"Young man, come in and pick whatever you like, whatever you want."

The stall owner is an American uncle with a beard and a military knife.

In the middle of the night, the temperature was only 11 or 12 degrees Celsius, but this uncle was wearing a hurdle vest with his thick arms exposed.

In this outfit, Chen Rui, who is wearing a windbreaker, is really embarrassed.

Those who have stayed in the United States for a long time have to admit that these foreigners are really rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

Sometimes in winter, you can see people walking outside wearing pants and bare feet.

I don’t know if they are really not cold, or if they are mentally ill.

"Go inside and take a look. You can't see clearly from the outside."

The uncle warmly greeted Chen Rui into the shed.

This uncle's stall is a tent set up on the grass by the roadside.

The innermost part of the tent is a camp bed, and there is a small military Cass stove by the window, with coffee brewed on it.

As soon as you enter the tent, you can smell the aroma of coffee.

"Would you like a drink to keep your head clear?"

The uncle asked him very familiarly, and Chen Rui shook his head.

The uncle did not continue to persuade him, but just took off the coffee pot from the Cass stove, and then picked up a World War II German army's marching water cup.

I poured a cup of pure American style into it, and Chen Rui could smell the bitter taste from far away.

What's even more amazing is that the uncle didn't pour milk into the coffee like other people did.

Instead, he took out a small bottle of vodka from the satchel behind him and poured it into the coffee.

"Haha, on such a humid and cold morning, there is nothing more refreshing than a cup of Irish coffee like this?"

The uncle smiled and raised the coffee in his hand towards Chen Rui.

Chen Rui was also stunned: "You call this Irish coffee?"

"Haha, what else? When I was stationed in Germany, I often drank like this..."

After this back and forth, the two started chatting.

It turns out that this uncle was once a American soldier stationed in Germany.

Later, he unexpectedly discovered that the military products business during World War II was very easy to do, so he started to become an antique dealer dealing with this stuff.

"...For example, this M35-style German helmet, in good condition, can now be sold for 10,000 U.S. dollars each."

"And this 98k rifle, in good condition, can be sold for more than 4,000..."

The uncle introduced his products to Chen Rui enthusiastically, and Chen Rui was dumbfounded.

A helmet can sell for more than 10,000?

A 98k bottle can be sold for more than 4,000?

Now a brand new AR15, loaded with plug-ins, is about the same price, okay?

It seems that making World War II military products is really a good business.

However, the purpose of Chen Rui's trip was not these military uniforms.

What he was paying attention to was the long table near the door, which was filled with various small objects from the Second World War.

These things include the German Iron Cross and the dagger with the eagle emblem.

Telescopes, gas masks, lunch boxes and other objects used by the German army during World War II.

The uncle saw that he was interested in these things and introduced them to him with a smile.

"I bought these all from Germany."

"After the merger of Germany and Germany, there were many of these objects in Germany."

"I usually go shopping once a year, and I always find some good things."

Chen Rui nodded: "Yes, what's the second-hand market in Germany like? I want to go there too!"

"Haha, that place is really interesting, especially in Berlin. It has everything."

"Although the scale is not large, the categories are very complete..."

The uncle also talked about his glorious experience in Germany.

Chen Rui could tell that this uncle was definitely a talker, and he chatted with him all the time.

But in his hand, he picked up a camera placed on the corner of the table.

The appearance of this camera looks very awkward, it is stained with rust, and the lens is also worn.

Chen Rui raised it to his eyes and glanced at the viewfinder window. It was so dark inside that he couldn't see anything clearly.

When the uncle saw him picking up the camera, he sighed and said.

"I knew you all liked German cameras."

"I brought a lot of these things back from Germany, but most of them were sold."

"This is the only one left. Its condition is not very good. It seems to have been soaked in water."

"There seems to be some film inside, but it's a pity that the cover of the film compartment is rusted to death."

"So I didn't dare to open the cover, because if I opened it violently, the film inside would be exposed..."

"What a pity. If the film could be taken out, if the photos were valuable, they would be worth a lot of money!"

Chen Rui pretended to be casual and looked at the camera in his hand.

The condition of this camera is indeed not very good, it can even be described as dilapidated.

No wonder it was left there for a long time without being sold, but Chen Rui knew that the camera in his hand was definitely a treasure.

Others can't see it, but he can see that this camera emits a soft yellow light from the inside out...

He held his breath, his eyes went dark, and his sight passed through the rusty shell of the camera.

When he saw the dry and intact film in the film bin, he felt ecstatic.

Because that soft yellow light comes from this film.

This shows that the most valuable thing in this camera is the film.

He knew that the uncle was not lying. Many old films from the Second World War, especially those containing precious scenes, were very valuable.

At this time, he shook his head in a pretense of regret, and then asked the uncle casually.

"How much does this camera cost?"

"Yeah! Three hundred dollars!"

Ouch! The uncle's dragon-slaying knife can cut really hard.

Chen Rui turned to look at his uncle, with an unhappy expression on his face. The meaning is clear, do you think I look like a leek?

"Boss, how much do Canon, Sony and Sony cost now? You can buy a very good digital camera with more than a thousand!"

"But this is a classic Leica IIIC from the Second World War!"

A hint of cunning flashed through the uncle's eyes, and Chen Rui sighed.

"If the quality is better, no matter how expensive you sell it, I can accept it, but for this quality, you want three hundred?"

"Forget it!"

He sighed and put the camera back into the distance.

Then he turned around and walked out. In fact, he kept paying attention to the uncle's expression while walking...

Sure enough, as he got closer to the door of the tent, the red light above the uncle's head weakened more rapidly.

The moment he was about to step out of the tent, the red light above the uncle's head quickly turned into a faint white light.

"Hey! Man, don't leave in a hurry? Can you give me a price?"

The uncle shouted to him with some dejection, and Chen Rui turned around with a smile.

"100 yuan!"

"Fuk, your offer is really cruel! Forget it, 100 is 100, take this garbage away from me quickly..."

Although the uncle cursed, he finally accepted Chen Rui's offer.
Chapter completed!