Parking the car, Su Chen followed Lin Wanqing quickly to this shop.

The shop was named after Lin Wanqing, called Wanqing Studio, and its style matched the storefront. Upon entering, it exuded a subtle and luxurious atmosphere.

In front of a glass display case, a middle-aged man was carefully wiping a few ancient coins, presumably Lin Wanqing's father.

"Dad, I'm back."

Lin Wanqing sweetly called out, "Let me introduce a friend to you. His name is Su Chen, whom I met in the antique street. Without him, I wouldn't have retrieved the items you wanted today!"

The middle-aged man, with a dignified appearance, especially his sharp eyebrows and eyes, had an extraordinary temperament. No wonder he could have a daughter as stunning as Lin Wanqing; his charisma alone could captivate many.

Lifting his gaze, he gently assessed Su Chen, smiling as he spoke, "So, young man, you are the benefactor of our small store. May I ask how to address you?"

"Just call me Su Chen."

Su Chen nodded and gestured, "Strictly speaking, it was Wanqing who found me in the antique street. She is my benefactor."

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, "What's going on?"

Lin Wanqing immediately described the experience on the antique street, especially emphasizing the restoration of cultural relics, making Su Chen's skill of revitalization sound like a divine power.

"You really understand the art of revitalization!"

The middle-aged man had obviously heard of this miraculous skill and regarded Su Chen highly. He spoke softly, "I've heard many people talk about the wonders of seeking remnants and the art of revitalization, but I have yet to see it. I wonder when you, young man, can enlighten me, Lin Xiongye."

Lin Wanqing quickly exchanged a few eye signals with her father, "Dad, Su Chen is someone respected by Master He. It's not just about a word from you; he doesn't need to show off in public. If you really want to see, wait until Grandma Jiang arrives. You can talk to her and see if she can arrange for Su Chen to check on the memory loss matter at Grandma Jiang's place."

"Haha, no problem with that."

Lin Xiongye was straightforward. Upon hearing his daughter's words, he immediately took charge of the matter.

Su Chen smiled, thanked Lin Xiongye, and then found a chair to sit down, idly examining the objects in the shop. He also tested his magical eyes.

"Silver coin from the 34th year of Beiyang, damaged, slight damage to the characters."

"Copper lamp from the Ming Xuande period, damaged, serious damage on the left side of the lamp body, slight damage at the bottom."

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"Cloisonné high-footed vase from the Jingtai period, damaged, severe color peeling on the bottle body, and cracked damage at the mouth."

Interestingly, after this round of observation, it seemed that only damaged items could trigger his eyes' reaction. Well-preserved ones didn't catch his attention.

It seemed like these magical eyes were a perfect match with his revitalization skill!

Could it be the "Seeking Remnants Eyes" mentioned by Master He and Lin Xiongye?

"Grandma Jiang is here."

Suddenly, Lin Wanqing excitedly spoke.

Hearing Lin Wanqing's voice, Su Chen couldn't help but smile. Earlier in the car, he had already read this girl's thoughts. It probably had nothing to do with the Seeking Remnants Eyes.

Then, following the sound, Su Chen looked over. A spirited old lady walked into the shop. Although her attire was simple, the few pieces of amber on her wrist were not ordinary.

It seemed that Grandma Jiang was also a seasoned antique enthusiast.

"Grandma Jiang."

Lin Wanqing called out, went forward to take Grandma Jiang's hand, and said, "You've finally come. I just found some excellent porcelain for you."

Grandma Jiang nodded with satisfaction, "Lin girl is considerate. She knows that this old lady wants these items. She found them for me early in the morning."

"Uh, I have to apologize first."

Lin Wanqing stuck out her tongue and said embarrassedly, "For these porcelain items, I only found one for you. However, the quality is excellent, and its value is much higher than the ones you originally wanted. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Just now, she had shown her father the celadon calf and received Lin Xiongye's praise. Although it was different from the agreed-upon items, she was still confident.

However, Grandma Jiang's expression seemed a bit unnatural after hearing this.

"It's not those porcelain items."

Grandma Jiang spoke solemnly. With her kind and gentle appearance, when she turned serious, it exerted significant pressure.

The atmosphere in the shop immediately became tense, and even the air seemed a bit oppressive.

Seeing this, Lin Xiongye quickly clapped his hands with a smile, easing the tension, "The porcelain has been changed, but I guarantee that the replacement is much better than the agreed-upon items. How about I take them out now for you to inspect?"

"No need to rush."

Grandma Jiang refused, holding Lin Wanqing's small hand, as if clinging to the last hope, "Lin girl, I have only one question for you. Is the replaced porcelain item from the Jin Dynasty in Jingdezhen?"

Lin Wanqing hesitated, but dared not deceive, "It's celadon from the Southern Song Dynasty."

"Then forget it."

The hope in Grandma Jiang's eyes instantly vanished, and she sighed heavily, "I only collect blue and white porcelain from the Jin Dynasty in Jingdezhen. For items from other periods, even if they are more valuable, I currently don't have the mood to appreciate them."

Lin Xiongye was a little surprised, instinctively saying, "Jingdezhen porcelain originated in the Jin Dynasty, but apart from the works of Zhao Kai, the founder of Jingdezhen porcelain, other Jin Dynasty porcelains are not considered valuable. They are far inferior to the celadon calf brought back by Wanqing. Professor Jiang, why do you specifically want this white porcelain from the Jin Dynasty?"

Although he knew that Grandma Jiang wouldn't deliberately tarnish Wanqing Studio because of this, Grandma Jiang might not keep it a secret from her own family. Once this information leaked out, it might be manipulated by some unscrupulous people in the antique circle. After some embellishment, Wanqing Studio's reputation might be ruined.

Grandma Jiang hesitated, as if she had something difficult to say.

Just then, Su Chen, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

"Are you using porcelain to treat an illness?"

"How do you know!"

Grandma Jiang turned her gaze sharply, unbelievably assessing the young man in front of her.

What she didn't know was that when she sighed helplessly just now, Su Chen had already activated the power of his eyes, reading her thoughts completely.

"Jiang Hui, seventy-nine years old, female, height..."

After a series of uninformative personal information, the following content made Su Chen's spirit tremble, "The inner thoughts are: My poor grandson can only hold on in the ICU by himself. I'm useless, and I can't find this white porcelain