I received a text message from the future. Is it reasonable for me to earn tens of billions?

Chapter 2 Sky-high Price Inkstone
Fang Xiaocao told Li Qiang everything that happened last night, but subconsciously concealed the strange friend on WeChat who foretold the murder.

"Ms. Fang, based on your description, we cannot rule out that the murderer will attack you again. I suggest you change your residence temporarily."

"Also, don't leave this city recently. If anything happens, notify me as soon as possible."

Li Qiang explained patiently.

Fang Xiaocao nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.

After walking out of the police station, Fang Xiaocao didn't even dare to go back to the rental house. He directly chose a hotel closest to the police station and checked in.

Last night's experience frightened Fang Xiaocao.

I never want to go back to that building that smells like blood.

Lying on the hotel bed, thinking about what happened last night, Fang Xiaocao's body could not stop trembling.

The man's deep voice and the neighbor's sister's frightened scream seemed to still echo in my ears and refused to go away for a long time.

【Ding dong! 】

[Your friend sent a message. 】

The mobile phone alert sounded, it was a WeChat message.

Fang Xiaocao couldn't wait to pick up her phone and clicked on WeChat. She had a hunch that the message was from that weird guy.

[Hot noodles: In order to celebrate our survival after the disaster, before three o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the flea market, stall 7, and bought the seventh inkstone on the left hand side, in the third row, the boss's psychological price is 80, and the inkstone is worth 800 Ten thousand. 】

"Who are you?"

Fang Xiaocao couldn't wait to send a voice inquiry.

His voice was trembling because of nervousness.

Sent successfully!

Fang Xiaocao clenched his phone excitedly and stared at the screen.

[Hot Mouth Noodles: I am you, you are me, I come from the future. 】

Seeing this news, Fang Xiaocao was stunned.

Immediately, anger crept onto her face.

"are you kidding me?"

"You can't even fool a child with such a poor excuse!"

Fang Xiaocao asked angrily.

[Hot Mouth Noodles: Don’t believe it?Do you still remember the love letter you wrote to your Chinese teacher in your sophomore year of high school? 】

[Hot Mouth Noodles: Do you want me to read it to you? 】

Fang Xiaocao was stunned, his eyes were as wide as bells, and the anger on his expression was replaced by disbelief.

"How would she know?"

"Is it really me in the future?"

Fang Xiaocao sat on the bed in a daze, muttering to himself.

In high school, she had a crush on her Chinese teacher, a secret she had never mentioned to anyone.

And that love letter was burned by Fang Xiaocao the day after it was written, after he found out that the Chinese teacher had a girlfriend.

Apart from herself, Fang Xiaocao really couldn't think of anyone else who would know this secret.

Looking at the chat interface, Fang Xiaocao was in a daze.

After half a day of ideological struggle, Fang Xiaocao plucked up the courage and walked out of the hotel.

The toiletries and underwear were all in the rental house and had not been brought out. Rather than returning to the rental house that frightened her, Fang Xiaocao would rather spend money to buy a new set.

Walking aimlessly on the street, Fang Xiaocao came to the flea market by accident.

Looking at the bustling flea market, Fang Xiaocao gritted his teeth and decided to verify the authenticity of the news.

Walking in the flea market, Fang Xiaocao looked left and right, looking for stall No. 7 in the news.

Fang Xiaocao's mood was complicated and tangled.

When she walked to booth No. 7, she looked at the dazzling array of products on sale, and with a rough and uneasy mood, she looked for the inkstone mentioned in the news.

1, 2, 3...

When Fang Xiaocao followed the instructions, found the third line on the left, and counted to 7, he was stunned for an instant.

Inkstone!

On the left, third row, seventh item...

It’s really an inkstone!
Fang Xiaocao moved and squatted in front of the stall.

The stall owner is an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

A pair of eyes were sly and treacherous.

Seeing Fang Xiaocao squatting in front of the stall, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked into Fang Xiaocao's clear and stupid eyes, with a greedy look in his eyes.The shrewd stall owner likes to do the business of college students. He is stupid and easy to deceive. He will just take out a small amount of money if he just cheats.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

Fang Xiaocao picked up the inkstone casually and asked.

"One hundred thousand!"

The boss held out five fingers and quoted a high price of [-] yuan.

Fang Xiaocao put down the inkstone, stood up and left.

"Do I look like Peppa Pig? If you want to kill me like a pig, the news has been told. The psychological price is 80 yuan."

Fang Xiaocao muttered in his heart.

"Hey, little girl, don't go!"

Seeing that Fang Xiaocao was about to leave, the stall owner shouted quickly.

Fang Xiaocao stopped and looked at the stall owner.

"Any thing else?"

The stall owner smiled obscenely, rubbed his hands like a fly, and said with a smile: "The price is all over the sky, and you have to pay back the money while sitting on the ground. If you think the price is expensive, you can bargain."

Hearing this, Fang Xiaocao raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Then I'll bargain?"

Fang Xiaocao asked with a smile.

"Hey, that's right."

The stall owner had a smile on his face.

"piece!"

Fang Xiaocao stretched out five fingers and smiled.

The stall owner's expression instantly collapsed.

"I'm just kidding, can I sell it for a hundred?"

Fang Xiaocao smiled.

"make a deal!"

The stall owner agreed without hesitation.

"Too much..."

Fang Xiaocao muttered, scanned the QR code to pay, picked up the inkstone and left.

At the exit of the flea market, there are antique shops.

Fang Xiaocao couldn't wait to verify how valuable the inkstone was!
After looking at several antique shops, Fang Xiaocao finally saw a plaque on a store that said antique appraisal and acquisition. Fang Xiaocao couldn't wait to go in.

"Hello, welcome."

As soon as I walked into the store, I was greeted by a sunny and cheerful uncle with a smile.

"Ma'am, buy or sell?"

The uncle asked with a smile.

"Look at this inkstone for me!"

Fang Xiaocao took out the inkstone and placed it on the counter.

The uncle put on white gloves, turned on the LED light, and began to check the inkstone repeatedly.

The more he looked, the more shocked the uncle's expression became.

After a long time, the uncle put the inkstone back on the counter, looked at Fang Xiaocao, and said with a smile: "Madam, do you plan to appraise it or sell it?"

"The appraisal fee in our store is [-], and the certificate is [-]. If you sell it, the appraisal fee will be waived."

After saying that, the uncle looked at Fang Xiaocao with a smile, waiting for Fang Xiaocao's answer.

"For sale, sell if the price is right."

Fang Xiaocao's purpose was to verify the authenticity of the WeChat messages, and he was not interested in collecting antiques. He had no intention of collecting them and directly chose to sell them.

"The quotation here is 800 million. If it is listed at the auction house, the transaction price minus the renewal fee will be 30 more."

"Our store has a cooperative relationship with the largest auction house in the city. We can help contact you without any additional fees."

Hearing that Fang Xiaocao was for sale, the uncle smiled even more happily and introduced enthusiastically.

Hearing the offer of 800 million, Fang Xiaocao's shocked heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. She suppressed her inner excitement and pretended to be calm and said: "Sell it directly!"

"800 million, really 800 million!"

Fang Xiaocao exclaimed in his heart.

(End of this chapter)