Chapter 1 Antique speaks!

"The peach leaves are so pointed that the willow leaves are all over the sky..."

Xiao Ran was lying in front of the antique shop, humming a little tune and making time. The setting sun coated his whole body with a layer of golden color.

It has been more than three months since he traveled to this world.

Unfortunately, the original owner of this body had been in a car accident before, so after he traveled through time, he lay in the hospital for two months and was discharged last month.

He was discharged from the hospital, but after all, he suffered from a lot of problems, including his brain. Although the memories of his previous life were still there, he only slowly remembered many things in this life recently.

For example, he only remembered that he was in the 1980s when he saw bicycles and dirty oversized suits and bell-bottom pants all over the streets.

For example, when he saw the two portraits at home, he realized that this time-travel was an old routine for his parents to worship heaven, and then he remembered all the details of this life and his parents.

Another example is when he saw his second uncle who came to the hospital to take care of him, he remembered that this old man had no children and had treated him as his own son since he was a child.

Basically, the property rights of the dozen or so shops in Panjiayuan, including the "Baorongzhai" antique store next to him, and of course other antique calligraphy and paintings, gold, stone, jade, etc., all belong to him.

Another example is seeing the little boy Liu Shengli dozing next to him...

He was so angry! Ya Te was so lazy!

No wonder the business in the store is always so stagnant. With such a "sleeping lion" at the door, what kind of God of Wealth would be willing to enter the store?

He sat up and held up his fan to hit Liu Shengli on the head.

"Boss, can you collect the antiques?"

A low voice suddenly interrupted him. He turned around and saw a tall and thin man standing next to him, blocking the soft light of the setting sun.

"Collect it, collect it..." Xiao Ran said as he turned to Liu Shengli and landed a fan on his head, "Let's get started!"

Liu Shengli was so frightened by this that he woke up with a shiver, looked around blankly, and quickly helped Xiao Ran up.

"Come on, buddy, let's go in and chat."

Xiao Ran invited the tall and thin man to sit down in the back room, and sent Liu Shengli out to pour tea while he looked at the guest in front of him.

This man is tall and lean, with a height estimated to be over 180cm tall and about 30 years old.

He wore blue cloth clothes and trousers that are common in the streets, a pair of black cloth shoes, and a green cloth hat on his head. He looked like a farmer who had entered the city. Only the sunglasses that covered half of his face were different from his clothes.

The contrast seems out of place.

From the moment he entered the door, he clutched the rag bag in his hand. It seemed that the antique he was talking about was in it.

Liu Shengli came in with tea, and Xiao Ran sent him out. He happily chatted with the guests first. The reason why he was so eager was because he was so restless after coming to this world.

Although there was a shortage of materials in this era, it was rare for leisure and comfort, and it was not like the modern times where internal injuries were everywhere.

But he has traveled through time, so there must be a new way to live, right?

After two months of planning, he planned to start with this small antique shop and try to make a few big business deals so that his second uncle, the old man, could trust him to take care of all the property.

Then, relying on the memory of the previous life, he also imitated those young girls and young wives in novels who were reborn in their 80s, riding the economic tide, clothing, home appliances, real estate, foreign trade, e-commerce, and the Internet, just stepping on the trend step by step.

, easily achieving his dozens or hundreds of small goals.

When the time comes, when it comes to the richest man, there will be nothing to talk about such as Lin or Teng, only "Daddy Xiao" will be heard all over the country.

No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. As long as you enter the store, whether buying or selling, he will greet you with a smile. This is the service attitude of the 21st century. Let's roll up on this!

And, after all, there is usually not much business...

The visitor finished his drink, dealt with Xiao Ran's greetings one after another, and repeated the first sentence: "Boss, can you accept the antique?"

"Haha, from the accent, my brother is from Fulan, right? Take it, definitely take it! We are in this business. But it depends on whether your goods are good or not. If the ones that don't open the door are of good quality, I will try my best to give you a good price.

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The so-called "not opening the door" refers to fakes. Xiao Ran is not short of money. If he sees a good quality product, he will buy it at a cheap price. Maybe next time he will sell it to some rip-off if he pays several times the price.

The tall and thin man was stunned for a moment, then opened his pocket and muttered: "The goods must be good. I walked the whole street and I don't think there is anyone who can accept this..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sheathed knife was already lying on the tea table.

"Hey, buddy, the products in my store are all fakes just for show, so please be merciful."

"...Do you want to keep it or not? Pull it out and have a look."

Xiao Ran was annoyed. It seemed that this person really didn't have a sense of humor.

He picked up the knife and held the handle in his hand, feeling a rough and heavy feeling. The anti-slip texture on the handle was already somewhat smooth and patinated, which did not seem to be deliberately worn. It could be seen that the owner of the knife must have been in battle frequently.

warrior.

Xiao Ran looked at the tall and thin man, and with a force of his hand, he pulled out the knife with a bang.

The long knife was unsheathed and made a "buzzing" sound, which made Xiao Ran's eardrum feel numb.

Under the light, the long knife glowed with cold light, and there were some black and red marks on the groove of the blade. I don't know whether it was blood, mud or rust. The blade was about three feet long and less than two inches wide. It had an excellent sense of balance and was close to the knife plate.

The traditional Chinese character "Guan Shan" is engraved on the position.

"Guan Shan Dao, buddy, it looks good. But this thing is too recent, no more than the Xianfeng Year. Not to mention it is easy to imitate, and even if it is real, it will not be sold at a high price."

Whether it's true or not is another matter. It's definitely customary to lower the price first.

"There is another one, please take a look again!"

The tall and lanky man said and dumped all the contents in his pockets on the table.

There was a "crash" sound, and a large number of pottery bottles and copperware were spread out on the table, causing a burst of dust to rise.

"Ahem..."

Xiao Ran fanned the dust while looking at the things on the table, wondering if these things were just unearthed. Could this guy in front of him be a peasant?

Looking at Xiao Ran's confused eyes, the tall and thin man took the initiative to explain: "It is hidden in the home of a distant elder. He has no heir. My parents-in-law asked me to find a place far away to sell these to make a happy wedding for him."

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It turns out that this is the case. Maybe the tall and thin man is not sure about the origin of these things and is afraid of selling them nearby. This makes sense.

Xiao Ran looked at the pile of things on the table selectively. The owner of this body was a young man from Beijing whose family was not short of money. He always liked to dabble in miscellaneous things, so he knew a little bit about many things, including some basics of antique appreciation.

Knowledge. But even the basics are enough to deal with the rags in front of you.

Most of these things are from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. They are hardly worth much in the antique shop. They can be used as ornaments at most. The Guanshan Dao is still an object worth buying.

He was just thinking about how to dismiss the man in front of him when his eyes fell on a round copper buckle.

The copper buckle looked weird, as big as a pocket watch, and in the middle was a pattern similar to two instruments, but without those two points. Around the two instruments, there were nine winding things like tentacles coiled in a circle.

This thing was completely unlike all the antiques Xiao Ran had seen in these two lives, at least not from his country. He was very curious, picked up the copper buckle and played with it in his hand, thinking about drilling a hole in the back of this thing to make a

The belt buckle is not bad either…

Just when he thought of this, Xiao Ran suddenly felt numbness in his palms. This numbness spread all over his body instantly, and his eyesight flickered. Then he felt a chill from head to toe, like being electrocuted on a dog day and pouring a basin of cold water on his head at the same time.

When everything returned to normal, a distant and then near voice suddenly sounded.

"My name is Bao Jiuguo, and I will grant you eternal life with my blood!"

This sentence was heard repeatedly, and Xiao Ran looked blankly at the tall and thin man in front of him, who did not speak. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room.

He lowered his head and looked at the copper buckle in his hand, thinking: "Could it be that this piece of shit is talking?"

"A child can be taught, but the words come from me! A child is despicable, but I am not a piece of shit. My name is Baojiuo. I will give you immortality with my blood!"

Xiao Ran looked at the opposite side again, but the tall and thin man still had no reaction. This thing could actually communicate with himself using his mind!

He suddenly felt great joy, it came, it came, it came after traveling for so long, these eight achievements were the legendary golden finger! Unexpectedly, this golden finger did not mention whether to practice or not, but it gave him immortality when he came up. It was really good!

He ignored the repeated protests of the copper buckle named Bei Jiuguo, threw it high like a baseball a few times, and looked at the tall and thin man happily.

"This thing is interesting. Brother, to tell you the truth, most of your things are worthless. But I think it's not easy for you to bring such old things all the way. It's just to fulfill your filial piety to your elders.

If you don't lie to me, then brother, I have to be honest. All of these add up to eight hundred, how about it?"

The tall and thin man opened his mouth wide and was stunned when he heard what Xiao Ran said.

"Okay, I'm happy to catch up with you today. I've arranged the round trip, food and lodging for you. How about a thousand dollars? I know you have a lot of good stuff there, and you'll introduce more business to me later. I'd like to ask you

You introduced me, and I will cover your food and accommodation when you come here!"

In this era, many urban workers only earn a few hundred yuan a year. For this pile of things, one thousand is really not a small amount.

Seeing that the tall and thin man still didn't speak, Xiao Ran's face darkened: "Brother, I've made a lot of profit, and I'll be fine if I raise the price again."

The tall and thin man waved his hands repeatedly: "No... no... too many, thank you, gay brother! Thank you! I will note it down! I will thank you very much in the future!"

"No! I'm only in my twenties, but you look older than me. If there's no problem, how about we settle the bill?"

After a while, a large pile of food was handed into the hands of the tall and thin man. The tall and thin man thanked Xiao Ran politely and declined to send him out. He walked to the door of the store and looked back at the three words "Baorong Zhai" on the door.

He wrote a big word and slowly took off his sunglasses.

Night had fallen at this time, but in this era there were not so many shining neon lights that made the night look like day. Through the dim street lights, Xiao Ran felt that the man's eyes were like torches, and his eyes were shining brightly, and his previously stooped body had become much straighter.

, with a slightly mocking smile on his lips.

"Thank you! You're invited by the group..."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Xiao Ran only heard a rough idea of ​​the latter sentence and didn't understand what it meant. But he vaguely felt that something was wrong with this person, so he quickly asked Liu Shengli to chase him out, but the person had already disappeared.

"Forget it, do what you like, I have other projects tonight." Xiao Ran held the copper buckle between his legs and looked back and forth, "You, Bei Jiu'ao? I'll call you Xiao Jiu."

"Shuzi! My name is Bei Jiuguo! How dare you call me Xiaojiu! I..."

"Okay, okay! If you're not arrogant and have a bad temper, I'll have some fun for you today!"

Xiao Ran stuffed Bai Jiuguo into his butt pocket, sent Liu Shengli to close the shop early, and walked happily to the bedroom at the back of the store.
Chapter completed!