Yin Xinyue said as she gently nudged Hua Yu.

"After all, the new medicine Xiao Huaer gave me is more precious than the deer grass. When the auction comes, those people will probably go crazy trying to buy it."

"No matter how precious or not, everything is for human use. It's better to be put to good use than to rot in my place."

With the support of two powerful fathers, he naturally would not take those things that are extremely precious in the eyes of the world seriously.

"As expected, it has to be you, Xiaohuaer. Only you have the confidence to say that such things are not precious."

"May I ask, Miss Yin, what kind of precious thing is this?"

"Ginseng."

"Ginseng is not a precious thing. After all, there are many of them in pharmacies now."

"Ordinary ginseng is not rare, but if it is old, it is a rare treasure."

"Moreover, the ones in the pharmacies outside are only about a hundred years old at best, the better ones are about five hundred years old, and the better ones are the one or two that came out of the palace and are just over a thousand years old."

Yin Xinyue leaned in closer and whispered to Er Yuehong, "What Xiaohuaer gave me this time is not the kind that is just one or two years old after a thousand years, but the kind that is a full five thousand years old."

Yin Xinyue made a five sign to Er Yuehong, and the people in the teahouse who were listening attentively had their eyes widened.

Er Yuehong's pupils also contracted.

"Humans have only been around for about 4,000 years, but it has already lived for 5,000 years."

"Fei Yue, you don't have to thank me. After all, I have a lot of good things. Besides, Wan Chong Mountain has existed since the Western Zhou Dynasty, so there is no shortage of such old things."

Er Yuehong still bowed respectfully to Hua Yu, and his eyes were slightly red when he raised his head.