"It's okay, uncle. In the future, you will also eat what I have eaten. Just listen to me."

"Huh? Are you that confident?"

Ai Weiwei ignored me and raised the hand directly in front of her. While eating, she said, "Uncle, listen, everyone is talking about evil spirits."

This kind of thing is usually a hot topic, and it is normal for people to talk about it, but it would be abnormal not to talk about it.

However, I don't believe in ghosts and gods.

The reason why he said something so weird was just to attract the audience.

I smiled lightly and shouted at the top of my lungs: "How can there be evil spirits in a good shop?"

My shout alerted Mr. Yan, who raised his head and looked at me.

"My friend, you may not know this. This store used to be in the antique business. Antiques are all old items with various origins. It's hard to say what unlucky things they have been stained with.

It is normal for some funerary objects dug out of the ground to be stained with corpse gas.

If there are too many bad things, strange things will happen."

"Oh?" My voice rose, "You should tell me what's weird."

"Friends, don't be impatient. Listen to me in detail. The story begins twenty or thirty years ago...

At that time, the antique street was not popular yet, and the antique street was not called antique street, but Xianrendu.

The name Xianrendu has its origin. It is said that an immortal attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven here, but it is impossible to verify which immortal it was.

Although it is called Xianrendu, the road is muddy and not many people like to come here.

There is a family in Xianrendu whose surname is Wang, and the owner is named Wang Zhichun. He has been dealing in antiques for generations.

Although their family is not a wealthy and aristocratic family, they still have some money and have enough food and clothing.

Wang Zhichun has always had a heart problem. The Wang family is very small, with only one son in three generations. In his generation, he only had one son, named Wang Xiufu.

Wang Xiufu was childless for many years after his marriage.

This made the Wang family and his son anxious.

His family searched everywhere for the secret recipe to have a baby.

Finally, when Wang Zhichun was seventy years old, he gave birth to a grandson named Wang Xingjia.

Promote the family, prosper the family, Wang Zhichun hopes that the Wang family will prosper from now on.

Wang Zhichun wants to make the Wang family full of descendants and prosperous.

He first worked on his own, remodeling his own house and renovating it inside and out.

Later, he spent money to build roads and changed the entire street.

The original muddy path has been paved with blue bricks, and walking on the street gives you a feeling of going back to ancient times.

The road was repaired and the first antique shop on Antique Street, Shangzhen Building, also opened.

The streets have their own characteristics, and people gradually increase in number. When there are more people, business people also come.

At first, there were not many decent shops in the Antique Street. Most of them were street stalls, making random things.

Some of the things on the street stalls are genuine and some are fake. If everyone buys something and they don’t know whether it is genuine or not, they will ask the Wang family to identify it. Wang Zhichun is also happy to do so. Of course, there is also a certain appraisal fee.

This thing, if he says it is true, it is true, if he says it is false, it is false, and no one doubts it.

He said it's worth whatever it's worth.

As time went by, Wang Zhichun became the leader of the antique street, known as the "Magic Eye King", and had a high prestige in this street.

Everyone was willing to go to the Wang family to appraise treasures, and this street developed an antique style. The name Xianrendu was gradually replaced by Antique Street.

Anyone of a certain age on the antique street knows that his family's most valuable treasure is the white jade Buddha from the Tang Dynasty.

He rarely shows this treasure to outsiders unless he has important guests."

White jade Buddha from Tang Dynasty?

Could he be talking about the one in Sihai Pavilion?

Mr. Yan paused deliberately: "Has anyone seen the Jade Buddha in Sihai Pavilion?"

There was an uproar in the hall, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly reached a climax.

"Third Master, please stop being so secretive and tell me quickly." People in the hall were making noises.

Sanye Yan was calm and said with a smile: "Everyone, don't worry, I'll drink tea to moisten my throat, and everyone should eat something."

After saying that, the waiter brought various refreshments and wandered around the hall.

A lot of food was also delivered to the door of the private room.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

The waiter was very smart and immediately brought the items in after hearing my words.

Bobo chicken, sugar-oiled fruit, fruit ice powder, lotus cake...

The portions of each item are not large, but they look very appetizing.

Ai Weiwei took a few more skewers of Bobo Chicken and a bowl of fruit ice powder.

This is a marketing tool of Fuji Tea House.

When I heard this, I felt hungry and wanted to hear the story behind it, so I naturally ate.

Asking customers to order will waste time. Some customers have difficulty choosing and may struggle for a long time and end up ordering nothing.

The waiter directly brought up all kinds of things. These things were exquisitely made, delicious and beautiful.

The audience's attention is attracted, and their appetite naturally rises.

Once the things are sold, making money will not be a problem.

In less than a moment, all the things brought by the waiters in the hall were gone.

When the items were almost sold, Mr. Yan started talking again.

"Some people may not know that Sihai Group was founded by Mr. Gu Wuchang. He had four sons, Gu Donghai, Nanhai, Xihai and Beihai, so it is called Sihai Group.

About five years ago, Gu Beihai, the fourth son of the Sihai Group, opened Sihai Pavilion opposite his house. The day Sihai Pavilion opened, it was the beginning of the decline of Wang's Shangzhen Building.

On the opening day, a white marble seated Buddha from the Tang Dynasty was placed in the store, attracting many customers.

Just when everyone was praising this jade Buddha...

Wang Xiufu's only son, Wang Xingjia, suddenly rushed in and pointed at Gu Beihai and cursed: You robber, please return my Jade Buddha.

Gu Beihai immediately counterattacked: You see clearly, this is my Jade Buddha, not yours.

The Wang Xing family was not convinced: Bah! You are so shameless, but you still have the nerve to say it is your Jade Buddha.

This Jade Buddha was passed down from our ancestors.

My ancestors were the famous Taiyuan Wang family during the Tang Dynasty. If they were not persecuted by Wu Zetian and were forced to live a life of anonymity and displacement, the things our ancestors have passed down from generation to generation would be something that you, a nouveau riche, would never see in your lifetime.

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The more Wang Xingjia talked, the angrier he became, and he threw Gu Beihai to the ground and beat him.

Gu Beihai had someone kick him out and throw him on the street.

The Wang Xing family couldn't beat the opponent, so they stood opposite the Sihai Pavilion, that is, on the balcony of their home and kept cursing. The Wang family's antiques were passed down bit by bit from their ancestors.

The person named Gu is a robber, a common man in the mountains, nothing like that.

The Wang Xing family's scolding scared all the Gu family's guests away.

It is said that he continued to curse until midnight that day.

But I didn’t expect that the next day, the Wang Xing family would hang themselves on the balcony of their home.”

"Ah! Is that the balcony I was standing on before? He wouldn't have hanged himself right where I was standing."

Ai Weiwei was shocked.

"Bang!" The small spoon in her hand slipped and fell to the ground, breaking into two pieces.

The waiter at the door stretched his head and glanced at me. I handed him 100 yuan and said, "Go get another one."

"100 yuan for a spoon?"

"This spoon should cost 20 to 30 yuan. It is theirs. If a customer breaks something, they will pay three times the price."

"Uh!" Ai Weiwei's face grew long.

"It's okay!" I patted her back gently, "Want to try this nectar cake?"

"Yeah." The expression on Ai Weiwei's face relaxed a lot.

It really fits the saying, good food can cure everything.

"As the old saying goes, misfortunes never come alone. On that day, two people in the Wang family died in a row, and bad luck has continued since then."

Two people?

Who else died in the Wang family?
Chapter completed!