The way the scroll appeared gave Huang An a very strange feeling.
"Is it because you think I'm ready to give up and give me some benefits so that I can continue cleaning up the trash?"
He made a bold guess.
However, he waited quietly for three or four minutes, but there was no response from the Wanjie Garbage Dump.
Could it really be a coincidence?
Huang An looked at the hole where garbage was still pouring, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
After looking at it for a while, I didn't see anything special.
Only then did he focus on the scroll again.
The scroll is rolled up in the shape of a tube, as thick as an adult's forearm, and about two feet long.
There is some dirty black mud on the surface, and the material of the scroll cannot be seen now.
However, from the appearance of the entire scroll, one can still see that the scroll is extraordinary, with dark golden lines covering all exposed surfaces.
These lines give people a very natural feeling. They do not look like they were drawn artificially, but rather like natural lines formed naturally.
He bent slightly, stretched out his hand, took it out, and weighed it twice in the palm of his hand. It weighed about four or five kilograms.
"Not ordinary paper!"
Huang An made this judgment.
He reached out and wiped it in the center of the scroll. There was a small black and red rope on it, which tightly tied the scroll.
Huang An hooked his fingers, ready to tear it off and take a look.
Sudden.
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Can't even open it?
The force coming from his fingers made Huang An's complexion change slightly, as if his fingers were hooked on a mountain.
He knew that he couldn't open the picture now, he couldn't even look at it.
Can I just buy it and watch it later?
"20kg of gold!"
Huang An frowned slightly. He had a little money, but he also had gold on hand, but he didn't have that much gold, let alone that much money to buy gold!
does it worth?
What if this picture scroll is of no use?
Huang An hesitated for two seconds, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
purchase!
If you have money, don’t spend it. You bastard. This is where you make so much money.
Moreover, he actually has a way to quickly raise enough funds, even gold!
Thinking of this, Huang An immediately put the scroll on the shelf behind him, then changed his clothes and went straight back to his home.
Afterwards, I pulled out my fully charged mobile phone, sat on the sofa and began to meditate.
20kg of gold is not a small amount. I still have about 5kg of gold on hand, and there is a balance of more than 3 million in my bank card.
However, there will be many opportunities to use gold in the future, so you must buy more.
Gold is very easy to buy, just use various banking apps on your mobile phone.
After entering the page, select precious metal accumulation, and then go to the nearest bank to get it.
Although the gold he needs seems to be a lot, it is only relative.
20kg of gold will not attract the attention of the higher-ups, and no one will investigate it.
But where does the money come from?
20kg of gold requires at least 8 million yuan.
However, he now only has 3.5 million left in his bank card.
The money gap is huge.
The first thing Huang An thought of was his father, where he had money.
And daddy hid more than ten kilograms of gold under the bed.
It's okay to take the gold and ask dad to repurchase it.
But then, he rejected this approach.
Dad's private money cannot be touched. When it comes to father and son, he cannot do too much.
"Now that I am in the middle stage of the Six Fu Realm, my body will recover soon. Why not go to the government office in my hometown?
Uncle Liu is a member of the government, and his status is not low. All the gold in the country is under the control of Uncle Liu and them. It is the best choice for me to cooperate with them! In addition to helping me with gold, they can also help me solve many chores.
Just like those two pamphlets last time!”
This is Huang An's retreat. Now that his body has recovered, he can show off his cards to his hometown to a certain extent.
If he had help from the government in his hometown, he could save a lot of energy.
"Is there really a showdown?"
Faced with such an unprecedented event, Huang An inevitably hesitated.
After pondering for about ten minutes, Huang An took out a pen and paper, drew a straight line vertically on the paper, and divided the paper into two.
Then, write the words "advantages" and "disadvantages" on them respectively.
While writing and drawing, there were more and more fonts on the whole paper, and Huang An's ideas became clearer.
He gritted his teeth for the last time and said directly:
"The advantages outweigh the disadvantages, let's show off!"
The decision was made, and Huang An was not one to hesitate. He found a blank notebook, picked up a ballpoint pen, and then disappeared directly.
Three hours later, he appeared in the guest room again with a bag filled with various new materials in his right hand and the notebook he just held under his left wrist.
He used the gold he had on hand to exchange for some of the new materials he had collected previously.
It weighs twenty kilograms in total and has a plastic-like leather sheath, but most of it is made of new alloy materials from all over the world.
The blank notebook is now filled with fonts.
He used the ability of the Eye of Insight to gain insight into the properties of these materials, even the methods of preparation and synthesis, and then selectively recorded some of them.
These materials and notes are his declaration of surrender, and they are also physical evidence that enhances the persuasiveness of his words and proves that he does not suffer from mental illness.
He doesn't plan to show his abnormality now, how can he have so much time?
Moreover, before martial arts can be popularized, revealing the abnormality of one's body has no meaning except to cause a lot of trouble for oneself.
After everything was ready, Huang An saw that there were no omissions and directly dialed Uncle Liu's number.
"Uncle, I have a big deal here, would you like to come over and take a look?"
"Big? How big?"
...
That night, Huang An, who moved his residence to a military community, disappeared into an empty house with a gold box worth hundreds of kilograms in his hand.
Outside the house, everything was normal, as if nothing had happened today.
With a swipe sound, his figure appeared in the square of the Wanjie Garbage Dump.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Today, there are many strange machines on the shelves in the Wanjie Junkyard Square.
That is a weapon, the most powerful individual hot weapon in my hometown.
That was the life-saving artifact given to him by Uncle Liu.
It's just that Huang An feels that he won't be able to use these high-tech weapons in front of him for a long time.
"Phew, I'm finally done!"
Huang An let out a long sigh, put the gold under the shelf, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Today, my tongue was numb and my voice was hoarse, so I finally sent Uncle Liu and the others away.
"From now on, every month, provide Uncle Liu and the others with a batch of new materials, with a total weight of no less than one hundred kilograms! Then write some instructions, preparation and synthesis methods, etc. This task is really simple!"
Thinking of the final agreement, Huang An felt refreshed.
Uncle Liu and the others arrived more happily than they imagined.
"From now on, we will be your strong backing. If you need anything, just ask, we can even pick the stars in the sky for you!"
Thinking of the guarantee that Uncle Liu and the others gave him, Huang An laughed out loud.
He made a very wise choice.
Huang An was happy for a while, and then his expression turned serious.
He gathered his thoughts, walked to the side of the shelf, stretched out his hand to the scroll quietly placed on the shelf, and muttered silently.
"exchange!"
[Exchange successful! 20kg of gold has been deducted!]
The next moment, the appearance of the scroll in hand became clean and tidy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Huang An swallowed his throat, took a long breath, and placed it on an empty shelf that was level with his chest.
Then, break the red rope and gently unfold the scroll.
His eyes widened, and his gaze slowly moved along with the parts exposed in the painting.
"Huh? It seems like a fist!"
As the scroll unfolds, more information is revealed.
In the scroll, a big golden fist gradually appeared.
This made Huang An feel inexplicably surprised.
The Eye of Insight still didn't respond, and Huang An didn't notice anything unusual.
"Could it be that 20kg of gold can be exchanged for such an antique-like piece of art? Is this of any use?"
Resisting the ominous premonition in his heart, he slowly unfolded the entire scroll.
It's just a raised human fist, with clenched fingers pointing out of the painting.
The fist is very realistic, and the lines and wrinkles on it all seem to be real.
The disappointed expression on Huang An's face was extremely strong.
It seems that he really has an ordinary calligraphy and painting in exchange for it.
But at the moment when the fist pattern was completely unfolded and displayed in front of him, something unexpected happened.
A golden light flashed across my eyes, and the pattern seemed to come alive.
A piece of golden light was like a curtain, covering the entire field of vision, seeming to penetrate Huang An's flesh, blood, muscles and bones.
Huang An seemed to feel the horror of destroying the world, and his whole body became cold for an instant. His mind felt like it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and the pain was so severe that it seemed to burst.
"ah!"
Huang An covered his head and screamed in pain, his brain felt like it was splitting.
This pain gave him a familiar feeling that he had not seen for a long time. When he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, the pain was so unbearable.
It's even more painful and unbearable now.
There was no one here, and Huang An screamed.
After a long time, the screams became weak, and Huang An felt that his head was coming back.
I shook my head and didn't feel the pain like bursting.
He struggled to get up, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the fist pattern, and quickly looked away.
Obviously, the moment just now left him with lingering fear, a memory of fear subconsciously arose in his mind, and his body also had a subconscious reaction.
There was nothing strange about his body, and even the Eye of Insight didn't give out any noteworthy reminders.
Is it just that moment?
Huang An was thoughtful and focused his gaze on the unfolded pattern.
next moment.
["Pictures of Divine Fist": Origin???]
Huang An's mind was filled with questions.
This is the second time that the Eye of Insight has explored this strange picture, and has come to a completely different conclusion than just now.
Could it be that its functions are also gradual?
Huang An was thoughtful, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he could pick up a writing brush.
Isn't the Eye of Insight claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent, able to see through all the "garbage" that appears in the garbage dump of all realms?
Why are there three question marks?
Fortunately, it still found a small part of what Huang An wanted.
The name of this scroll is "Picture of the Divine Fist".
The next moment, another golden font appeared in front of Huang An.
[Every time you observe and use it, your soul can grow, which is of great benefit. Observation method: Concentrate the power of Qi and blood in your eyes, and just observe the divine fist with your mind.]
Sure enough, his previous guess was correct, and the function of the Eye of Insight was also gradual.
When rolled into a ball, the density of information detected is completely different from when it is fully unfolded.
Moreover, there is a very important point, that is, the observation method of using the Divine Fist Diagram is to condense the power of Qi and blood into the eyes and use it with the help of the power of Qi and blood.
However, as he is only in the middle stage of the Six Fu Realm, he seems to be unable to mobilize the power of Qi and blood in his body.
Huang An's face suddenly turned ugly.
Could it be that such a sacred object can only be left here to collect dust?