Laughing and waving his hand, Bai Xiaoyi refused:

"Thank you Uncle Shen for your kindness, I think it's better to forget it. Master, I am not born to be the material for business, or the rivers and lakes are more suitable for me. ”

Nodding with some regret, Shen Wansan said in disappointment:

"Everyone has their own ambitions, I know. But no matter how you say it, you saved my life, I Shen Wansan don't like to owe others. In this way, I can promise you three wishes, as long as it is within my ability and do not do anything harmful, I can satisfy you whatever you want. ”

His eyes widened, and Bai Xiaoyi couldn't believe his ears. These are the three wishes of the richest man in the dynasty, and they are almost omnipotent. After hesitating for a long time, the rogue boy asked with a sly face:

"Uncle Shen, I heard that you have a treasure called 'cornucopia' at home, is it true?"

His complexion changed slightly, and Shen Wansan lowered his voice and said:

"Why do you talk about this all of a sudden? I do have that thing, what, little brother wants to see it?"

Bai Xiaoyi looked at the old man with bright eyes.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Wansan nodded heavily:

"Well, since you want to see it so, I'll take you to see it, the legendary cornucopia. ”

An hour later, the elated Bai Xiaoyi, led by Shen Wansan, came to the study in the backyard of the Shen Mansion. This is the place where the elderly usually deal with official business, the environment is quiet and the interior decoration is simple and elegant.

As soon as he entered the room, the rogue boy was attracted by the huge abacus on the wall, which was more than three feet long. The abacus was made entirely of brass, firmly embedded in the wall, and the beads on it seemed to be able to be moved, but Bai Xiaoyi, who didn't know anything about this line, just groped curiously and lost interest.

And Shen Wansan, who was full of kind smiles, walked over slowly after the young man left the abacus, his hands were flying, and after a quick fiddle, the seemingly solid stone wall actually opened a secret door from the middle.

Smiling slightly, the old man dragged Bai Xiaoyi, who was stunned, into the open secret door. As the two entered, the wall returned to its original state again.

After passing through a narrow corridor, an old man and a young man came to a secret room three feet square. In this not very spacious secret room, there are all kinds of rare treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Bai Xiaoyi knew that if he thought about it with his toes, he would take out any thing here, and it would be priceless.

With his mouth wide open, the rogue boy looked at the rare objects he had never seen before. On the other side, Shen Wansan didn't care about the young man's rudeness, and the old man walked to the wooden table covered with black cloth in the middle of the secret room. With a slight tug, he lifted the black flannel cloth, revealing the washbasin-sized object below.

Coughing lightly, Shen Wansan shouted at Bai Xiaoyi, who had a demented face:

"Xiao Yi, what you're looking for is here. ”

Turning his head in a daze, the scoundrel boy realized the strange thing in front of the old man. Looking closer, the washbasin-sized thing should be a pot. The whole thing is cast in bronze, and it is also painted with patterns from the Shang and Zhou dynasties and some strange symbols.

The moment he saw those symbols, Bai Xiaoyi was stunned. Those strange symbols had many similarities to the words on his domino card, and if memory serves, Mei'er told him that these things were called Deathmon.

The young man, who was a little confused for a while, groped for the earrings on both sides of the bronze cauldron and asked tentatively:

"Uncle Shen, this is the legendary 'cornucopia'?"

Shen Wansan, who was opposite, smiled and nodded:

"Why, doesn't it look like it?"

Squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, Bai Xiaoyi muttered in a low voice:

"I thought the cornucopia should be a big basin full of jewels, but I didn't think it would be such a broken pot......"

Ignoring Bai Xiaoyi's words, the old man explained to himself:

"The world thinks that the cornucopia is a treasure that can give birth to wealth, but in fact, the real cornucopia gives me not real treasures, but an image. ”

"Imagery?"

The scoundrel boy asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it's the image. It could be a person, an object, or an event. Xiao Yi, do you remember what I told you on the street just now? This cornucopia is not a real treasure, but a business opportunity, or an idea, an idea that can make hundreds of millions of dollars if used properly. ”

Looking at Bai Xiaoyi, who was at a loss, Shen Wansan continued to explain:

"For example, a few years ago, when I was in the tea business in Hangzhou, the cornucopia made me see a mountain, which not only has a large area of soil suitable for planting tea trees, but more importantly, there are five excellent tea trees that are six or seven hundred years old. Another time I went to Xi'an to do business, and the cornucopia actually showed me a wasteland with no grass. But when I bought it, I found out that there was an imperial tomb in the Western Han Dynasty underneath the ground. Half of the treasures in this secret room were dug up from the tomb. Not only that, but over the years, the cornucopia has allowed me to meet a lot of people, and after getting to know them, they have helped me a lot at a critical time. My decades of business have been smooth sailing with the help of these people. ”

After pondering what the old man said, the scoundrel boy seemed to understand and said:

"In other words, this cornucopia does not directly conjure gold and silver treasures, but gives you an opportunity that you can rely on to make more money?"

Nodding approvingly, Shen Wansan smiled and said:

"Yes, that's it. It's just that this kind of foreshadowing seems to be a bit of a sneak peek, so there is some price to pay. The old man pointed to his heart and said: "Every time I use the cornucopia, I will receive a backlash, and over the years, my innate vitality loss is how it has accumulated." ”

Pouting, Bai Xiaoyi muttered:

"Co-authoring is exchanging life for money......"

"Hmm...... The same cannot be said exactly. Depending on the individual's chances, the content you see will be different. Because a drop of essence blood is required to use it, only the user himself can see what you should see. ”

As he spoke, the old man picked up a delicate little dagger from the side and was about to slash it towards his hand:

"There is no basis for empty talk, so let me show you, old man, how this treasure is used. ”

Seeing that the old man was about to use the cornucopia, Bai Xiaoyi on the side hurriedly stopped him:

"Uncle Shen, are you crazy? This disease has just been cured, if you use this thing again, you will have to worry about your life!"

With a slightly bitter smile, Shen Wansan explained in a bitter tone while playing with the dagger in his hand:

"Xiao Yi, if you want to survive in this world, sometimes you have to do something that you have to do, this is called involuntarily, do you know? On the surface, although the businessman is at the bottom, in this world, the businessman family can exchange money for everything. In a sense, the strength of the businessman is actually above the official. But even so, the interests of merchants still depend on royal power in the final analysis. Without the protection of royal power, even a rich country cannot really replace a country. What I want to do now is to ensure the prosperity of my Shen family for a hundred years. ”

Taking a deep breath, the old man gently cut a hole with his dagger, allowing the blood to drip into the clear water in the bronze cauldron.