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"It's over, it's over." A middle-aged man walks down the street with a paper ball in his arms and his eyes blank.

Messy hair, messy clothes.

and bloodshot eyes.

All show how bad the middle-aged man's state is.

Bang! Hit someone.

The middle-aged man bumped into a teenager, and the unprepared teenager was directly knocked into a stumbling one, but the middle-aged man seemed to be unconscious, still walking forward mechanically.

The young man was naturally not happy and chased after him directly.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The boy shouted.

“……”

"You bumped into someone, didn't you see it?" The boy did not give up.

“……”

"You're not stupid, are you?"

The boy cursed.

“……”

"Damn, I'm really a fool, count me unlucky." The boy scolded and left.

"It's over, it's all over."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

Seeing what happened to the young man, the pedestrians on the road began to avoid the middle-aged man, and looked at the middle-aged man with strange eyes. Especially adults with children, they even pull children to hide far away, for fear of being contaminated with a little bit of bad luck by middle-aged men.

Bang! The middle-aged man bumped into something again.

This time, though, it's not human.

It's a trash can.

Unsurprisingly, the middle-aged man fell to the side, but what was surprising was that the middle-aged man was not protecting himself first, but the paper bag he was holding in his arms. Thump! The middle-aged man landed on the left side and slammed into the pavement.

Yes! With a gasp, the middle-aged man finally came back to his senses.

"My baby, my baby......" The middle-aged man didn't care about the sharp pain in his left arm, but opened the paper bag in his arms with a nervous face.

Now, everyone is curious.

What is the baby?

Let the middle-aged man be so obsessed, and the enchanted one doesn't even care about his own safety.

Crash! In an instant, there was a circle of people around the middle-aged man, men and women, old and young, which confirmed the habit of Chinese people who love to watch lively, and there were a few young people who looked dodgy, obviously without any good intentions.

As if he hadn't seen everyone, the middle-aged man opened the paper bag as if no one was around, and looking at his cautious appearance, he must have treated his newborn baby like this.

Now, the people around me are even more curious.

And there were people coming up about it.

One lap, two laps......

In just a while, it was seven or eight circles, no less than a few hundred people.

Syllable! The paper bag opened.

All of them stretched their necks and looked over, and a few young people with bad intentions squeezed inside, looking ready to do it at any time.

"Phew, what a psychopath, wasted Lao Tzu's time in vain." At this time, an angry curse sounded, and I saw a man turn around and leave with a disgusted face.

"Hehe, it's really a psychopath, holding a bunch of rags as treasures."

"Let's go too! I think this person is not in his right mind, and he may do something crazy in a while, you know, it is not illegal to kill people with mental illness! ”

"Yes, let's go."

In the echo, the crowd on the inner and outer three floors that was still surrounded just now immediately dispersed. As for the young people with bad intentions, after seeing the contents of the paper bag clearly, they each glared at the middle-aged man fiercely and left one after another.

In the blink of an eye, only the middle-aged man was still sitting on the ground, carefully holding a paper bag in both hands.

In the open paper bag, pieces of porcelain were revealed.

That's right, it's a piece of porcelain.

These porcelain tiles range from large to small, ranging from the size of a fingernail to the size of a fist, and their shapes are extremely irregular, apparently fragments of broken porcelain.

Seeing that there was no problem with the porcelain piece, the middle-aged man let out a long sigh of relief, and carefully wrapped the paper bag from the new. It was only then that the middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and couldn't help but investigate the injury. Fortunately, although there was a large bruise, it did not hurt the bones.

"Huh!" The middle-aged man who had just gotten up had a surprise in his mouth.

Follow the middle-aged man's gaze.

It turned out to be a shop, a universal repair shop.

But the middle-aged man's eyes were not staring at the signboard of the store, but at the billboard next to the door of the store, only to see that it was written in large letters: "Business scope: bad things, affordable prices!" ”

"Bad stuff!" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, as if he was enchanted, and he walked straight towards the store with the paper bag in his arms.

……

After discussing the 3D cartoon with Zhou Yu, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and Tianze went to visit Qiao Qiao in Shencheng Peking University Hospital again, and then took the subway back to the store.

No, just finished cleaning.

I saw a middle-aged man holding a paper bag stumbling into the store.

"You...... Do you repair antiques here? The middle-aged man gasped and asked.

"Antiques?" Tianze was stunned for a moment.

"Can't you fix it?" The fire in the middle-aged man's eyes was extinguished again.

"Show me it." Tianze didn't pack a ticket.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man also calmed down at this time, how could a repair shop be able to restore antiques? But that little hope in his heart made the middle-aged man reluctant to give up, and the things in the paper package had spent all his savings! If something goes wrong, maybe the family will be scattered.

It turned out that the middle-aged man's name was Zeng Tianming, and he was a hawker who resold antiques. To put it bluntly, it is to sell fake antiques in the antique street to deceive people, although it is not said to be rich and expensive, but it is also a well-off life, and among all the hawkers who resell antiques, it can be regarded as a good mix.

The reason why Zeng Tianming was able to get out of the way is because he has always kept an iron law, that is, not to touch real antiques. It sounds funny, a hawker who resells antiques never touches real antiques, but this is the only way Zeng Tianming can get out of the way.

The reason why Zeng Tianming didn't touch real antiques was because of the fear in his heart. Zeng Tianming saw with his own eyes that his predecessors, who were many times smarter than him, went bankrupt because of an antique, and finally ended up with a wife who was separated.

But this time, Zeng Tianming violated his own iron law.

He shot.

Spent a whole million on a piece of blue and white porcelain, because he was sure it was true. During the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty, the blue and white entwined branches and lotus pattern rhomboids are disc! You can sell it at a sky-high price of at least 1.6 million yuan, and a profit of 600,000 yuan! Zeng Tianming still didn't hold back his greed in the end.

Now, Zeng Tianming has paid the price for his greed.

The blue and white porcelain that I bought for a million yuan automatically shattered into pieces the next day. This is obviously a trap designed by the other party, the blue and white porcelain is indeed true, but it is a fragment that has been temporarily glued together! One million instantly turned into hundreds of pieces of waste, how could Zeng Tianming accept it?

As the paper bag opened, Tian Ze also saw the contents of the paper bag clearly.

"Can you fix it?" Zeng Tianming asked nervously.

"There's nothing missing, is there?" Tian Ze looked at the pile of debris and asked with a frown.

"No, not a lot." Zeng Tianming affirmed.

"Yes." Tianze nodded.

"Really?" Zeng Tianming was so excited that his whole body began to tremble.

Tian Ze didn't speak, just nodded again.

"Can I ask, after the porcelain is repaired, will there be visible traces? If it leaves obvious marks, I'm willing not to fix it, and I won't pay you anything. Zeng Tianming continued to ask.

In Zeng Tianming's eyes, antique restoration is naturally to glue the pieces together from the new, which is not unusual, even Zeng Tianming himself will order it. The difficulty is seamless, after all, it is an antique that has been glued together from scratch, and if you want to make the antique not see the slightest flaw, it is not an antique restoration master.

"Guaranteed to give you a perfect repair."

Tianze said confidently.

"Really?" Zeng Tianming's breathing was a little short.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is actually a master of antique restoration who is deeply hidden? It's not impossible, after all, superior people always act differently than ordinary people.

"But it's not cheap." Tianze said again.

"I'll do as much as I want, as long as you can fix it." Zeng Tianming immediately said.

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