"What the hell, it's neither ancient nor modern, nor Chinese nor Western."
The owner of the antique shop frowned as he looked at the coin in his hand, and then impatiently threw it into the hand of the bookish young man in front of him:
"These are worthless things, bought from street stalls, right? When you are young, just study hard and play with antiques."
The young man who hurriedly caught the coin seemed to have anticipated this situation. He took out a candlestick from his backpack and placed it in front of the owner of the antique store.
"Hey, this is interesting." He picked up the candlestick and looked at it up and down before the owner of the antique shop handed it back, "But I don't accept foreign stuff here. Go out next door and turn right. Walk a few steps and there is a shop that accepts foreign stuff.
, you can go there and take a look, but the price...I guess it’s only two hundred yuan for a top-notch product.”
Seeing this young student who had been tricked into his grandma's house by some unscrupulous colleague, he said thank you and walked out of the store. The boss shook his head helplessly and began to wipe away the dusty old items on the shelves.
The young man who turned around and approached the second antique store also failed to take out any of the items in his backpack, but this time the owner of the antique store gave a slightly different answer than the previous one.
"The few coins in your hand are just low-quality imitations from the past few years. The styles are nondescript. You guys should just treat them as tuition fees."
The elderly owner of the antique store, wearing reading glasses, wiped the stains on the candlestick in front of him with a flannel cloth.
"The quality of this product looks good. It looks old and natural. Is it a parallel import from abroad?"
Seeing the confused look of the young man in front of him, the owner of the antique shop, knowing that this was almost a pure layman, could only say patiently:
"This thing, it's not that I'm not willing to accept it. I really can't tell which country or generation it is from, but it looks very attractive. Why don't I take the 800 yuan away and keep this thing?"
The young man shook his head.
"Then add two hundred more and I'll give you a whole, one thousand yuan. I'll just consider it a pleasure to buy it."
Finally, the owner became interested and increased the price to 1,500 but failed to buy the candlestick. After walking out of the antique store, the young man took out his cell phone and sent a message.
【One thousand and five, still pay】
At the same time, in the hotel room in another world, Shi Junjun jumped out of bed when he saw the message popping up on his mobile phone.
[After all, this girl spent twelve gold coins to buy the antique from the exchange. Even if it is not worth fifteen million, it is not worth only fifteen hundred yuan.]
[The reason why antiques become cherished artifacts is because they contain historical, cultural and social information]
Shao Wei tapped the screen of his phone helplessly.
[But humans in the real world know nothing about the existence of another world, and naturally they will not recognize the value of the antiques you sent from another world]
The gold converted from twelve gold coins in another world is worth over 10,000 yuan after being transferred to the real world.
Compared with the 1,500 yuan given by the owner of the antique shop, this price is not even a little more than that. This means that Shi Junjun's attempt to sell antiques between the two worlds by relying on the pocket portal is almost enough.
Declare failure.
Most of the proceeds from the hamster hair transaction with the material dealer, after leaving two hundred gold coins as working capital, were exchanged for gold by Shi Junjun at the exchange, and then sent back to the real world through the pocket portal to be exchanged by Shao Wei.
cash.
After selling the gold, Shao Wei's mobile phone balance suddenly increased by more than 300,000 yuan, and he began to purchase equipment that he had not purchased before due to lack of funds.
During this period, Shi Junjun, who was searching for information in the city of Portugalet, quickly found his target.
"Amplify the effect of this magic item to cover such a large area? I must remind you that doing so will make the wearer immune to most detection magic effects, weakening it by more than one-third. At the same time,
As a magician, I believe you won’t know anything about these modification defects, right?”
In a mansion in the southwest corner of the city of Portugalet, Vasily Kolchak, a magician dressed in brown robes dressed at home, looked very sorry after receiving Shi Junjun's affirmative reply again, and then invited the girl to leave
Entered his studio.
It was a room that originally covered a large area, but it was filled with all kinds of materials, leaving only a narrow passage. Shi Junjun, who was following the brown-robed magician, sometimes had to turn sideways and suck in his stomach to avoid being touched.
Go to the thigh bone of an unknown animal next to it.
After walking in circles for nearly a minute, the brown-robed magician who led the way stopped.
The girl diagonally behind him looked over the shoulder of the former, who was not tall, and landed on the ground in the center of the room.
"This is......"
"Which corner magician's association branch are you from? You have never seen such a simple magic circle?"
Shi Junjun stared at the intricate lines on the ground and shook her head slightly. For some reason, those intertwined patterns, which were mostly mixed with silver powder paint, had an inexplicable attraction to her.
The brown-robed magician rolled his eyes and without explaining anything to Shi Junjun, walked quickly to the center of the simple magic circle he called, sat cross-legged and placed the "Witch's Asylum" in front of him on the silver thread that ran through the entire magic circle.
Go up, and then slowly close your eyes.
Almost at the same time as he closed his eyes, the silver lines on the ground gradually glowed with a faint fluorescence, and the "Witch's Asylum" in front of him slowly rose into the air.
Those silver lines...are the trajectory of magic power. The magic power in this magic circle runs according to the preset trajectory!
Shi Junjun, who was highly concentrated, felt the operation pattern of the magic circle in an instant.
Then she turned her attention to the unnamed clutter around her.
Many of these things that she couldn't name, all contained magic power to a greater or lesser extent.
Not just those silver threads...the whole room, the whole room is a magic circle.
The random accumulation of debris is to provide a source of magic power for this magic circle, and the intricate patterns composed of silver threads are to compress and condense this magic power into a form that can be directly used by the brown-robed magician in front of him.
The brown-robed magician Vasily Kolchak, who was paying attention to Shi Junjun's every move in the room with his peripheral vision, raised his eyebrows.
Although he is a country bumpkin magician who has never even seen a magic circle, his understanding seems not to be that bad.
Then he withdrew his attention. The next work required his full concentration, but he could no longer distract himself.