Female Novel
Chapter 1363 Jade Figurine
Emmeline squeezed her way into the crowd and crouched down, noticing a small object among thefragments.
It was a little jade figurine, about two and a half inches tall.
One side was a vivid green, the other half was pale green with a hint of red, and it was in a kneelingposition, extraordinarily lifelike.
In the jade figure’s arms, it held something that looked like a cross between a mouse and a toad, withtwo eround, lively little eyes.
There was a coiled bun on the jade figure’s head and a ribbon-like ornament curved up from the backof its head.
Emmeline picked up the little jade figurine.
“This is arr exquisite jade that is likely from the Western Roman Empire or the Roman Republic,” saidthe old man. “But I can’t say for sure if it’s genuine. Nonetheless, it’s a nice piece for collecting.”
“How much are you selling this for?” Emmeline instantly fell in love with this little jade figurine. Itscraftsmanship was rough, with a hint of Roman style.
“I got this for two hundred while scavenging in Tarrin, the old man said. “If you like it, you can have it atthat price.”
This statement didn’t help Emmeline determine how much to pay, and she was unsure how to respond.
The old man then rummaged through the broken pottery and porcelain and pulled out two more smallitems: a delicate jade cicada and a jade thumb ring with a somewhat plain appearance.
“Miss, would 260 be acceptable for these three items? If I were to sell them normally, they would leastfour hundred.”
Emmeline examined the items; the jade cicada was charming, carved from white jade with simple yetgraceful lines, and the jade thumb ring appeared to be made of nephrite jade, showing signs of earthymarkings, though she wasn’t sure if it was authentic.
In any case, these items were chosen based on personal preference, and in terms of judging theirauthenticity, even experienced collectors could be mistaken.
“I’m just getting them because they’re interesting.” Emmeline smiled. “Whether they’re genuine or notdoesn’t matter to me.”
She took out her wallet and handed four hundred to the old man.
The old man exclaimed, “That’s too much!” and attempted to return some of the money.
Emmeline said, “Consider it a good deal since you’ve run into trouble. You don’t need to give me anychange.”
As she stood up, she noticed that the middle-aged man earlier, surnamed Chester, hadn’t left; he wasstill standing behind her. Their eyes met, and they exchanged polite smiles.novelbin
The four hundred bill, to be honest, was something Emmeline cherished, but she couldn’t resist herlove for the treasures she had just acquired during this “scavenging” expedition. Moreover, she hadalso helped the elderly man in distress. She liked all the items she had bought.
As for the jade thumb ring, she planned to clean it up and give it to Abel later. In ancient times, such anaccessory was something heroes would wear when they wielded their bows and shot their arrows.
Upon arriving at the bus station, Emmeline realized that her wallet was missing. It was a bittersweet.feeling.
The pickpocket sure could pick his aim. After spending that four hundred bucks, I barely have ten left inmy wallet.
Then again, she didn’t have money for the bus fare either.
“Abel!” Emmeline dialed Abel’s number.
“Emma?”
“I didn’t want to bother you, but I’m really stuck.”
“Cut your fake panic and get to the point!” Abel said dotingly over the phone.
“I’m in the city, and my wallet got stolen. I can’t get back.”
“You’re in luck,” Abel said. “I just got back from Pinemount.”
“Could you come pick me up? We can go home together.”
“Where are you?”
Emmeline spun around to figure out her exact location, only to see someone with a crutch on theopposite. side of the road.
It was Tony, the person Abel had rescued.
When they had taken him to the hospital. Abel had been overwhelmed. It was Emmeline who hadhandled the admission procedures, greatly moving Tony.
He had promised that once his leg was better and he could drink, he would host a thank-you party forthe siblings.
Behind Tony was a brand-new three-story storefront. Upstairs, a prominent sign hung with gilded lettersthat read, ‘Altney RetroWave Advertisements.
“Emma, are you still there? Where are you?” Abel sounded somewhat anxious.
“Yeah, I’m still on the phone. I’m about… two to three hundred yards south of the new bus station, thebus stop on the west.”
“Alright, wait for me, don’t go anywhere, I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
Emmeline replied with a “Hmm” and sat on a bench below the platform, gazing at RetroWaveAdvertisements’ across the street.
Now, many businesses were renting storefronts, and everyone was installing their signs. –
“RetroWave Advertisements’ seemed to be doing well, with several triangular irons and square pipespiled up in front of their entrance.
Welders were busy at work, sparks flying everywhere.
“Emma!” Unnoticed by Emmeline, Abel’s car had arrived.
He rolled down the car window and called out, “Get in, kiddo. Private cars aren’t allowed to park here!”