Fang Lin heard Shen Ke's laughter and wondered, "Why are you laughing?"
Shen Ke said frankly: "It's nothing, I just feel it's exciting.
You see, the antiques of those vendors were all smashed to pieces. If the compensation was calculated based on the sellers, I'm afraid it would be hundreds of millions in just such a short time, right?"
"Is it exciting?" Fang Lin chuckled and continued running with Shen Ke on his back.
Just now, when a series of Mercedes-Benz cars arrived outside the antique street, Fang Lin was keenly aware that their arrival was not malicious.
After using the technique, I took a quick look back and saw Motel sitting in the car in the lead.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have dropped the plate on the ground on purpose.
It's not like he couldn't tell how much that pair of plates was worth.
Among the porcelain for sale, not to mention the pair of so-called mandarin duck plates, there was no genuine one at all.
He even saw from his face that the vendor was a rogue who bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong, and often committed minor evils, so he deliberately threw the plate and borrowed the help of someone sent by Motel to teach the vendor a lesson.
With his strength, he could knock hundreds of men in black to the ground with one hand, but there were a lot of people here, and he didn't want to do anything too conspicuous.
So I carried Shen Ke and ran all the way to the depths of the antique street, using the hands of the vendors on the left and right to get rid of these men in black.
As expected, before long, among the hundreds of men in black, only a dozen or so were able to follow Fang Lin's footsteps, while the rest were grabbed by the vendors and demanded compensation.
At this moment, Fang Lin suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power from a shop in front.
There is a magic weapon!
Fang Lin screamed in his heart and immediately stopped.
Putting Shen Ke on the ground, Fang Lin turned to look at the remaining dozen men in black, hooked his hands and said, "I won't play with you anymore, let's come together!"
A dozen men in black were panting after chasing him. When they saw Fang Lin stop, they all gritted their teeth with hatred and rushed towards Fang Lin fiercely!
Fang Lin moved his steps again and again, passing between more than a dozen men in black, but when he heard bang-bang-bang sounds one after another, the more than a dozen men in black fell straight to the ground one after another.
When Fang Lin took action, a group of people cheered and gathered around to watch.
After he quickly knocked down the group of people, before the onlookers dispersed, he took Shen Ke's hand and disappeared into the crowd.
"Hey, little brother, what's going on inside?"
Outside the crowd, someone stepped on his feet and looked inside. When he saw Fang Lin coming out, he asked hurriedly.
Fang Linda said: "There was a fight, one person fought more than a dozen."
The man's eyes lit up and he said, "Really? Then I have to take a look.
Hey, give in, please give in!"
Fang Lin chuckled and took Shen Ke a dozen steps forward to the shop called "Jubaozhai".
That spiritual energy fluctuation came from this "Jubaozhai".
There are five people in "Jubaozhai".
There was a shopkeeper who was about fifty years old, a shop assistant who was in his early twenties, and three customers, one old, two young.
Among the three customers, the older one has gray hair but is full of energy. He has very few wrinkles on his face and has the look of a child with white hair.
The two young ones are a boy and a girl. The boy is handsome and the girl is beautiful.
Both of them looked to be in their twenties, and there was a slight resemblance in their appearance. There was no doubt that they were brothers and sisters.
At this time, between the shopkeeper and the old man with white hair, there was a copper Buddhist plate that looked a little old and had messy scratches.
The white-haired old man seems to be very fond of the Buddhist plate, and his eyes are shining when he looks at it.
The handsome man behind said: "Grandpa, I think this Buddhist plate is just a secular thing. Do you really plan to buy it at such a high price?"
The beautiful woman also said: "Yes, grandpa, a copper plate costs 800,000 yuan, which is enough for half a year of cosmetics. Why don't you save some money?"
The old man with white hair turned back and glanced at the two of them, and said angrily: "We agreed that I would celebrate my birthday, and you two let me pick something for my birthday.
Okay, I'm here, but you think this one is too expensive, and you won't let me buy that one?
Are you two little guys teasing me?"
Hearing these words, it sounded like he was losing his temper, but if you look closely at the white-haired old man, there is no anger on his face. Instead, there is a hint of endearment in his eyebrows, showing gentle teasing.
The beautiful woman said coquettishly: "Grandpa, if you want to buy porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, as long as they are worth the money, let alone 800,000, or even 8 million, we will buy them for you."
But this copper plate is worthless. It requires history but no history, and craftsmanship but no craftsmanship. Why did you spend 800,000 to buy it back?"
The shopkeeper originally thought that the gray-haired old man had decided to buy it, and it was obviously a deal that was bound to happen.
But I don't expect these two young people, who are grandchildren, to persuade the old man every word.
Not letting you buy it or talking about it is devaluing this Buddha plate into nothing.
The shopkeeper couldn't let them continue talking like this, and immediately said seriously: "Little girl, you just don't understand. If this Buddha plate has no origin, do you think I dare to sell it for a high price of 800,000 yuan?"
My Jubaozhai is also a century-old store, and its reputation has always been praised by others.
If I hadn't seen that this old gentleman was a real person, how could I have easily taken out such a precious treasure and let him see it?"
The beautiful woman curled her lips and said: "Really? So, this Buddha plate is still a treasure? Then tell me, what's so good about this Buddha plate, how is it worth 800,000?"
If you can explain why, 800,000 yuan is not expensive to choose a birthday gift for our old man."
The handsome man also nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, as long as this Buddha plate is really worth the money, let alone 800,000, or even 1.8 million, we will have nothing to say."
The shopkeeper smiled, put on a pair of white gloves, gently picked up the Buddhist plate, and introduced: "Looking at the appearance alone, there is really nothing outstanding about this Buddha plate.
The Buddha Plate itself is a plate used in temples to hold items offered to the Buddha. In terms of function, it is just an ordinary container with nothing outstanding.
But if you only judge the value of this Buddhist plate based on its function and appearance, you would be totally wrong.
The real preciousness of this Buddha plate is that it is something that the eminent monk always keeps company with. It has long been contaminated with the breath of the monks and the Buddha, and it has transformed from an ordinary object into an extraordinary object.
Not to mention anything else, if the old man bought this Buddha plate and put it on the bedside table in his bedroom, I can guarantee that the Buddha energy contained in the Buddha plate can help the old man sleep until dawn.
Just the effect of calming the mind and improving the quality of sleep, in the eyes of some people, is a priceless effect."
This chapter has been completed!