After the three discussed the details, they each hung up the phone.
Pang Huan stood by the bonfire. The flames in his eyes were more powerful than the bonfire beside him. After scanning the endless desert in the distance, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky. He stretched out his right hand and shook it gently. It seemed that the bright moon, the endless desert, and the entire world were in the palm of his hand.
Although he is young and has an immature figure, he possesses indescribable power at this moment.
"O world, world, get ready to receive your King!"
On the other side, Gao Yang stood on the beach of the Magic City, holding an iron gun in one hand. The tip of the gun was pierced along with his eyes, pointing directly at the bustling city and the feasting of the Magic City in the distance. Then he fired in a circle, snorted coldly, and rushed Entering the sea, with endless determination, sharp edge, unstoppable.
Zhao Jin stood by the window and looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and a face that looked gentler and more handsome than him appeared in his mind unconsciously.
"A gentleman is like a jade, oh, sissy, I'm one step ahead of you. Our agreement has already begun. Are you ready..."
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Even if you don't fall asleep until dawn, you still can't relax.
Early the next morning, after Zhao Jin completed his usual gun practice, he did not ride a bicycle. Instead, he took a taxi with a large bag of "local goods" to the most famous antique street in Xinhai City.
As soon as you enter Mingde Old Street, you can see a lot of antique vendors. They don't yell, they just sit on the floor. The so-called antiques are also simply placed on the carpet. The main thing is to simplify the complex and simplify it. Return to nature, the real person does not show his appearance.
In fact, you are willing to fight and endure. If you are blind and don't see the fake, you can only admit it and treat it as spending money to learn.
This is the default rule in this industry. Didn't you see that there aren't even patrol police around this street? These stall owners and traders are not fuel-efficient lamps, and none of them are easy to mess with.
In terms of prosperity, although it is not as prosperous as Panjiayuan in Kyoto, the good goods hidden inside are not necessarily less than it. Due to the geographical location of Xinhai City, a coastal port, many local masters would choose to come here to vomit their filth.
Therefore, this street is also full of crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and the water is quite deep.
Further inside, cars were not allowed to enter. Zhao Jin got off the car at the street entrance and walked straight into the depths of the old street without stopping. He didn't even take a look at the so-called "real antiques" on the roadside.
Suddenly, a person jumped out and stood in front of Zhao Jin, with a diligent look on his face. If Zhao Jin hadn't reacted in time, he would have almost bumped into him.
"This little brother, please stay!"
This middle-aged man is short in stature, has a thin goatee, and his eyes are small but have golden light, resembling a big mouse.
Although those staring eyes were looking at Zhao Jin, they had already drifted towards the big bag carried on Zhao Jin's back.
"Get the hell out of here. Fortunately, you didn't call me fellow Taoist, please stay. Otherwise, I would beat you to death. Do you think you are Shen Gongbao!?"
Feeling slanderous in his heart, Zhao Jinli ignored the man, walked around and continued walking.
There are many people on this street who will suddenly stop you. It's not Zhao Jin's first time here, so he won't be fooled by such a person. No matter what he says, just ignore him.
"Hey, hey, little brother, little brother, don't leave, I have something to tell you!"
Seeing that Zhao Jin didn't even pay attention to him, he quickly chased after him.
Zhao Jin still ignored him, leaving him chattering alone, like a noisy fly surrounding Zhao Jin.
"Brother, let me tell you, you and I are destined. I heard magpies chirping in the morning, and I knew that I was going to meet a noble person today. This noble person is no one else, but you, little brother!"
His words, which were supposed to be acquaintances, sounded very unpleasant to Zhao Jin's ears. This was already the second time in the past two days.
Another person said that we are destined, I am destined to be so, how can there be so much fate to say.
"Brother, don't walk so fast. Wait for me. I really have something to tell you. The price I offer must be very high. Oh, please slow down."
Although he told Zhao Jin to slow down, no matter how Zhao Jin speeded up, he followed closely with small steps, and the distance never widened.
This also let Zhao Jin know that this person is very human and has some skills, so he would not want to be associated with such a person because he would be easily betrayed.
Finally, amidst the noise of the fly's chattering, Zhao Jin arrived at the destination of his trip.
Zhao Jin raised his head and saw an antique "tea house" with a grand entrance and three simple characters "Zangbaozhai" on it. A flag with the word "Wu" hung on the railing beside it.
In addition, on both sides of the gate, there are two squatting stone beasts as tall as one person, one Pixiu and one Qilin.
Pixiu opened his mouth as if he wanted to swallow up all the belongings from all directions, while Qilin closed his eyes to meditate, but did not become angry or intimidating.
Staring into their eyes, after a few breaths, the Pixiu seems to have come to life, opening its huge mouth and rushing towards you.
And that Qilin's eyes that were originally closed seemed to wake up, staring straight at you, as if to see you through. That expression seemed to say, "Sister, how dirty and dirty you are inside, can I see it?"
Zhao Jin looked at Pi Xiu, who was about to pounce, and chuckled. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The illusion disappeared, but they were still two stone beasts. Like dead things, Pi Xiu still opened his mouth. Qilin still closed his eyes.
Zhao Jin always stares at these two stone beasts every time he comes here. Originally it was to exercise concentration, but now it is just for fun.
These two gate stone beasts are not ordinary objects. There is a reason why this treasure house has not been burned or stolen for a hundred years.
And Zhao Jin knew that this Pixiu was a shady person, that is, a tomb-suppressing beast.
"Little brother, let me tell you, this is a shady store. You will definitely suffer a loss here. Why not go to the opposite side? Qingshui Zhai opposite is famous for its fair prices and good reputation."
Seeing Zhao Jin about to enter the treasure house, the big mouse finally became anxious and quickly walked in front of Zhao Jin, blocking Zhao Jin's way.
"oh?"
After hearing this, Zhao Jin turned around and looked at the ancient building opposite. Seeing that there was something going on, the middle-aged man quickly struck while the iron was hot.
"Little brother, let me tell you, Qingshui Zhai across the street is definitely a conscientious store. Look, every person who comes out of it doesn't come out with a smile. It's definitely a century-old store and trustworthy! "
After listening to this person's words, Zhao Jin turned around and looked at this person with a chuckle.
"I remember two months ago, this was still a teahouse, right? It's a century-old restaurant, ha!"
He walked straight into the treasure house, leaving the middle-aged man with a stunned look messy in the wind.
"Look around, is there any restaurant on Mingde Old Street that knows more about this store than mine? You are a fake, and you still dare to come here to test the waters?"
Walking into Zangbaozhai, there are a large number of antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the front hall, most of which are from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It would be really fantastic to find a fake antique here.
However, the antiques here can no longer attract Zhao Jin's attention, and he is not here to buy antiques.
Hearing the noisy sounds in the shop, he was happy to see the excitement.
"You're talking nonsense. I went to Qingshui Zhai across from you. Their prices were much higher than yours. I came here for the sake of your Zangbaozhai's century-old store. It's better for you to call me fake. Goods, guys, come here to review! How can such a good thing be a fake?"
There are still many customers in the store at this time. With so many people there all morning, you can imagine how good the business of Wu Family Zangbaozhai is.
The people of Qian country have a habit engraved in their bones that they love to join in the fun. As soon as they heard this person yelling, they all gathered around, but the young man in front of him had an expression like "I will just watch your performance quietly."
"Big guy, please comment! The Qingshui Zhai across from my Jin Nong lacquer calligraphy offered a high price for it. But when I came to the Zangbao Zhai, it was fine if he didn't accept it. I just left. He insisted. I can't bear to say that this is a fake. Please tell me how this could be a fake. If you can't tell me, I will destroy your sign!"
The fat man who was tall and thick kept talking, and the fat on his face kept shaking with the flying spittle.
Unfortunately, before this young man could speak, an old man beside him couldn't sit still.
"Young man, I think you are looking for trouble in the wrong place!"
"Uncle, what are you talking about here! This is the genuine work of Old Jinnong. Don't you know, Old Jinnong? He is the calligrapher and painter of the Qing Dynasty and the first of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou. He didn't leave many original works. I This painting was handed down from our ancestors and is worth a lot of money!"
This fat man didn't know where he got his confidence from. He acted like he had never seen the world before, but he didn't know that your uncle would always be your uncle.
The uncle smiled softly, not paying attention to his shouting, and continued to speak slowly.
"Hey, young man, do you look down on the old man? I have seen more calligraphy and painting than you have eaten. It is really difficult to find such a remote calligraphy and painting for you. It is a pity, it is a pity that yours is a fake."
Seeing the old man's determined look, the fat man was a little flustered. He knew whether it was authentic or not, and he had no choice but to continue shouting.
"Why do you say that!?"
"Young man, I see you really can't shed tears until you see the coffin! You ask me why I say this? I'll tell you, because I've seen the real thing, and it's in this store. I'm afraid you're looking for trouble in the wrong place. Come on, show off your skills with a sword in front of Guan Gong, but you can use your ax in front of Lu Ban!"
When he heard this, the fat man was completely panicked. What was going on? The painting that man told me was definitely not fake. He didn't even know if there was an authentic painting in his shop. Why did he ask me to come? You must be stupid to find fault!
The obese man kept cursing the person behind the scenes, but he remained calm on his face.
"Old man, don't talk nonsense. If this is really authentic, if you have the ability, let him take it out and have a look, and let everyone judge who is the real one!"
Seeing that the fat man still refused to admit defeat, the old man no longer planned to save face for him. He reached out to pick up a cup of tea on the cabinet next to him, but a young hand snatched him away.
When he looked up, he saw that it was Wu Mofei, the young owner of the Wu Family Treasure Shop.
"Master Lu, let me do it."
Uncle Lu looked at Wu Mofei's firm eyes and felt very relieved, feeling that there was a successor to the Wu family.
