"I understand part of it, but the content is incredible and leaves more unsolved mysteries," Ding Fan said.
He had never seen Ding Fan with such a serious expression before. Qin Zhi nodded if he understood something, without asking what he understood.
Finding an address book in the drawer, Qin Zhi put on his reading glasses and flipped through the pages. Finally, his fingers stopped at one place, and then he dialed the landline on the desk.
Empty number!
"The phone call can't be reached, but I heard people talking about his shop two days ago." Qin Zhi thought.
"Where is the address?" Ding Fan asked quickly.
"It's at the end of Antique Street, it's called..." Qin Zhi recalled for a moment, "By the way, it's called Jiuxingzhai!"
Ding Fan frowned slightly and couldn't help but think of a word, nine-star life.
Each year corresponds to a star destiny, and the fortune teller usually makes a Feng Shui layout based on the other party's nine-star destiny.
This friend of Qin Zhi may be an expert.
After saying goodbye and leaving, Ding Fan drove directly to the antique street.
When it comes to antiques, people always give them the element of mystery and good luck. In fact, most antique markets are relatively deserted, and there are more merchants on the entire street than there are customers here.
After parking the car, Ding Fan walked to the location mentioned by Qin Zhi, but at the end of the antique street was the street shop, and he did not see the plaque of Jiuxingzhai.
Could it be said that I made a mistake?
Ding Fan was just wondering when he heard someone quarreling next to him. A male customer walked out angrily from the aisle between two shops at the end, cursing as he walked, "Unscrupulous and black-hearted businessman, you sold me three for just a few broken coins."
A hundred dollars won’t help at all.”
Immediately afterwards, a short, fat old man wearing a robe chased out and said unconvinced: "My coins can dissolve evil spirits. I came to Jiuxingzhai to buy a lot. Hey, do you know about Mr. Li?"
"Stop bragging. If I believe you again, you are a fool!" The male customer was very angry and spat. He looked down at a few coins in his hand, threw them on the ground in anger, and stepped on them a few times.
When the customer walked away, the short and fat old man smiled and bent down to pick up the coins, wiped them on his robe casually, laughed, and went back to sell them.
Jiuxingzhai?
Every word of the conversation between the two fell into Ding Fan's ears. No wonder he couldn't find it. He couldn't see it at all on the street. The shop was in a side street.
"Excuse me, is this Senior Hua?" Ding Fan stepped forward and asked politely.
"Am I old?" The old man pointed at his nose in dissatisfaction, almost admitting it, but contradictoryly said: "We found the wrong person, he is not here."
"The door of the store faces west. Although it is located in a narrow road, it has abundant financial resources. It is a metal. Jiuxingzhai, in terms of longevity, the old man has a bare life, right?" Ding Fan said.
The old man's little eyes were shining, he clapped his hands and laughed, "I didn't expect that you know a little bit."
After laughing, the old man sighed again, drooped his head and said: "Unfortunately, the name was not chosen well. I have been begging for a long time, which does not match my destiny."
Ding Fan couldn't help but want to laugh, but when he looked at Hua Yizai's face out of habit, he was surprised again. The old man's face seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze, and the three lucks on his head were completely missing.
Usually, this kind of appearance has already surpassed the constraints of the world. Wherever the shop door opens or what name it is called, it will no longer affect him.
So far, Ding Fan has only seen one person in such a situation, Ling Zifeng!
"By the way, what's your name?" Hua Yizai interrupted Ding Fan's thoughts with a smile.
"Ding Fan!"
"Oh! Let's go and choose from the house." Hua Yi Zai enthusiastically invited him to the store.
It is about 20 square meters and is lined with shelves, leaving only a space for a single person to walk.
There were strings of various coins hanging on the shelves at the door. Ding Fan fiddled with a string at will. They were heavy and exuded an ancient atmosphere.
There is no doubt that the coins are genuine, but they are common in the market and their value is not high.
Hua Yizai said mysteriously: "Let me tell you a secret, my coins are very effective. There is a Li Ruojing in the East China Sea, and he also bought them from me."
Ding Fan had no choice but to smile bitterly. In less than three minutes of meeting, he had already heard Hua show off twice in a year.
Ding Fan once showed Li Ruojing a feng shui lesson and asked him to use coins instead of mirrors to ward off evil spirits. Sure enough, he actually went to the antique market and bought the coins, and he also bought them from Huayizai.
"Hua, senior." Ding Fan erased the word "老" and pretended to inquire carelessly: "Do you have any ancient books or the like here?"
"Yes, I have!"
Hua Yizai greeted Ding Fan and walked inside. On the upper shelf in the middle were stacks of ancient books.
For a while, I stood on tiptoes, stretched out my fingers, and tried to reach it, but I couldn't reach it.
Don’t you know how tall you are?
Ding Fan was scornful and stretched out his arm to take it off for him. There was a thick layer of dust on it. He hadn't touched it for an unknown period of time. He blew in and found it was so dusty that he almost squinted his eyes.
"Biography of Immortals", "White Tiger's Theory of Tongde" and physiognomy are all diverse, but there are many types.
"Is there anything special?" Ding Fan asked again.
Hey……
Hua Yizai winced and smiled, a whistle came from his throat, he glanced at Ding Fan's shoulders, blinked and smiled evilly: "Young people are not honest."
This time, there is no one left.
Li Ruojing and Qin Zhi actually believed in him!
"I have a good book. I won't take it out casually and show it to you."
Hua Yizai chuckled, walked sideways among the shelves, came to the bed in the southeast corner, rubbed it from under the mattress, and actually pulled out a book.
There is no title, but there are pictures. Ding Fan frowned. This is obviously a kind of erotic picture!
Putting the book aside, Ding Fan said bluntly: "Senior Hua, I was introduced by Curator Qin Zhiqin. He bought a book from you, and it was full of tadpole writing..."
"Hey, didn't he give it to you?" Hua Yizai said suddenly.
Ding Fan was startled and asked subconsciously: "How do you know?"
"He told me that!"
Ding Fan was dubious. Hua Yizai's previous mobile phone number had been deactivated. Qin Zhi didn't even know that the relationship between the two was not so close as to talk about everything.
"I would like to ask Senior Hua, how did you get that book?" Ding Fan asked.
"Oh, I have too many channels, I have to look through the purchase list." It took me a while to start selling.
"Thank you very much!" Ding Fan clasped his fists.
"Hey, why don't you just move your mouth?"
Well……
Ding Fan smiled, walked around the room casually, and chose an ancient-style chain. The style was ordinary, but its strength was important. The dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging around his neck would be safer.
Eighteen thousand!
Dark enough.
Ding Fan was dissatisfied and did not show it, but after paying the money, Hua Yizai said, "You have to look carefully for the purchase list, or you can come back tomorrow morning."
After taking a deep breath, Ding Fan agreed and left the antique street as Hua Yizai greeted him with a smile on his face and welcomed him back again.
On the way, I received a call from Gu Yunming, who asked anxiously: "Xiaofan, are Gu Qiang and you together?"
"No." Ding Fan's heart skipped a beat.
"I didn't come back last night, and I couldn't get through the phone!"