Li Mazi and I took the 3 AM train back to Wuhan.

When we returned to Wuhan, we ordered a big table of Southern foods and wolfed it down. We didn’t like Northern food that much.

The next day, Yin Xinyue came to my antique shop. She mysteriously beamed at me. “There’s something I need your help with.”

I smiled. “Did a friend of yours blindly collect something they shouldn’t have?”

“No. Our company recently invested in a martial-art-themed historical drama. It’s almost time to start shooting, but the director is a very enthusiastic person, and he’s afraid that the props don’t look genuine enough. He asked the prop team to redo everything. The prop team leader was prepared to go to the museum to ask for help from an expert. However, a film crew has several hundred members, and besides the fees for filming, there are other expenses. Everything requires money. We can’t bear that much....