"How much is the old gentleman willing to pay?"

Lu Zifeng took a few steps closer, stretched out his long sword in front of the red-clothed old man, and motioned for him to take a look.

The old man in red and Tang costume did not answer Lu Zifeng's words first, but picked up the long sword and observed it carefully.

The more he looked, the deeper his brow furrowed.

"Old Song, look at this long sword, is it a little different?"

He handed the long sword to Song Lao's eyes.

"Oh?" Song Qingshan was also interested.

He had listened to Li Taishan's introduction before, so he didn't take the long sword in Lu Zifeng's hand too seriously, thinking that it was not an ancient sword with years, and according to the appearance, it was indeed as Li Taishan said, a long sword of modern craftsmanship.

Although later, Lu Zifeng proved that his long sword was indeed extremely sharp, but it didn't make him too excited.

He was an antique collector, not an arms collector.

No matter how sharp a weapon is, if it has no historical value, he will not be too impressed.

At this moment, looking at the long sword, his brows were furrowed deeper and deeper.

Although this long sword looks brand new, but if you look closely, there is a texture, yes, a texture of age, this is an acquired feeling that he has collected antiques for decades, and it is absolutely not wrong.

Moreover, he looked at the pattern on the scabbard, lifelike, perfect could not be more perfect, at first glance, it is really possible to think that it is carved by a machine, but if you look closely, it is not, if it is carved by a machine, why is there no trace of cutting?

And I touched the pattern with my hand, it was very sleek, and there was no trace of cutting feeling.

At the same time, this dragon-shaped pattern is very strange, he can be regarded as a master of antique collecting, and there are no longer a few imperial swords that have been seen, but he has never seen this kind of imperial saber with a dragon-shaped pattern.

The old man in red and Tang costume and Song Qingshan glanced at each other, and knew that the other party also saw a hint of clues, and they both showed a trace of puzzlement.

But no matter what, they all think that this long sword is indeed an ancient sword, but they don't know which dynasty or which emperor's, and it is precisely because of this that this long sword is more and more proven, and the historical value is transcendent.

When he came back to his senses, the old man in red was also a little excited, this time he came to the city, but he didn't expect to find a treasure.

He looked at Lu Zifeng and asked, "Young man, I don't know where your sword came from?"

Lu Zifeng was stunned, he didn't know how to answer, it was impossible to say that he had a fairy palace, this sword was taken from the fairy palace, and there were dozens of swords like this in the fairy palace.

"This sword is from my ancestors. ”

Lu Zifeng casually said a reason.

The old man in red was skeptical, but he didn't continue to ask.

There are rules to the line.

Don't ask the origin of the seller's collection, that's the rule.

"Young man, I want your sword, and as for the price, you can say it yourself. ”

The old man in red said bluntly.

Lu Zifeng didn't expect the old man in red to be so bold, thought about it, and stretched out a hand a little nervously.

500,000 is indeed a huge amount of money for a poor country boy like Lu Zifeng, but thinking that his long sword is not an immortal weapon, and one sword will cut off the shopkeeper's million-dollar treasure knife, and the offer of 500,000 is not too much.

It's a big deal to let the other party repay the price, isn't it like doing business, asking for the price all over the sky, and paying back the money on the ground.

"Five million?"

But the old man in red misunderstood what Lu Zifeng meant, thinking that Lu Zifeng was asking for five million, and whispered.

The old man whispered, but everyone in the store was shocked, and they all looked at Lu Zifeng.

Five million, that's too high!

Although everyone thinks that Lu Zifeng's long sword is not an ordinary sword, five million is definitely a sky-high price.

Five million, in Lincheng, a small county, you can buy five or six houses of 100 square meters, which is a wealth that ordinary people can't earn in their lifetime.

The customers in the store shook their heads, thinking that Lu Zifeng was opening his mouth with a lion, and the asking price was not so demanding!

"I'm grass, this kid wants to go crazy for money!"

Li Taishan couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

His treasure knife, but the saber of a famous general in the Qing Dynasty, was only a few hundred thousand when he bought it, and now although the price has risen, it is worth millions, if you meet a favorite Tibetan friend, two million is also possible, but five million, that is ten thousand can not reach.

He didn't believe that the long sword in Lu Zifeng's hand could have a higher historical value than his treasure sword? At most, it was a little sharper.

"Hmph, grandpa, this country boy has never seen money, and he has fallen into the eyes of money, but he can really say that five million? I am afraid it is not worth it to sell him with this sword. The woman with the ponytail also looked angry.

The more she looked at Lu Zifeng, the more unpleasant she became.

In fact, Lu Zifeng himself was confused.

the feathers!

I just stretched out a hand, who said five million!

Is it 500,000 good, 500,000, not 5 million!

But just when Lu Zifeng was about to explain, the old man in red and Tang costume said:

"Five million is a bit expensive, but it's settled. ”

"What?"

Almost everyone at the scene was surprised.

They all thought that the old man in red and Tang costume would refuse Lu Zifeng's lion-like shouting, but they didn't expect to agree.

Million!

I didn't even return the price, so I agreed?

At this moment, the crowd seemed to have a feeling that poverty had limited their imagination.

Li Taishan was stupid on the spot, and his whole head was confused.

Five million, if he knew that this sword was so valuable, he should have spent a lot of money to buy it from the other party at that time, and he would not have regretted it as it is now, and he regretted it extremely.

Lu Zifeng couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his heart was pounding.

He originally had the attitude of giving 500,000 a try, but he didn't expect it to turn into 5 million by mistake.

If it weren't for the old man's age, he would really see the old man in red as a rich second generation and a loser.

Five million!

This money is enough for him to become a rich man in Lujiazhuang all of a sudden.

How could this calm him down?

You must know that the snakeskin bag he is carrying in his hand is even more beautiful than the appearance of the long sword, and the sharpness is not inferior to that of the long sword, but there are dozens of weapons, and there are even more in the fairy palace.

One is five million, ten is fifty million, and one hundred is five billion.......

Lu Zifeng didn't dare to think about it anymore, damn it, this is going to become a billionaire!

But soon, he also calmed down.

As the saying goes, scarcity is expensive, and if you take out all the weapons in the snakeskin bag, it is difficult to say whether it is worth five million pieces.

If you don't do it, you will be regarded as a big liar who imitates it, or a tomb robber.

Otherwise, where would you get so many swords and swords?

So Lu Zifeng resisted the plan to take out all the weapons in the snakeskin bag and sell them to the old man.

"Grandpa, don't be deceived, how can this broken sword be worth five million. ”

The woman with a ponytail didn't expect her grandfather to really bid five million, and she was anxious to persuade her.

She didn't blame Lu Zifeng for getting the benefits, who told him to ignore himself before.

The old man in red and Tang costume waved his hand and said solemnly: "Ziyi, Hugh has to talk nonsense, hurry up, write a check for five million to this young man." ”

"Grandpa......" Tang Ziyi wanted to say something more, but seeing his grandfather's serious and serious expression, he still didn't say what he wanted to say, and stomped his feet unwillingly, knowing that he couldn't change the decision made by his grandfather.

Turning her head to look at Zifeng, she snorted coldly: "Count you kid lucky." ”

As he spoke, he took out a check from his handbag and was about to fill in the amount, but Song Qingshan, who was beside him, said:

"Old Tang, you are a guest from afar, I should pay this money, and it should be regarded as a gift for you. ”

Everyone at the scene thought that Lu Zifeng had taken a big advantage, only he knew that five million was actually not expensive.

If it weren't for the fact that this long sword was favored by Donald, maybe he would have paid for it.

The old man in red waved his hand and said with a smile: "Old Song, how can I let you break the bank." ”

"Ziyi, don't give the check to the young man yet. ”

Tang Ziyi wrote down the amount on the check, and walked to Lu Zifeng's side with an unwilling and reluctant look.

"Give!"

The tone was cold.

Lu Zifeng took the check and didn't care about Tang Ziyi's expression.

He can be regarded as understanding this girl, and he rarely pays attention to it when he looks at himself horizontally and vertically.

As the saying goes, good men don't fight with women.

What's more, what he cares about most now is money, no matter what your attitude is.

When I took the check, I saw that the amount of five million was written on the check in both uppercase and lowercase, and my heart beat uncontrollably.

Is that all five million is all about?

Although he had never touched the check in reality, he had seen it on TV, and his hands trembled slightly, but he was controlled by Lu Zifeng with all his might.

We can't be so unproductive, as if we haven't seen money.

Trying to calm himself down, Lu Zifeng carefully put away the check and put it in his pocket.

His first thought now is to go to the bank and transfer the money to his bank card to feel at ease.

"Sir, take your leave. ”

Lu Zifeng hugged his fist at Donald, and it seemed that he couldn't wait for a moment.

The old man in red nodded, waved his hand, and said, "Young man, go slowly." ”

But the moment he waved his hand, he suddenly felt a cramping pain in his chest, and then his eyes went dark, and he fainted directly.

There was no warning.

Everyone at the scene was shocked when they saw this.