Bite!

Someone had a WeChat video call with Wang Po.

Wang Po accepted the invitation for a video conversation, saw the pale face of the hostess at the military base, and asked, "Yue Fei's son Yue Yun, is there anything to do with me?"

Yue Fei's son, Yue Yun, is now possessed by the hostess of the military base, and said breathlessly: "King Jizo, do you have a place for me to hide, I have offended a group of people in the yang world, they are looking for me everywhere, once I stay in the hotel, they may find out my location through the ID registration information." ”

Wang Po pondered for a moment and said, "Come to Jiuhua Antique Dealership, my private property is relatively safe." I'll send you a location. ”

"Yes, King Jizo, you are truly a bodhisattva of great compassion. Yue Fei's son Yue Yun almost bowed down to Wang Po.

Wang Po hung up the WeChat video chat, and casually sent Yue Fei's son Yue Yun the location of an antique store.

The lights are on!

The high-rise buildings are brightly lit, and the streets are full of people.

A woman wrapped in black rode a shared bicycle to the Jiuhua antique dealership with only one floor on.

"Yue Fei's son Yue Yun, please come in!" Wang Po opened the door of the antique shop, and at a glance recognized that the woman in black was Yue Fei's son Yue Yun.

"King Jizo!" Yue Fei's son Yue Yun entered the antique shop and bowed slightly to Wang Po.

"This is my antique shop, you stay here first, by the way, there is a netherworld man Jing Xian in the painting paper hanging on the wall, a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, who lives in the antique shop temporarily. Wang Po introduced Yue Fei's son Yue Yun to the ghost in the antique shop.

"Hello!" Yue Fei's son, Yue Yun, greeted Jing Xian on the drawing paper.

"Hello!" Jing Xian waved her hand on the drawing paper, and she knew Yue Fei's son Yue Yun.

"The valuable things in the antique shop are the ancient book and the ancient jade, you can take care of it in the store. Wang Po explained to Yue Fei's son Yue Yun, put the key on the table, and said to Yue Fei's son Yue Yun: "The antique shop will be left to you to take care of." Tell me when you go back to Hades, and I'll come to the shop and get the key. ”

Everything that should be explained has been explained, Wang Po left the antique dealership, and handed over the antique dealership to Yue Fei's son Yue Yun to take care of, and there are ancient generals who will take care of the shop for him, what else is he worried about.

As for whether the antique store can sell things, Wang Po has not considered this problem at all, even if his grandfather runs the antique store, it is estimated that the antique store is only a place for grandpa to drink tea and chat with friends, not a place to trade antiques.

Blowing the cool night breeze, Wang Po swept a shared bicycle with his mobile phone and rode home.

When he got home, Wang Po had dinner with his family as usual, and then helped his mother take care of his younger brother, his mother started cleaning, and his sister reviewed in the room.

Late at night, Wang Po fell asleep while running the Tai Chi breathing method in the room.

4 a.m.!

When everything was silent, the people all entered a state of deep sleep, and even mosquitoes, rats, and insects entered a state of deep sleep.

Ding!

Wang Po's phone rang.

Wang Po opened his eyes and saw that the time was more than 4 o'clock in the morning, and knew that the person who called him at this time was a person from the underworld except for the awakened, so he answered the phone.

"King Jizo, it's open, you hurry up, the antique shop is open. Yue Fei's son Yue Yun said excitedly on the other end of the phone.

"Sick!" Wang Po hung up the phone, got up, washed up briefly, swept a shared bicycle, and rode to Jiuhua Antique Dealership.

The Jiuhua antique dealer is brightly lit and the door is open.

Yue Fei's son, Yue Yun, was holding a cyan vase and watching carefully, letting out exclamations as he watched.

Wang Po didn't understand antiques, he could still see that the vase was estimated to be an antique from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and thought in his heart: "Yue Fei's son Yue Yun, you are an ancient person before the Ming and Qing dynasties, you have never seen a vase in the Ming and Qing dynasties, why is it so intoxicating? For you, that vase is not an antique." ”

Yue Fei's son Yue Yun naturally didn't know what Wang Po was thinking, and he was still intoxicated.

There are two people from the underworld floating in the antique shop, one is Jing Xian, a new underworld, and the other is a middle-aged fat man in ancient clothes.

The vase of the Ming and Qing dynasties is an antique brought by the fat man.

"King Jizo, are you here?" Yue Fei's son Yue Yun didn't dare to snub Wang Po, and immediately greeted Wang Po, pointed to the middle-aged fat man and said: "This is Mr. Zhong, a business tycoon in the late Ming Dynasty, Mr. Zhong brought a vase of his funeral goods at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and he wants to change to the latest mobile phone that can watch blockbusters." ”

"What?" Wang Po suspected that he had heard it wrong, it was the first time he had heard that the people of the underworld had actually exchanged their funeral goods for a mobile phone in the underworld.

Mr. Zhong hurriedly said: "Yes, I brought my funeral goods this time just to change a mobile phone. No matter how many funeral goods there are, I can only look at them, I have been watching them for so many years, and I have long been tired of watching them, so it is better to change a mobile phone in the sun, I can save some blockbusters in my mobile phone, and when I enter that small square space, I can watch blockbusters to relieve boredom. ”

"The people of the underworld can't understand the suffering of the people of the underworld, if the entertainment projects of the underworld can keep up, there will not be so many people in the underworld who will be smuggled into the underworld. Yue Fei's son Yue Yun obviously felt it, but he didn't dare to reveal too much information about the underworld.

Wang Po looked at Mr. Zhong and said, "Mr. Zhong, you can make any specific requests, and we will try our best to meet your requirements." ”

Mr. Zhong had already thought about it, and said directly: "I only need a smartphone with a durable battery, and I need to store some ghost films in it, especially Uncle Lin's ghost hunting films, zombie films must be saved, as well as my underworld neighbor Xiaolong's kung fu films, and some other types of films." ”

"Got it, you can pick up your phone tomorrow. Wang Po nodded towards Mr. Zhong.

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow. Mr. Chung floated away from the antique shop.

After sending Mr. Zhong away, Wang Pochao Yue Fei's son Yue Yun instructed: "Yue Fei's son Yue Yun, and then there are people in the underworld who exchange antiques for items in the yang world, you make a list first, and send it to me on WeChat the next day, I am responsible for procurement, don't wake me up in the middle of the night." Okay, I'll go back and catch up on sleep. ”

After that, without waiting for Yue Fei's son Yue Yun to reply, Wang Po swept a shared bicycle and rode home.

In the antique shop, Yue Fei's son Yue Yun continued to touch the vase, and Jing Xian floated around in the store.

Outside, people in the underworld were floating, some drifted to the cemetery, some drifted into the distance, and some drifted directly into some ancient tombs and ancient houses.