Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (11)

Hurry, the police are here.

Though it was already night, killing several people along the way had still made quite a commotion.

Su Qiao did not hesitate. She sprinted forward, leaped up, grabbed the wall on one side of the alley, and vaulted over to the other side.

After winding through several streets, she waved down a rickshaw and quietly returned home.

She stripped off her clothes, quickly changed into a silk nightgown, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

She took the things from her bag and tossed them onto the bed, untied the knot in the yellow silk cloth, and opened the golden box inside.

A white jade object slightly larger than a fist appeared before her.

Su Qiao picked it up and examined the seal underneath. She froze for a moment. "This is what you said was valuable?"

She did not know whether it was genuine, but if she had not mistaken it, this was the Imperial Seal, right?

Moreover, judging by its feel, its grain, and its luster, it was definitely genuine jade.

444 looked immensely proud. "Is this not valuable? Do you know how much they were planning to sell it for? Fifty gold bars."

"Gold bars" referred to ten-tael bars of gold. One jin was sixteen taels, and a single bar was worth six thousand silver dollars.

That added up to three hundred thousand silver dollars.

And this was not valuable?

Even highly respected intellectuals and professors earned only around 280 dollars a month.

Su Qiao was uninterested. She put the object back in the box. "It is valuable, but I cannot sell it."

If she sold it, would she not be just like those cultural traffickers?

Besides, if it really was the Imperial Seal, then it was no ordinary object.

It represented