I have to say that today was a very bad and unsuccessful treasure hunt.

After walking through Yangmingshan, I didn't see anything valuable, let alone any meaningful clues.

The hotel was rebuilt due to a fire in 2007, and although the nearly 2,000-square-meter area was retained, it brought great difficulties to Jin Feng's treasure hunt.

The greatest difficulty comes from the ground.

From the perspective of Feng Shui, there must be a refuge room underneath. But now other structures have been erected above the vault.

Even if you can go down, you can't guarantee that there is something inside.

After so many years, those who should have moved away have long been moved, and they will definitely not be left to others.

Quietly descending the mountain, it has been a day.

A day of high hopes for nothing, made Jin Feng a little dull. Back at the Bao family villa, Jin Feng silently sorted out the plan and determined several most important places.

These places must be visited, and they must be touched on the spot.

There are two ways in front of Jin Feng, whether to return to Tunghai University to find the tens of thousands of books donated by ***, or to go directly to Puyuan in Shangbei City to find out on the spot.

Take a deep breath and blink away half of your cigarette to immerse yourself in the thick smoke.

The smoke turned into a hideous and terrifying monster, sneering at Jin Feng with disdain.

Along the way, he walked through the places where Xiao Liuzi walked one by one, but he didn't find any clues left by him.

The Alishan villa, which is most likely to be hidden, has likewise no valuable discoveries.

Xiao Liuzi hid too deeply.

Mr. Zhao is Xiao Liuzi's own son, and he has lived with him for decades, and in the end, he can't figure out what his father hid.

Now Jin Feng is looking for it again, how easy it is to say!

I already felt that I was going to grasp the hope that flashed of light, but I turned my head and was empty-handed.

It's too hard.

The lavish villas, the extravagant decorations, the deathly silence of the palatial halls, the spiral staircase with oak handrails are particularly bleak under the lamps.

It was the eleventh day of August, and the white moonlight shone obliquely on the windowsill of the laminated glass, and the cold and lonely shadow stood alone behind the tulle.

Brother Han Qing, where the hell did you put your things?

"I'm sorry sir. Park Garden is now a private property. No one will be allowed to visit. ”

"This place has been sold to Mr. Yao Dong. ”

"Once again, I warn you, this is private territory. Please leave immediately, or I will call the police. ”

The towering 101 Building, the landmark of Eslite Bookstore, the legend of Zhongxiao East Road, and the street full of bicycles......

Kitashi in autumn is like a beautiful woman with a Gemini personality and menopause.

Beishi, which is located next to the sea and is located in the basin, when water vapor comes in from the northeast, it is blocked by the surrounding mountains and hills......

There is only one result of such a geographical location and the weather colliding.

While the sun was basking and it was raining heavily, it was ...... There was still a strong wind.

So hazy and yet so magical.

The streets are full of boys and girls wearing masks, old people and children, as if they have reached the craziest ** invasion day.

The rain couldn't stop, and the wind was like a tortured sky that had lost its head, blowing the long young hair of beautiful female voices into the hunting air......

Together with the white, red, pink, green, blue, and purple dresses, only a long series of miserable and shy screams remained, but they were instantly blown away by the next round of violent winds.

The obscene taxi drivers and uncles didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and they were full of joy in making some more money by running one more trip.

A starlight blue umbrella hit a locomotive and was bounced high, and it was torn apart with the wind, and it flew over with a loud bang.

The sharp tip of the umbrella shoots straight to the back of a person's head like a sharp arrow.

A black arm standing with rain in the air miraculously held a twisted umbrella and slowly retracted it in his hand.

Raise your hand to restore the umbrella surface, lock the umbrella buckle next to each other, and slowly open it in front of your chest.

"Thirty thousand at a price!"

Outside the famous luxury store in the alley, next to a glass container less than a meter long and one meter high, Jin Feng's voice spilled coldly from under the soaked mask.

The violent slanting wind and rain swept mercilessly on Jin Feng's body like a sandstorm, making a crackling sound.

The heavily armed stall owner wrapped his raincoat tightly and shouted tremblingly: "Forty thousand yuan is a fixed price." I'll sell it to you, and I'll close the stall too. ”

"This damn weather, it's getting worse every year. ”

The vicissitudes of the treasure island dialect became extremely unpleasant at this moment, and the rain couldn't help but hit the stall owner's uncle's fragile body. The rain kept dripping down from the head and dripping into the neck, which was even more cold to the bone marrow.

"Fifty thousand. Give me this daily income of 10 million again. ”

When the stall owner's uncle heard this, his head was like the most high-end electric fan, and broken water droplets splashed all over the counter.

"It's a very auspicious day to earn 10 million a day. The belching of the Qing Dynasty is still made of copper seals. I got 30,000 yuan. ”

"This old mountain sandalwood is holding 50,000 yuan, you want it together, at least 75,000. Hurry up, please. It's not easy for me to make some money in this weather. ”

"Seventy-five thousand is okay, you give me a small thing. Old mountain sandalwood is a drop corner. ”

The boss glared at Jin Feng, gasped heavily, and suddenly waved his hand and said fiercely, "Here you go." Pay for the guests. You're really hard to do. ”

"I've never seen you pick the door so hard. ”

While speaking, the boss wrapped the eighteen sons of Laoshan Sandalwood and the copper seal with a daily income of 10 million yuan and put it into a plastic bag, then took out a glass jar from the counter, and picked up a small bead at random......

At this moment, Jin Feng stretched out his hand, took out a green round tee from the glass jar and said softly: "That's it." ”

The boss was not angry, Jin Feng glanced at him, and shouted in a rough voice: "Don't you want Lao Shantan's accessories? Why do you want this three-way again?"

"I think this one is prettier. ”

"Can't you go back?"

The boss was a little impatient, belched twice, wrapped up the things and handed them over.

When Jin Feng took out a large stack of two thousand pieces of local currency to the boss, the uncle's eyes emitted layers of fine light, as if the storm had become no longer cold.

"Guest, I still have a lot of good things here, do you want to take a look at them again. ”

"No, I don't. ”

"These three are almost enough. ”

After saying this softly, Jin Feng first put the bead tee into his bag, but he sandwiched the other two things under his armpit.

"This umbrella for you. ”

Putting the umbrella on the uncle's counter mountain, Jin Feng stepped out and walked quietly into the bitter rain.

The boss Meizizi nodded the money and said thank you, and suddenly shouted at Jin Feng's back: "Hey." It's raining so hard, don't you want an umbrella?"

"It's fine. It's also raining ahead. ”

The boss was stunned, watching Jin Feng's lonely back slowly disappear into the rain and fog, and couldn't help but smack his lips and scold his retarded mind.

Within a few minutes, a middle-aged woman hurried here with a person.

"Wife, let me tell you a great thing. Rich!"

"Husband, I'll tell you a great joy too. We're going to get rich. ”

Before the middle-aged uncle could speak, the middle-aged woman screamed to herself: "Rich husband." The copper seal with a daily income of 10 million turned out to be from the Northern Song Dynasty. We got rich. I just came out of the auction ......"

"This is Mr. Luo Guihua. He paid six million for our copper seal. ”

Hearing this, the boss's uncle's overjoyed smile suddenly condensed, and he collapsed to the ground, only to feel that the sky had fallen.

"What did you say? Who bought it?"

"Which way did you just go, and what does it look like?"

Luo Guihua, the second-tier dealer of gold wire glasses, listened to the boss's words, and a person's shadow flashed in his mind: "Could it be him!?"

If the heart yearns for it, the autumn rain is also affectionate.

Walking on this legendary Zhongxiao East Road, the cold rain and the bitter wind have become an engraved scenery in my heart.

When he got into the old driver's taxi, Jin Feng slowly took out the three small leaks he had just harvested and played with them gently.

The daily income of the Northern Song Dynasty is 10 million idiom seals. Apple-green tee beads, and an old sandalwood hand.

Lao Shantan's hand is indeed the genuine product of Tianzhu, and the years are enough. But the most valuable thing is not the beads of Lao Shan Tan, but the two Buddha heads and the Buddha head pagoda above him. I want to talk about "Picking Up Leaks" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~