After listening to Lu Shouyue's brief introduction of his auction house, Lin Wanwan ran upstairs with a "thump thump thump," and Lu Shouyue followed closely behind.
Lin Wanwan went straight to her room, took a wooden box out of her backpack, and handed it to Lu Shouyue: "Here, Mr. Lu, you have a good eye. Help me take a look."
Lu Shouyue took the wooden box, feeling its weight, his eyebrows slightly raised. Was this kept in a backpack?
When he received the backpack from the hotel manager that day, he didn't open it, but he could somewhat feel that there was a heavy nanmu box inside.
"Wanwan, this wooden box is quite something. Where did you get it?"
Lin Wanwan's eyes widened, curious: "What? Is there something special about this wooden box? I got it during a summer vacation in college when I was out bargain hunting in the countryside. A family was using it to store Buddhist scriptures. I thought this wavy wooden box looked nice, so I bought it for two hundred."
