Some people are walking in silence wrapped in the night, while others are coming in the morning sun.
Under the bright sunshine, the stone road on Liulichang Street seemed to be plated with gold. A rickshaw rolled across the stone road. The driver in front was sweating and shouting at the top of his voice. In fact, rickshaws are quite rare in this era.
Every household in the capital has a private car, and these coachmen sell their sentiments to attract tourists from out of town. But sentiments are very expensive, and generally only foreign idiots who have never seen the world are willing to pay for them.
The driver was working particularly hard today, because the blond foreign fool in the back seat was very generous!
"Hey, you were born twenty years earlier. Back then, the shops on this street were full of treasures!"
The coachman's mouth pointed towards a jeweled two-story blue brick attic: "This is the 'Rongbaozhai'. Its predecessor did not have a name. The young boss at that time did not know the goods. The items in the store were packaged and sold for 200 yuan a piece.
Take your pick! Some people found a boxwood bonsai here, then go and be determined, oh! The five numbers starting with the eight characters! Someone else found a Guanyin jade here and knocked a small corner off, but guess what? Ice species?
Jade, six numbers! That could make you rich!"
The coachman introduced it vividly, spittle flying all over the sky.
Along the entire road, he pointed at the small blue-brick buildings with gold plaques on black backgrounds, recounting their origins and interesting anecdotes. His steps inadvertently slowed down, in fact, in order to walk more slowly to pass the time with the guests.
, generous guests often end up with more tips.
"Six figures? You can buy a courtyard house more than 20 years ago, right?" The guest in the back seat smiled and did not rush.
In fact, six figures is not even pocket money for him, and the one-time consumption when he occasionally goes to high-end places is far more than that. However, adhering to the principle of doing as the locals do, he is also willing to learn more about the local customs, and be more harmonious.
The coachman chatted a few words.
"Hey! You're an expert!" the coachman exclaimed, "from your accent, do you think you're from Henan?"
"Do you think I'm from Henan?" The guest shook his head slightly and brushed off his natural blond hair. "Maybe my Chinese teacher in early childhood education was from Henan. Before I went to college, I always thought that I spoke the most authentic Mandarin.
"
The rickshaw entered a Yangchang alley, which was backlit. The towering blue brick walls blocked the sun. Green moss and ivy clung to the eaves and grew wildly. The rickshaw driver gently lowered the pull rod, tilted the car, and used his shoulder to
The sweat towel on top had accumulated sweat beads on my forehead. Perhaps it had been used for too long. The originally white sweat towel was covered with yellow sweat stains that could not be washed away with water.
"Guest, let's get to the place."
The young guest got out of the car calmly. He was wearing a rose-red Chinese-style shirt, one-inch wide white sleeves rolled up, and black wide-leg casual pants. He had a pair of Beijing-style strips on his feet, and flapped his hands with a folding fan. He was dressed like a crosstalk actor.
.But he has hair as brilliant as gold and eyes as blue as sea water.
"Thank you for your hard work." The guest casually took out a wad of red banknotes from his sleeve. Judging from the thickness, it was probably enough to rent a luxury car and go around the entire city.
"You already paid the fare before you got on the bus. Just give me a small tip. It's too much, so I can't do it!" The driver looked at the thick stack of banknotes and waved his hand quickly.
"This is my habit." The guest stuffed the money into the coachman's arms, "You were teasing me all the way. It was quite interesting. It seemed like I was listening to a special cross talk show."
"Thank you, thank you!" The coachman was flattered and bowed hurriedly. Perhaps he had never met such a generous guest. He hesitated and reminded in a low voice: "By the way, the deeper the small shop here, the fewer good products there are. They
I just love tourists from out of town, they talk about it and raise the price, so you should pay more attention!"
The guest waved his hand without looking back, opened a white paper folding fan with the slogan "He who has not visited the Great Wall is not a hero", and walked with light steps into the deep alley where even the sun could not penetrate.
The customer stopped at the door of the shop called "Fenglongtang". This is already the deepest part of the alley. Almost no antique shop would choose to open in such a remote alley. After all, antiques are not wine, and darkness and silence will only
Let them gather dust.
The guest raised his head and stared deeply at the "Fenglongtang" signboard above his head. It was different from other signboards on Liulichang Street. The vermilion background had some paint peeling off, the white prefixes were a little blurry, and the years had carved mottled marks on it.
Traces... The young guest stared for a long time, until the strange colors in his blue eyes couldn't help but surge.
He took a deep breath, and the cold morning air poured into his lungs. He suppressed the strange light in his eyes, and opened the blue cotton curtain. The copper bell on the door rang, but no one came to greet him.
The front is empty.
The sunlight became hazy and blurred through the old papered windows. When the guests took two steps, the dust raised from the soles of their feet flew in the hazy sunlight, like dancing elves.
This store looks like it has been neglected for a long time. There are boxes of various sizes piled up in the corner. They all look like old wood. The old objects on the display shelves are covered with dust, including Tang Sancai, Glaze Rabbit, Qingbi Inkstone...
It seems that everything has an unknown origin, and is covered with a mysterious sense of time and story. The door seems to be a gateway in time, and when you step in, you are back to a hundred years ago. Here, time is covered in dust.
The guest swayed slowly and leisurely, and the air was filled with the rich fragrance of sandalwood. His eyes wandered over pieces of ancient porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and brushes and inkstones, and finally stopped at the bright red wedding dress in the corner.
The material of the wedding dress is high-quality lake silk, with exquisite and gorgeous tapestry edges, gold foil with phoenix pattern stitched on it, and inlaid with pearl buttons and glass flakes. It is open and nailed to the wall like a show off, and there is a piece of paper on it as thin as a cicada.
On the ink paper of Yi, a charming woman was sketched on the paper... Before the guest could take a closer look, someone made a voice behind him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The wedding dress worn by the bannermen of the Qing Dynasty is the orthodox cheongsam style. At that time, the cheongsam had a wide hem, with clothes and trousers underneath. Now those slits on the streets outside are used to make people look good.
The cheongsam should be called 'ancestor'."
The guest frowned slightly. His Yanling was a 'Kamaitachi', but he didn't notice someone coming behind him. He calmed down his relaxed expression.
"Phoenix? Mr. Lin Fenglong?" the guest said calmly.
"Governor of Gaul?" The boss smiled, "Mr. Caesar Gattuso, you are unexpectedly young."
Caesar turned around, his icy blue eyes flickering. In front of him was an old European man with distinctive features. His hair was gray-white, his eyes were iron-grey, his cheekbones were slightly sunken, and his livid beard extended from the temples on both sides to his chin, and his face was bright.
His eyes vaguely retained the handsome look of his youth.
The boss was wearing a linen shirt, holding a pair of heavy iron eggs in one hand, and the soy milk and fried dough sticks in the other hand were steaming. His Chinese was particularly authentic... This old European man looked completely obsessed.
Sinicized.
"Has anyone ever said that? You have a calmness that belies your age." The boss said with a smile.
"I know a lot of people who are too calm, such as the two Chinese people who were in the same school with me. They are younger than me, but they are as calm as two little old men who have no troubles," Caesar said lightly, "but only
No one has said that I am calm, because I have never been a person who can endure my temper, except today."
"Oh? Is there anything different today?" The boss was slightly startled.
"Let's complete the deal before chatting." Caesar handed over a substantial paper bag and said in a deep voice, "Two hundred thousand dollars for you, and give me any clues about the Dragon King."
"I take back my compliments on your calmness. You are indeed impatient. Originally, I wanted to make a cup of tea and chat slowly." The boss shook his head slightly and smiled again, "But I like this kind of refreshing person, because my store
I don’t accept counter-offers, and anyone who tries to bargain with me will be kicked out by me.”
The boss took the paper bag, weighed it, smiled and nodded.
"Do you know where the Palace of Nationalities is? There is a glorious alley, just a few steps away from here. In the Ming Dynasty, it was used as a place to make firearms and explosives..." the boss said slowly.
"I know that the place was once called Wanggong Factory, and an earth-shattering event occurred. The Wanggong Factory explosion, the Mohendro-daro death hill incident in India, and the Tunguska explosion in Russia are jointly listed as the largest explosions in history.
There were three mysterious explosions. These explosions had similar characteristics. The fire that tore through the sky was accompanied by a huge mushroom cloud. Everything happened so unexpectedly that all living things within a radius of more than ten kilometers were burned or scorched to death, and the explosion zone
It had a certain degree of toxicity, similar to the effects of radiation. Many experts said it was definitely a nuclear explosion, but nuclear bombs had not been manufactured at all at those times, and there were no such weapons of mass destruction in the world at that time."
Caesar spoke quickly, with a somewhat impatient tone.
"People don't know, because these are all the effects of the Dragon King's Word Spirit, which come from high-risk Word Spirits with extremely high serial numbers... I'm not here to listen to you talk nonsense. Someone has already told me about it before."
"What..." The boss was stunned, and then he seemed to realize something, and took a deep look at the red rosewood screen in the corner, "I see, the Gattuso family is indeed well-deserved."
Caesar's face was expressionless and noncommittal.
"Then I won't show off those things that I have and don't have." The boss laughed at himself, turned around and walked to the blue brick wall, put his fingers into the cracks of the blue brick wall, pulled out a blue brick, and stretched his hand through the hollow hole in the wall.
He took out a knotted blue cloth bag. He slowly opened the bag. It was a book with rough edges. It was a handwritten copy. It looked quite old. The pages were crisp and yellow, and the cover was dipped in "Tianbiandichao".
Four ink characters.
He handed the book to Caesar, who took it and turned it over casually.
"An ancient book from the Ming Dynasty is a note written by an unknown author, but it describes the Wanggong Factory explosion in detail. The content in it is rich and mysterious." The boss introduced softly, "In his notes, there is a kind of thing in the world.
A strange bird, its name is 'gui cha', or '鸧鸆', or 'nine-headed bird'. There used to be ten of them, but in mythology one of them was shot off by Duke Zhou, leaving nine, the one that didn't grow well.
Blood is always dripping from its empty neck, and the largest 'Ghost Che Bird' can grow to be over ten feet long, now comparable to a small fighter jet. According to the records of 'Tian Bian Di Chao', before the explosion of Wang Gong Factory
The vision became apparent within a month, with more and more 'ghost-drawn birds' gathering on the observatory, making ghostly howls day and night, as if predicting the end of the world."
"Is there really such a thing in the world?" Caesar asked.
"Who knows? Maybe they existed before, but have disappeared now..." The boss shrugged, but then his tone suddenly changed, lowering his voice, and saying sadly, "Maybe they are hiding in some corner of the world now.
, hiding in the dark and peeping at you, like...a group of blood-thirsty bats!"
"Sounds creepy." Caesar commented expressionlessly.
"Yes, this is the difference between this 'Tian Bian Di Chao' and other rare books, because it contains more content about Kan Yu, which is what the Chinese often call Feng Shui. Things related to Kan Yu are always creepy."
The boss pointed to the yellowed book, "Some people say it is metaphysics, while others insist it is science, while alchemists think it belongs to the category of theology. There are different opinions. The original author of this book was a Feng Shui master.
, or a special kind of alchemist. His job is to find dragon veins, but he witnessed this change at the break of the dragon veins and recorded it completely. Although the words in it have nothing to do with the dragon, but when you read them together,
You’ll catch a dragon inside!”
"You can compare the maps of the capital today with those of the Ming Dynasty, and it will be very interesting to visit the locations yourself. Old maps can be easily found at any antique vendor, but they are all newly made, and they will follow the instructions.
The price of selling old items to you must be negotiated." The boss reminded, "I have explained everything I can, and you should not lose the 200,000 yuan of information. Can I ask you a question, Mr. Gattuso?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Well, I also have questions to ask you." Caesar said, "You ask first."
"Did I offend you in any way? As a seller, I should be quite competent. I buy and give away. But why do I feel that you are inexplicably wary and hostile towards me from the moment I walk in?" The boss smiled kindly.
"Do you want to know the reason?" Caesar sneered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the red wedding dress on the wall behind him, "Tell me, how much did you sell this dress for?"
"Twenty-eight thousand..." the boss replied subconsciously, but his heart sank.
"Here are fifty thousand." Caesar placed the second paper bag on the table.
Then he turned his head and glanced at the bright red wedding dress, and the familiar side face of the smiling bride on it, and a ruthless haze flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, Caesar struck out with lightning speed, ruthlessly smashing the wedding dress.
The floor was torn from the wall, silk scraped against the pegboard, and the expensive fabric was split in two.
Caesar raised his eyes and looked towards the wall, and the haze in his eyes instantly turned into extreme anger!
The wedding dress was torn apart by Caesar brutally, and the white wall that had been covered was revealed, where the silhouette of a girl was outlined. The freehand lines, although they were just two careless strokes, perfectly copied the girl's upright figure.
In Caesar's eyes, it couldn't be more familiar, because it was simply copied from Chen Motong!
"Mr. Gattuso..." The boss frowned, trying to explain something.
"Shut up! Our deal is over! Stop calling this surname, I don't like it at all!" Caesar shouted, like a beast on the verge of rage, "The guy who likes this surname has been hiding there from beginning to end.
In the corner next to it, it looks like a little mouse stealing from the wall!"
Caesar suddenly looked at the red rosewood screen in the corner and shouted angrily: "Patsy, get out!"