"Let me take a look." Fang Shaokun took the mirror and looked at it several times, frowning and said: "Brother Dong, you seem to be a lot older, right?"
"It's possible, it looks like it to me." Chen Weidong did not directly tell the year of the ancient mirror.
Akun pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "How about this? I have a friend who specializes in antiques. I will finish my work here later. Brother Dong, please come with me and let's go to the antique market.
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"Okay, it all depends on your arrangement." Chen Weidong readily agreed.
After a while, Fang Shaokun's friend came over. Chen Weidong actually didn't worry too much about custom-made glass. After Fang Shaokun asked about the specific requirements, he finished it alone.
This guy is really efficient at work. Only about ten minutes have passed and I saw him humming a little tune and twitching his buttocks.
"Hello, Brother Dong, the matter has been settled, let's open the way."
"OK." Chen Weidong turned around and jumped into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and fastened his seat belt.
"Brother Dong..." Akun expressed that he was very depressed about someone snatching his driver's seat.
"Calling me. Why? Do you dare to drive after drinking?" Chen Weidong's eyes widened, and Fang Shaokun immediately shut up and sat in the back seat.
All the way to the antique market, Fang Shaokun led someone into a shop that he knew well by the road. Looking at the name, it turned out to be quite interesting, it was called "Juxian House".
The shop owner didn't seem to be here. Fang Shaokun's little girlfriend couldn't restrain her curiosity. She looked around and touched around, seeming to be quite interested in the things here.
"Don't touch them randomly!" Fang Shaokun had to say something to stop him, "Many of the things he has here are very expensive. If I bump into them, I will bleed again."
"Oh..." The beautiful and cute girl was about to pick up the string of Buddhist beads on the closet to play with, but upon hearing this, she immediately retracted her hand.
"Damn, where did this guy go? Doesn't the store even want it?" Fang Shaokun cursed, took out his cell phone and started to call, but after ringing for a long time, no one answered.
The cute girl was not in a hurry, and still had the time to ask questions: "Brother Kun, your friend has so many treasures here, why isn't it called the Treasure House?"
"This..." Fang Shaokun was really stopped by the question. When had he ever cared about this kind of issue? You can call other people's shops whatever you like. Is there anything to ask?
Chen Weidong smiled lightly and said, "I think this is probably because of the boss's personal pursuit."
"Ah?" Mengmei's eyes widened with confusion on her face.
Chen Weidong smiled and said: "The sword belongs to the martyrs, and the pink powder is given to the beautiful woman. Good things are not buried until they are given to the right people. And ordinary people who have no eyes and no pearls will not realize the preciousness of treasures, so
I guess this boss wants to use the treasure to make friends with people who are truly discerning, so it’s called Juxian House.”
"Hahahaha..." A burst of laughter rang out from outside the door, and a guy with a mustache stepped into the door. He raised his hands and saluted: "Brilliant, brilliant, this brother really understands me. He hit the point in just one sentence."
Let’s get to the point.”
"Where." Chen Weidong hurriedly returned the salute with his fists, and at the same time scanned the other party's identity information through the system.
This person has no special powers, and his combat power index is not very good either. It is only slightly higher than that of ordinary people. However, his "Insight" and "Social Relations" values are quite high, and he seems to have some skills.
"Bago, where have you been wandering around?" Fang Shaokun immediately came up to him.
"Do you want to take care of it? I'm going to Lao Zhou's place to see what new treasures he has bought. Do I need to ask you for instructions before I can go?" The mustache raised his eyebrows and spoke unceremoniously.
Fang Shaokun was not angry, and continued to quarrel with his mustache. Apparently they were used to this way of talking.
During the conversation, Chen Weidong also heard some basic information. The shop owner's surname is Hu, known as Hu Laoba. He is 28 years old and has opened the shop for eight years. It is considered a time-honored brand here.
After the mustache had a confrontation with Fang Shaokun, he asked about the identities of the other two people, then turned around and picked up the string of Buddhist beads from the closet, put it on the girl with his own hands, and said while putting it on: "That brother just said it well
, red pink is given to beauties, but today I want to be unique and give this string of beads to the girl."
The cute girl didn't know what he meant, so she could only open her big eyes, look at her mustache, and then at her boyfriend, wondering whether she should accept it or not.
"Since it's from Bago, just take it." Fang Shaokun waved his hand with a relaxed look on his face.
"Wrong, I didn't give it to you, but this string of prayer beads sensed the arrival of Allah and told me that it was about to part with me, so I reluctantly parted with it and reunited it with Allah." Hu Laoba shook his head and said with a godly expression.
The way of Tao.
"Oh? Then I really need to ask for advice, myna, why is this happening?"
"You idiot, you really don't know how to be blessed when you are surrounded by blessings. You must know that among women in the world, there are many beautiful ones, few who love themselves, many who are confused, and few who are innocent. This girl is a combination of beauty, self-love and innocence at first glance.
Strange woman, what else do you have to say? If you don’t go to a main hall tomorrow to offer three bunches of incense and pay homage to the Buddha, I will whip you!"
As soon as these words came out, Fang Shaokun was immediately tongue-tied and unable to refute.
The pretty and cute girl also opened her eyes wide, and was completely shocked by what the old bug said. She almost couldn't tell the truth from the false, thinking that she was really the legendary "wonderful woman".
Chen Weidong couldn't help but secretly laugh. This eighth master is really awesome, and he really has a way with his words!~
Although his words are obviously compliments, they are not completely nonsense, such as self-love, innocence, etc., which just hit the topic - from the perspective of an old woman like this, the age of this cute girl
She was only sixteen or seventeen years old when she was exhausted. Looking at her walking style, it was obvious that she was still a baby. It was okay to talk about self-love.
As for innocence...well, looking at her like this, she is indeed very innocent (dumb) and very real (cute).
"A good girl like this will inevitably be jealous of heaven. She will inevitably attract some wild bees and butterflies when she falls in the mortal world." Hu Laoba said, while glancing at Fang Shaokun, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and then
He continued: "So, this string of Buddhist beads is her amulet. It can not only protect her from God's jealousy, but also protect her from being invaded by others. It is most suitable."
The cute girl had been deceived so much that when her eyes fell on the Buddhist beads on her wrist again, she already felt a sense of sacredness and awe.
Hu Laoba looked at Chen Weidong again, glanced twice, clapped his hands, turned around and ran behind the counter, rummaged in the container for a long time, and finally pulled out a long box.
"Ha, brother, although you and I have met for the first time, our love for each other does not matter whether we are together or apart. You understand me and I understand you. This is enough."
Regarding this sentence, Chen Weidong must show his hand to him. Damn it, this guy really knows how to talk when he opens his mouth. He clearly knows that he is complimenting, but why does he feel inexplicably happy in his heart?~
Hu Laoba placed the long box on the counter and said with a smile: "Swords are given to heroes. This time I really gave them a sword."
"Oh? Brother Ba, do you know again? Who is my brother Dong? It seems I haven't introduced him to you yet, right?" Fang Shaokun immediately interjected.
Hu Laoba glared at him and cursed: "Don't I have eyes or ears? This brother just stops here and has a magnanimity, like a mountain, which makes people look up. Why do you need to come here?"
Are you talking nonsense?"
"OK, OK, Bage, please, I'm convinced." Fang Shaokun immediately raised his hands in surrender.
Chen Weidong also has a feeling of "I'm impressed by you". This boss Hu is so interesting. If you have such a friend, you should be very happy every day.~
"You haven't asked me your brother Gao's name yet?" Hu Laoba raised his hand with a smile on his face.
Thinking about this guy's previous words, Chen Weidong originally wanted to continue according to his urine nature and say, "Meeting by chance is fate. It's good that we all know each other, so why do we need a mark like a name?"
But then I thought about it, damn! People say that because of their style, I can’t be brought in in a daze...
So the guy changed his words again: "My surname is Chen, Chen Weidong."
"So you are the mighty Dadong brother that Xiao Kun often talks about. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hu Laoba stood up immediately, looking awe-inspiring.
Chen Weidong didn't know whether he was really respectful or fake, so he had to stand up.
"Brother Dadong has been in the limelight recently, killing madmen and promoting justice. He is a worthy hero of the generation. This sword of mine is really a gift to the right person!~" Hu Laoba then pushed the long box over and winked at Chen Weidong to open it and take a look.
Chen Weidong didn't show any pretense and opened it on the spot.
I saw one... one... a strip lying in the box.
Why do you say that? Because this thing has no edge and no hand guard. It is not even a flat shape like a sword, but a bit rounded. If you say it is a short stick, some people will believe it. The "sword" is a magic horse.
Yeah, that’s really a bit nonsense...
"How about it? What does Brother Chen think of my treasure?" Hu Laoba stared into Chen Weidong's eyes and refused to relax for a moment.
How could Chen Weidong let him see his true thoughts? He immediately took on the posture of Gu Jing Wubo, his eyes were clear and indifferent.
He picked up the "short stick", looked at it carefully, and took the opportunity to scan it with the system.
The result really surprised him.
Although the system only displays three question marks for the specific information about this stick, the year is remarkable. It is said to be at least four to five thousand years old!
TMD! Four to five thousand years... Chen Weidong thought for a moment. Four thousand years ago, King Yu seemed to have just established the Xia Dynasty, ushering in the era of slavery civilization, and wrote a profound chapter in the history of China.
Looking further up, five thousand years ago, the ancestors of our Chinese civilization, the Yan and Huang Emperors, seemed to be still leading the tribal heroes to compete with the southern barbarian Chi You in the Central Plains, fighting inextricably!
Such a crappy thing is actually a product of that period!
This...this value seems like it can't be measured by actual use, right?