Li Fei didn't want his sister to know about the tomb robbing, so he definitely couldn't pull this cart of stuff home by himself. He could only pull it all to a temporary warehouse, and then let me live in the warehouse and watch over it.
Spending time with soul bottles all over the floor would make me feel intimidated even if I'm brave.
I didn't dare to sleep too much at night, so I bought two bottles of liquor, a pound of peanuts, and sat on the floor to drink alone. As long as people are drunk, they won't think about those messy things.
I was in the mood to drink when I suddenly heard a knock on the door, which scared me so much that I suddenly sobered up.
I didn't dare to say anything.
Then he heard someone say from outside the door: "It's me, Aaron, open the door."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"What?"
"Brother, you are so elegant. You drank alone? It's nothing. I just came to see you."
I asked people to come in and thought: "Maybe Li Fei is worried about things, so let this guy come over and take a look."
I brought a paper cup, poured half a cup for him, and then asked, "How is the old noodles?"
"Tsk...this mouthful is really strong."
"Four broken ribs and punctured lung. I will have to stay in the hospital for at least a month."
"Brother Feng, your palms are so awesome. Have you ever learned martial arts? It's a shame that I'm so lucky, otherwise he would have to meet an angel."
Aaron moved around, and suddenly, a watermelon knife fell from his body.
He hurriedly picked up the watermelon knife and said with a smile: "Brother, please answer, have you ever learned martial arts?"
I also carry a knife with me all the time, so I didn’t feel unusual.
I took a sip of the wine and said, "I was using Baguazhang, and I still had five points of strength left, otherwise I would either die or be disabled."
"That's really awesome."
Aaron brought a bench and said, "Brother, can you smash this thing to pieces with Baguazhang? Brother, you still want to open your eyes."
As the saying goes, wine strengthens one's courage. I chuckled and said, "It's not difficult. Just keep an eye on it."
Putting the bench on the ground, I took advantage of the 30% alcohol, lifted my breath, my mind sank into my dantian, and recalled the feeling of that slap in my mind.
When the luck was over, my eyes widened with anger and my palm fell instantly!
Two seconds later.
"This...isn't it broken?" Aaron said, staring at the bench.
I said expressionlessly: "The Xingyi Palm I used this time is about damaging its inner parts. The bench is fine now. In fact, I have completely smashed the internal wooden structure and texture. If you don't believe me, use a magnifying glass to take a closer look."
I used the excuse that I had drunk too much and went to the toilet and would be back soon.
When I came outside, I immediately threw my hands away. It really hurt...
what's the situation?
Could it be that the slap I gave my old face was my human potential?
After three years of hard training, why did it end up being a flash in the pan?
At that moment, the power that was superior to ordinary people made me very intoxicated. At that moment, I really felt that I was the strongest man in the world. If I met Xie Qirong or Shi Wuchang, my palm would definitely hit their internal organs. Vomiting blood.
After drinking with Aaron for a while, he got up and left, and I locked the door and went to sleep.
The appointed time is getting closer and closer. On the one hand, I urged Li Fei to quickly find someone to replace Lao Mian. It is really difficult to work without one person. On the other hand, I have been looking for buyers for this batch of goods locally in Yinchuan.
The business talks about "matching the dealer" when selling goods, and the soul bottle Qin Xida talks to the dealer. There are two reasons why I didn't go to Qin Xida.
On the one hand, the reason is that the current situation is unclear, there has been no news from Gutou for more than a month, and I am still on the road, so I really don’t dare to contact acquaintances rashly.
On the other hand, the reason is that this batch of black glaze soul bottles is of low quality. It is not the high-end shadow green soul bottle with piles of plastic and engravings from the Northern and Southern Dynasties or Southern Song Dynasty. In fact, in my eyes, it is junk. I, Xiang Yun If Feng sells junk goods, it would be tantamount to lowering his status. What is my status?
What I pursue is that when anyone on the way hears my name, what they immediately think of is: "It turns out to be Shenyan Peak, hurry up and go see it. The products he sells must be exquisite, sophisticated, old, good, and rare."
I would rather eat a bite of fairy peach than a basket of rotten apricots.
Abandoning the traditional concept of taking what you see, not touching the less valuable junk in the tomb, constantly optimizing its own shipping chain, strengthening personnel management, and controlling the quality of the team's products, in order to build a first-class famous brand in the circle, this is what I believe part of future career planning.
Of course, this is in the future, but I still have to take it now because I am so strapped for money that I am starving to death.
Yinchuan Antique Market is located near the North Tower in Xingqing District. It is not a small area and has many shops, but there are not many people on Saturdays and Sundays. I was carrying a backpack with a black glaze soul bottle sample in it and asked if they would accept it. .
