Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Early autumn of 1988.

A boy in white clothes and red hair sat in a pavilion in the middle of the lake, fidgeting with the celadon tea cup in his hand.

He is Shangshan Zhaoyue who has experienced rejuvenation again, and now he should be called Zhaoyue directly.

He did not expect that the ancient country actually had the surname Zhao.

The origin of this surname is also very ancient, dating back to the Xia Yu period thousands of years ago.

There are probably not even a few thousand people in the country who still have this surname.

There are no major distribution areas, they are all relatively scattered. If you have to look for them, you can try your luck in the Sichuan and Sichuan areas. As for many other places, it is hard to say.

Just like him, he is now in the Suzhou area, but he is not a local.

He did not deliberately choose his initial identity this time. He just chose to be from an ancient clan, and there was no further explanation.

Now it seems that it is just a family, but it is already a thing of the past.

When he traveled back in time, the Zhao family was already in decline, so he had to use his convenience to revitalize the family first.

Through his hard work, the Zhao family can now be regarded as a new upstart in the surrounding area.

The set of tea cups on the table was a thank-you gift from a customer with whom he had business dealings. Zhaoyue had indeed helped him a lot recently, so he accepted this valuable tea set with peace of mind.

This set of celadon tea cups is exquisitely crafted. The main color is celadon glaze, which looks very pure. The glaze is crystal clear, like ice and jade.

It can be seen from the above characteristics that this is typical southern porcelain.

The difference between Northern Porcelain and Northern Porcelain is very big, but if you don’t want to be involved in this industry specifically, or if you want to buy a few pieces for your collection, there is no need to worry so much.

Compared with these, what is more worthy of attention is that this tea set looks round and shiny, with tea stains accumulated on the bottom, and even smells faintly of tea. I am afraid it is an antique of many years.

Based on this alone, their value will double again, not to mention that they come in complete sets, making them even more precious.

"Tell Mr. Jiang that I like this gift very much. He is interested." He placed the cups and immediately ordered his men to build a pot. He also said to the man who brought the tea set.

"Would you like to stay and taste it?"

"No, no, that can't be done. If you are satisfied, I will go back and resume my life."

He seemed very frightened and kept waving his hands and retreating. Zhaoyue suddenly felt bored and waved her hands.

"I'm not a savage beast," he shook his head helplessly as he looked at the man's fleeing figure, thinking in various ways.

Being too famous is also a sin...

Zhao Yue actually knew very well why he was afraid of others, but he was also helpless.

I had just arrived, I was unfamiliar with the place, my parents were both dead, and I was still young, yet I still went to the gym and was laughed at by so many people.

If I don't beat him harder, wouldn't I be sorry for the loss of face?

In fact, he is very measured. At most... he just lies in the hospital bed for two or three months... maybe.

He clenched his fists, feeling suddenly a little unsure.

He remembered that the tall, thin man pointed at his nose during the duel and called him a bastard without a father and mother.

He was excited and couldn't hold it back for a moment, so he naturally struck harder. The blood the man spit out at that time seemed to be mixed with visceral fragments, and it seemed that his lungs were shattered by a punch.

Not only him, but his whole family also escaped a severe beating in the end.

During this period, the battles between hybrids within the country could be complex or simple.

It is very complicated to pay attention to the family inheritance, which usually requires the mediation of official organizations, but Zhao Yue, who is alone in the family, does not have so many worries, and the fight is over.

But the benefits of doing so are great, and the risks are proportional.

If you fail to fight, you will most likely end up with a tragic death. No one will help you redress your injustice. It is even more ridiculous to let the police intervene in the struggle of a mixed-race family.

In addition, there are some external troubles.

An attendant in blue cloth led a man in formal clothes to walk slowly. Zhao Yue calmly moved the tea cup, already prepared in her heart.

"Master, the guests have arrived."

"Go down first," he stood up to greet him, dismissed the attendants, and then looked at the man.

He has an upright Chinese character face, is in his thirties, is tall, has a very broad frame, and looks powerful.

But he was clearly wearing a serious suit, neat tie and gold-rimmed glasses, which immediately made him look more elegant.

"Master Gao, my dear Zhao Yue is now the head of the Zhao family. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhaoyue was very polite. While she led him to sit down, she brought the tea prepared by another attendant to him and poured another cup herself.

"You knew I was coming?" the man asked in surprise, "Then you still beat me so blatantly?"

"Isn't that forced by life?" Zhaoyue spread her hands, looking helpless.

"The family has been in extreme decline a few days ago, and the use of force against those guys is within the allowable range of the rules..." Zhaoyue was not panicked. The reason why he found that family was naturally not random.

It can only be said that things happened for a reason. It is not only natural but also reasonable for children to avenge their parents. Besides, he did not take the lives of that family.

"It's within the rules, but did you miss a prerequisite?" the man reminded.

"I know, isn't this to make up for the votes?"

A friendly smile suddenly appeared on his face, coupled with his lovely face.

The man really couldn't connect him with the executioner who was described in the intelligence as a "black-hearted and ruthless" executioner whose fists and feet could be broken at the slightest movement.

"Huh..." The man reluctantly took out a document, "Try to do as little as possible about getting on the bus first and paying for the ticket later. This is a society governed by law, so you noble people should be restrained, and... don't keep secrets."

"I understand," he took the pen and signed his name, nodding repeatedly, looking like a good boy.

Of course he knows what the so-called secret is. Not only the secret party, but also hybrid organizations around the world are intentionally or unintentionally eliminating the influence of dragons on the world, and they are silent about the existence of hybrids.

Once someone wants to break this balance, they will probably face a group attack. Zhaoyue thinks that she does not have the strength to challenge the world alone, so she will naturally clamp her tail and behave well.

"Alas..." Gao Shan sighed. He didn't touch the cup of tea. He hurriedly put away the documents and planned to stand up and say goodbye.

"I won't stay any longer. I have something else to do. I'm losing weight because of your child's tea."

He also knew what happened to Zhaoyue and sympathized with him.

The matter this time can be said to be a big one, or it can be revealed in an understatement like this.

"Please walk slowly and come back often when you have time."

Zhaoyue smiled and said hello, saying unrealistic words.

Gao Shan specializes in dealing with family disputes. If he comes again next time, Zhao Yue will definitely get into trouble with someone else.