Chen Zhenbang was so excited that he burst into tears, and his hands holding the money were trembling.
"Mr. Chen, since you agreed, you can't break your promise."
Zhang Yuan waited for a while before reminding him with a grin.
"It's really, really fixed!"
After a long time, Chen Zhenbang wiped away his tears before he calmed down. Without saying a word, he returned to the house and took out the white jade ring finger and handed it to Zhang Yuan along with the cigarette rod.
"Don't play your tricks, I will definitely give it to you if I promise you."
"Okay...Mr. Chen, since you gave me this ring, I'll give you a few more free looks from now on, and I won't eat anymore, so let's go..."
The hexagram money was repaired, the tobacco rod and the white jade were obtained, and Zhang Yuanzheng was about to put them in his pocket.
Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in my head, and the cigarette rod in my hand was as hot as a soldering iron.
"hiss!"
Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, subconsciously let go, and the cigarette rod fell to the ground with a clang.
"Hey, brat, didn't you say this thing is a treasure? Why did you throw it away so easily?"
The old man cursed angrily, but he kept scolding and picked up the cigarette rod and handed it to Zhang Yuan.
"I can take it back if you want it!"
"..."
Zhang Yuan looked at the old man holding the cigarette rod with a calm expression. Looking at the cigarette rod, it didn't look like it was hot at all.
Weird?
what's the situation?
Zhang Yuan was confused.
He came here seven or eight times because he was interested in cigarette rods and wanted to pick them up and sell them at his own market stall.
As a result, after I saw the tobacco stick last time and finally played with it, I went back and dreamed about it every night, and there was always a voice ringing in my ears.
If you listen carefully, you can't hear it clearly, but the meaning is that you want him to take the cigarette rod back.
Who knew that today I would have an extra memory in my mind.
Before I fully understood what was going on with this memory, the cigarette rod started to get hot to the touch!
What a surprise!
While chanting in his mouth, Zhang Yuan carefully wrapped the cigarette rod with a cloth, and then there was no problem with the cloth.
Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think too much, fearing that the old man would regret it and quickly cheat.
"You brat, don't let me see you again!"
Chen Zhenbang's angry and laughing voice came from behind.
…
On the way back on the electric scooter, Zhang Yuan was restless all the way. He always had the urge to hold the cigarette rod again, as it seemed that it would bring something.
But he never made up his mind. After 40 minutes of walking, he finally rushed back to the Confucian Temple Antique Street where he usually set up a stall.
This is the largest cultural and antique market in Sioux City, and it is also where he usually makes money and lives.
His profession, commonly known as shoveling land, involves wandering around the countryside collecting old things and then bringing them back and selling them.
After setting up a stall here for two years, everyone in the market has become familiar with him.
"Xiao Yuan, where have you been messing around again? Have you received anything? If you continue like this, you will starve to death!"
"It's just you kid. How old are you now and you still don't sell fakes? Our antiques are based on our eyesight. That's not called cheating."
"I deserve to not even have a girlfriend now. I am too honest..."
…
When several stall owners saw him coming, they all gave up their seats and laughed.
Zhang Yuan is a special being in this Confucian Temple. There are a dazzling array of things on other people's stalls, but ninety-nine percent of them are fake.
It's a good thing for him, it's not that he doesn't sell real things, and he never makes fakes.
Therefore, the time for setting up a stall every time is very short, maybe only one or two items a week, and after selling out, I will go to other people's stalls to chat with others.
After going back and forth, he is the most familiar person in the market.
"Take a look...what is this? Hard work doesn't pay off."
Zhang Yuan squatted down in the gap, took out a white jade ring from his arms, and smiled.
This is a blue and white jade leather Coats figure wrench. The pattern carving on it is superb and the lines are smooth. It is not comparable to ordinary white jade wrenches!
Immediately, the eyes of the stall owners who were joking with him were wide-eyed, and their mouths were smacking.
They all make a living in this business, and they have some degree of discernment.
This white jade finger pulls the door open at a glance. At least in the early Qing Dynasty, it was worth six figures.
This guy doesn't open for a year, but only eats for a year after opening.
It made several people envious.
In fact, the cigarette rod in my arms is even more precious. According to the current market price, it is worth at least three to four hundred thousand.
But that cigarette rod had special meaning, and he had no intention of selling it.
Thinking of this, looking at the people coming and going in front of me, it is estimated that no one will take action in a short time, and the thoughts in my heart can no longer be suppressed.
He simply reached out and took out the cigarette rod wrapped in cloth from his arms, then removed the cloth, looked carefully, and found a small seal engraved on it, Zhang Yuan...
Zhang Yuan?
Isn't that yourself?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help it anymore. He reached out to hold it directly without holding it through the cloth.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
Um?
Why no response?
Zhang Yuanzheng was stunned, and suddenly his brain buzzed.
The cigarette rod was instantly as hot as a stove, making Zhang Yuan almost subconsciously want to throw it out again.
Who knew that this time the cigarette rod seemed to be attached to his hand, burning his forehead to the point of breaking into cold sweat and trembling all over.
But just for a moment, there were more memories in his memory.
If it were said before, it was like an introduction to Zhang Yuan's life at the beginning of the last century.
Then this time he got some specific memories.
…
Smoke and dust billowed, and a row of foreigners with guns stood in front of Zhang Yuan, the leader of the late Qing Dynasty.
There was no trace of fear on his face, and his expression was as determined as iron.
He didn't speak, but looked towards the alley to the left. There was a figure from behind, holding something in his arms and trying to escape.
It can be seen from the exposed cigarette holder that this is a cigarette rod.
Finally, when the figure turned around, revealing a look of pain, worry and reluctance.
Gunfire rang out.
Zhang Yuan was beaten to a pulp on the spot by more than a dozen foreign guns.
The blood was flowing profusely, but there was a look of relief on his face.
…
The memory ends here, just like watching a mime.
But Zhang Yuan's eyes widened in shock, and his heart trembled wildly.
Just because others can't hear what Zhang Yuan is thinking in the picture.
But he could hear it, and he heard it really clearly!
"Half of the national treasures hidden in the gardens of the Qing Dynasty were hidden by Zhang Yuan?!"
"Half of the antiques lost overseas were replaced by fakes made by Zhang Yuan?!"
Zhang Yuan's face turned red with excitement and his whole body was shaking.
If what he is thinking in his heart is true, doesn’t it mean that half of the Qing Dynasty’s national treasures have not been discovered yet?!
Otherwise, it would have been exposed long ago.
This news is enough to shock the world!
You must know that these national treasures are not only priceless, but most importantly, they are the dignity of the Chinese people!
In an instant, the blood of Yanxia people in Zhang Yuan's chest boiled.
He knows that no one knows this secret but only himself!
Only you can retrieve these national treasures!
However, when he frowned and wanted to get more memories, there was only nothingness.
what's the situation?
Why can I only get so little memory?
And after I got this pipe?
"Count the ball, no matter why, this memory is my memory. Sooner or later I will complete my memory and find the dusty national treasure!"
Just as I was thinking about it, a clear and sweet sound like a silver bell suddenly sounded.
"Boss, are you selling this white jade ring?"
Zhang Yuanxun is known as a pretty girl in her early twenties.
She is tall, has straight and slender legs, and is fashionably dressed, with a white butterfly shirt on her upper body and a light blue long skirt on her lower body.
The clothes are matched with a high-end feel, and the whole body exudes youthful vitality.
With only a little lipstick on her lips and no makeup required, her flawless face and delicate facial features are enough to attract the attention of most men.
A pair of big eyes filled with stars and moon, clear and translucent, without any impurities.
"Boss...Boss?"
"ah?"
Zhang Yuan was stunned.
The little beauty in front of me is actually the girl who ran away with a cigarette stick in the alley in my memory...
"Boss...Boss?"
"ah?"
Zhang Yuan was stunned.
The little beauty smiled, "Why are you so stupid...are you selling this white jade ring?"
"Sell... of course sell..."
Zhang Yuan came to his senses completely, thinking that they couldn't be the same person, so he no longer hesitated.
"How much?" the girl asked with a smile.
"One hundred twenty thousand!"
If this white jade ring was placed in an auction house, the starting bid would be 150,000 yuan.
But it's not bad if it can be sold for 120,000 outside.
Of course, the main reason is that the other person is very similar to the girl in his memory. He also wants to have a good relationship with the other person and get to know her to see if he can get any clues.
"Okay, I want it."
The girl's beautiful eyes were overjoyed and she readily agreed without even paying back the price.
"You...you won't return the counter-offer?"
Zhang Yuan looked confused.
This was the first time he had encountered such a straightforward customer after setting up a stall for two years.
"No way?"
The girl didn't know what Zhang Yuan meant, and her movements were slightly sluggish.
"Ok, Ok."
Zhang Yuan wanted to give himself a slap in the face. How could anyone do this in business?
If you don't counter-offer, why would you expect someone else to pay you back?
Anyway, I didn’t cheat anyone, so I should earn this money.
The girl turns on her mobile phone and is ready to scan the QR code to pay.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks walked over in a swagger, followed by two younger brothers with dragon and tiger tattoos.
As soon as he got closer, he was attracted by the girl's beauty, with a lustful look in his eyes.
Seeing the white jade finger ring in Zhang Yuan's hand, the middle-aged man's eyes sparkled.
He copied the male duck's voice and shouted: "Hey, piece of land, I want this white jade ring finger!"