Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 559 - 558: In the Wrong Era

After browsing around this antique store, Lin Wanwan bought so jade raw materials for a few hundred dollars and left, but ultimately, she didn’t call the police.

However, she kept the shop owner’s WeChat, planning to observe for a while before making any decisions.

It’s not that she suddenly mistrusts the truth, but she suddenly thought that when urgently needing cash, a shop lingering in the gray area might help her quickly dispose of her antiques.

Of course, in terms of trust and scale, Lu Shouyue’s Buzhou Studio is naturally a step above, but having one more option is never a bad thing.

Like last ti when she was frad by Wang Anni, Lin Wanwan dared not quickly cash out the antiques and play financial gas with the other party.

It’s increasingly hard to hide windfall gains in modern society! If an extra hundred thousand appears in your bank card, the bank will call to ask the source and try to sell you financial products.

There really are no secrets, just whether you want to check or not!

Fortunately, now she has Yongtang, so at worst, pay more taxes, but she must safely transfer so assets from the Great Tang over.

Due to opening a physical store, setting up cross-border e-comrce, and spending so advertisents, buying traffic, the cash made before from selling ancient zithers and calligraphy has almost been spent.

With less deposit in the bank card, the sense of security diminishes instantly.

So Lin Wanwan turned her mind back to ancient paintings and calligraphy, but she was reluctant to sell good items. Like Zhan Ziqian’s Lantern Festival Night Banquet, Gu Yewang’s Insect Grass Painting, she couldn’t bear to sell any of them!

These good things are hard to get even in the Great Tang! After all, you can’t buy them.

Luckily now she has arrived in Chang’an, if given the chance, she definitely wants to gather a batch of famous paintings and calligraphy before leaving.

If only she could travel beyond the Zhen Guan Dynasty and into the era of Li Zhi, when figures like Wang Bo and Luo Binwang were having tough official careers and selling inscriptions to make money.

If Lin Wanwan were to et them at that ti, she would be sure to buy their writings from them every day, becoming their number one patron, she could even buy a house just to store their calligraphy and paintings!

Sadly, now she travels in the early Zhen Guan period, during which historical celebrities haven’t reached the point of selling their writings!

After walking around the night market, Lin Wanwan returned to her small courtyard at nearly eleven o’clock.

To prevent needing to adjust both ti zones and seasons when traveling between two worlds, Lin Wanwan always likes to try to synchronize ti as much as possible, with so mild compulsive tendencies.

This ti, because of inconvenient ti travel while rushing, the modern ti flow has fallen far behind the Great Tang. So, during her ti in Chang’an, she plans to return to modern tis every night to adjust the ti.

One night in the Great Tang disappears for ten hours, and she can stay in the contemporary world for forty hours, nearly two days and nights.

After washing up and about to sleep, her phone received new ssages.

Lin Wanwan opened them to see more advertisents about lectures, with the lecture location at Ancient Capital University, and the topic is the fun history of the Great Tang.

The phone placed in her modern room had already received several identical promotions, one per day.

Unexpectedly, such lectures are even advertised, Lin Wanwan was quite surprised, she noticed it was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

Since she’s free anyway, she decided to attend the lectures to gain so knowledge.

Being in the ancient capital took effort, so tomorrow morning Lin Wanwan plans to visit the Great Ci’en Temple and the Great Tang Lotus Garden, to feel the thousand-year ti gap. In the afternoon, she will visit Ancient Capital University and listen to the lecture.

With plans for tomorrow sorted out in her mind, Lin Wanwan turned on the air conditioner and went to bed.

The renovation of this small courtyard is very old, even the air conditioning unit is a decade old, creating heavy noise once turned on. Lin Wanwan couldn’t help but cover her ears even in dreams.

A house’s quality can’t really be judged by appearance alone.

Though quiet, the small courtyard has outdated equipnt. With hindsight, she should have rented a newer, upscale residential area for a better experience.

As Lin Wanwan fell into sleep, three kiloters away in a suite at Ti Hotel, a man was sitting at the window desk silently drawing.

Behind him was the dark night; under his pen was a beautiful woman.

Night brought a cold front, temperatures suddenly dropped, and the wind howled outside as the ancient city’s late-February chill remained biting.

The centrally-heated and ground-heated hotel suite was warm and inviting, insulated from the dark night’s cold.

But the entire suite was too quiet, too lonely, only the sound of a pencil "swooshing" across paper could be heard.

Lu Shouyue hates loneliness but often finds himself feeling lonely. Perhaps life is inherently contradictory.

His fingers are notably long, seeming like an artist’s hands, and what he is doing now has a whiff of decadent artistry.

Stroke by stroke, he outlined the woman’s figure, and before long, she seed to co alive on paper, vivid, gentle, yet mischievous.

Academics ca easily to him since childhood, leaving him ample ti for extracurricular pursuits like music, chess, calligraphy, painting.

Lu Shouyue’s painting skills aren’t bad, and the sketch before him showed profound expertise. Because the person on the paper had long occupied his heart, she wouldn’t need to be present for her every move to appear.

Once finished, Lu Shouyue gazed at the portrait, then after a while, he grabbed a bottle of wine from beside him, opening and drinking from it directly, full of loneliness.

This was wine he bought from Jie Yuting, though it had been a long ti since he had eaten at his private restaurant, solely to avoid a certain person.

Later, Lu Shouyue realized it was all pointless, rely deceptive.

So people’s presence feels like a calamity, destined for him to fall from the first glance.

Like a seed crossing years of barren desert, suddenly sprouting an oasis in his heart, forcing him to endure the pain of breaking through the earth.

Having seen many beauties, it was her who just fitted his aesthetic precisely. She seed not like an unexpected arrival but rather erging from the depths of his heart.

rely being attracted by appearance would’ve been manageable, but unfortunately, he foolishly decided to get to know her, making it nearly impossible to retreat.

Don’t various books on emotions all say love is just impulsive, a montary serotonin imbalance? Then why, staying distant from her, does he feel emotions growing stronger!

Seeing her, she is vivid and bright; not seeing her, he embellishes her further, sinking deeper, loving more.

Recently, Wang Bocheng and a few childhood friends dragged him to nurous parties and banquets, full of glitz and glamour, but none could stir him.

They simply don’t understand, once you’ve seen the boundless sea, no other water compares; after experiencing the magic of Mountain Wu, no other clouds matter.

After finishing a bottle of wine, Lu Shouyue stood with heavy steps, washed briefly, then lay in bed and glanced at his phone’s mailbox.

The other party inford him that today’s promotional ssages had been sent out.

Lu Shouyue smiled bitterly and put down his phone.