On the same evening, Cheng Wei's father, Cheng Wei, and Shangguan Jianjun's father, Shangguan Jianjun, were chatting together.

"How's the drug enforcement work going in the south?" Shangguan Jianjun asked.

"We've only caught a few small fries," Cheng Wei said, feeling frustrated.

"I heard that Lao Qiao seems to have found a talented individual with supernatural abilities, and it seems that the ability is to see through things."

Upon hearing Shangguan Jianjun's words, Cheng Wei's eyes lit up, unable to believe it. "Why wasn't this mentioned at the higher levels? Are you sure your information is correct?"

"This is internal information. Lao Qiao also accidentally discovered this person, but he hasn't recruited them yet."

"Is this person difficult to deal with? Can't even Lao Qiao handle them?" Cheng Wei thought for a moment and added, "Could this person have a strong background?" The drug enforcement matters this year had made Cheng Wei's nerves fragile. Just when he found someone with the ability to see through things, his emotions became excited and nervous again.

"I'm not sure about that. All I know is that it's a young girl. The higher-ups haven't informed you because they're worried that things might not work out in the end."

"Sigh, let's hope things work out."

The next day, Huayan and her father went to the wool material shop with two bags of hemp rope. When they arrived, the eccentric shop owner was already waiting at the back door, and the young man who had introduced the wool material last time was also there, helping Huayan's father carry the wool material into the back room.

Leaving Huayan and the eccentric shop owner by the car, he approached her and asked, "There are about a dozen pieces. It seems like your trip to Myanmar was fruitful."

"Average! We'll know once they're cut open," Huayan replied, puzzled as to how he knew the wool material was from her trip to Myanmar. She was sure she hadn't mentioned her trip to him yesterday. Either she was being watched by someone, or his influence was so great that he naturally knew such information. On the other hand, she was glad that one-fifth of the wool material she brought today would definitely yield jade, two-fifths would yield lower-grade jadeite, one-fifth would yield medium-grade jadeite, and the remaining would yield high-grade jadeite.

Afterward, the two entered the house, and the eccentric shop owner and the young man began to interpret the stone together. Huayan and her father sat aside, drinking tea and waiting. Since the shop wasn't open today, apart from the sound of cutting, the atmosphere inside the shop was quite pleasant.

As they began cutting the first piece, it yielded jade, and after four or five pieces, the young man became unsettled, his eyes filled with disbelief. With a fifty percent yield rate, it was already considered very good in general circumstances.

In contrast, the eccentric shop owner remained relatively calm, although his hands were trembling slightly.

Huayan's father asked quietly, "Yan, did you pick out all these wool materials yourself?"

"Who else do you think picked them?" Huayan responded. The quality of the wool materials in the basement at home was several times better than those brought today. To avoid future troubles and leave an impression that she was exceptionally skilled at selecting wool materials, Huayan decided to hint at her father's beliefs, whether he believed it or not. She knew that her child would always have her back.

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"I thought maybe Mr. Gao was guiding you on the side. You used to be so clueless, always spending money left and right," her father teased nostalgically.

"Dad..." Huayan pretended to pout, putting on a wounded expression, which made her father burst into laughter, pushing his suspicions aside.

During their conversation, the eccentric shop owner would listen in with interest. Huayan noticed but didn't mind, inviting him over, "Boss, would you like to join us?"

Caught red-handed eavesdropping, the eccentric shop owner's ears turned red instantly. He hastily declined, "No need, no need," while inwardly cursing. If Lao Qiao found out, he'd be in trouble. This was the first time he had been so embarrassed, especially in front of a little girl. He vowed to ask for that bottle of ten-year-old Wuliangye as compensation next time they met.

"Yan, is there something wrong with this boss?" Huayan's father asked.

"It's nothing," Huayan replied calmly, though she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. The shop owner's attitude towards them was becoming increasingly suspicious. As the old saying goes, "No one's that nice for no reason; there's always an ulterior motive." She couldn't help but curse silently, realizing how difficult it was to start a business without support. After venting her frustration, Huayan calmed down and analyzed what the shop owner's intentions could be. Was it for money? It didn't seem likely.

Considering the small size of his shop and the lack of customers, sometimes not even one in a day, she hadn't seen him worried.

Could it be because of her? If so, it meant they already had some understanding of her supernatural ability. For now, she could only wait and see how the situation developed.

After all the wool materials were cut, the young man went from shocked to numb. In contrast, the shop owner seemed unusually unsettled, his gaze hotly following Huayan's figure. If it weren't for Huayan holding her father back, he would have gone up to confront him.

The reason for the eccentric shop owner's behavior was that, through estimating the increase in value of all the wool materials, he concluded that Huayan was likely to possess the ability of foresight. Lao Qiao had sent him back to the antique jade street specifically to find individuals with supernatural abilities. As time passed, he had been feeling dejected, but suddenly encountering someone like her, how could he not be excited?

In every corner of the country, in every industry, people like him existed, but in so many years, only one had appeared here. And it was precisely the type urgently needed by their team.

When Huayan's father was about to call a taxi to go home, the eccentric shop owner insisted on using his car to personally send them back. Huayan's father refused to have any more dealings with him and declined. However, after some thought, Huayan agreed. She figured the shop owner was about to confront her.

Sure enough, after sending them back, the shop owner pulled Huayan aside downstairs and asked, "Yan, your ability to assess wool materials is unparalleled! Even the best stone gambling experts pale in comparison."

"I don't get that feeling."

"Well, if the opportunity arises, would you be willing to serve the country?"

"I am already serving the country in my own way. The taxes for my small shop are paid on time, I respect the elderly, care for the young, don't spit in public, pay attention to environmental protection, and so on."

The shop owner had just been probing, and Huayan's evasive answers didn't give him much to go on. He didn't have the authority to explain things to her honestly, so he would have to consult with Lao Qiao later.

After dealing with the eccentric shop owner, comforting her father, and having a simple meal, Huayan returned to her own house to ponder over her conversation with the shop owner. Could it be that the shop owner belonged to some special department of the country?

She had heard about the country having a group of soldiers with supernatural abilities. Perhaps she was being targeted by them too. Then again, who knows if they might be scammers?

In the afternoon, the white-haired elderly man who had visited the wool shop last night, accompanied by the man beside him dressed as an ordinary civilian, entered the shop again.

"Old Yang, was what you said on the phone true?" The white-haired man eagerly asked, grabbing the eccentric shop owner's hand as soon as he entered, leaving Old Yang, the eccentric shop owner, unable to reach his instant noodles, despite being famished. He had finally come back from Huayan's place and was looking forward to a bowl of instant noodles, only to be interrupted again. He silently cursed himself for blabbing about Huayan to Old Qiao on the way back.

Old Yang, half-annoyed and half-complaining, replied, "Can't you let me have a bite first? You don't know how ruthless that girl is. I spent half a day helping her cut stones, and she didn't even invite me for a meal."

The white-haired man smiled obsequiously, but he didn't release his grip, continuing to ask, "So, is that girl really a supernatural being? And does she have the ability to see through things?"