December 3, 2018, 22 days before Christmas.

At 12:20 p.m.,

Tong'an District, Xiamen.

The breeze is blowing, and the four seasons are like spring.

Compared to the cities in the northeast that have been shrouded in snow and ice, the people here still wear short sleeves and relax on the beach.

Wutu Commercial Street is one of the major commercial streets in Tong'an, and the flow of people here has always been good. They sell everything, and it's bustling day and night.

Not far from the commercial street, in an alley, there is an antique shop that has been open for many years. Of course, it has been closed for a long time now, and even the neighbors in the neighborhood don't know exactly when this antique store opened.

Because it's not like the breakfast shop downstairs that you go to every day, and it's not like the shopping street, you can go shopping when you get home from work, have a snack, and try on clothes if you don't buy anything.

In today's society, people's pursuit of antiques is not as strong as before, in addition to catering to the boss's sycophants, at most it is also a commodity invested by those who have money. In addition, there are fewer vassal and elegant people now, and even if there are, they like to go to auctions or go to antique streets to buy goods.

Antiques, if genuine, are certainly worth a lot of money. How can someone who can afford to buy antiques fall in love with such a small shop, after all, such an inconspicuous shop is hard to guarantee that it is all an old fake.

Naturally, the impression of this antique shop is getting shallower and shallower for people living in Wutu Commercial Street, and only the elderly residents of the old community here vaguely remember that more than ten years ago, it seemed that the owner of this antique shop was a middle-aged fat boss with a wealthy body.

With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looks like he is smiling when he sees everyone, and with his belly that seems to be pregnant with twins, he looks like the legendary Maitreya Buddha.

Of course

When did the fat boss close the antique shop, but the old man here can't remember, but he remembers that it seems that the last time he saw this Maitreya Buddha was almost ten years ago.

There are fewer people who buy antiques, and more people who buy gold, silver, diamond rings, and jewelry, so naturally not many people care about a small antique store, but when the old man occasionally passes by, he finds that this store has not been transferred and redeemed, and he can't help but be a little surprised.

There was a fat man who would park at the door every few days with a BMW X6, look at the closed shop, smoke a few cigarettes, and leave.

If it weren't for the fact that this fat man looked young, the old people really thought that this person's face was seven points similar to the fat boss of the antique store, and some people also speculated that this fat man might be the son of the fat boss. It is also possible that the fat boss had some accident, so his descendants come here every day to remember their deceased old father.

The shampoo room next door to the antique shop has also been closed for a long time, and it is said that the anti-pornography of the previous year was swept in.

Life is still like this, creating a hygienic city is going on steadily, it is difficult to find a hawker on the street, the streets are clean, there are more parking lots, and there are no more small chaotic stalls that the old people never forget.

Like the Northeast, the chess and card rooms in the streets and alleys of Xiamen are full of retired aunts and uncles.

This is a laid-back seaside city, but also a city suitable for retirement, in the cold of winter, the whole city is immersed in the four seasons of spring sea breeze,

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Just as the aunt and uncle were about to take a nap after lunch, they suddenly heard a familiar voice downstairs.

The grinding sound of the wheels pressing against the fine gravel disappeared after more than ten seconds, and then a black BMW X6 stopped at the door of the alley where the antique store was located.

The fat boss's son is here again.

Through the window, the aunt upstairs saw a fat young man with a round figure stepping out of the black BMW.

He wears a pair of discolored nearsighted glasses that look like sunglasses from a distance.

The fat young man was wearing a floral shirt with a large jade plaque around his neck and a chain of large jade beads on his hand.

Just this outfit, an upstart breath broke out in an instant.

Fortunately, the residents in the nearby community are used to seeing this nouveau riche, so they don't think that the other party is pretending, but they just think that the fat man's filial piety is really great.

Year after year, day after day, rain or shine, driving in the middle of the day is as accurate as clocking in to work.

"Bang!"

It's just that it's a little strange today, the fat young man didn't come here alone to remember his relatives, but two people.

A long-haired middle-aged man with a guitar on his back stepped down from the back of the BMW and lit a cigarette with the fat young man.

"Boss Liu, your store is a little too biased, right?" Spit out a puff of smoke, Uncle Rock Fan frowned.

The fat young man with a pair of myopic glasses that were turned into sunglasses by the sun shone his eyes, and said with a smile: "The old customers are familiar with this, if they really move, I'm really afraid that they won't get used to it." ”

"Pull it down! I think you're just worried about the rent! Uncle Rock scoffed at the fat young man's words, if he didn't know the temperament of this Boss Liu, he would really think he was a nostalgic person!

Hearing this, the fat young man squinted his eyes and laughed innocently.

Hehe.

After smoking a cigarette, both of them threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it very immorally.

"Anyway, you are a good beast king, what are you doing in Xiamen? It can't be that you are also coming to the ancient monk cave in the East China Sea, right? The fat young man walked towards the antique shop, and as he spoke, he took a yellow key from his pocket.

The rock uncle who followed behind was none other than Xu Haibo, who was separated from Ye Feng at the airport for two days.

Originally, he was going to go to the auction house of Wanbao Pavilion to auction some self-defense weapons, but there were no defensive spiritual weapons for a whole night, which made him a little speechless, coupled with Ye Feng's sudden appearance and strong shot, it made him feel that his trip to the island country this time was a line of life and death.

Although I don't know how Ye Feng, who had just stepped into cultivation for a week, learned to suddenly become stronger, but close to a Qi Refining Stage Great Perfection cultivator who suddenly became worthy of the name would not be able to deal with the Heavenly Thunder Rat at all, even if he was added as a Jindan real person, he could only let the Heavenly Thunder Rat eat them and stuff their teeth.

So for the sake of his own life, Xu Haibo decided to bleed heavily, took out all his net worth and then went to the black market merchant to buy some self-defense treasures.

At this time, the fat young man standing in front of him who was using a key to open the lock was a black market businessman in the Xiuzhen realm in Xiamen, whose name was Liu Jinchuan.

Well, the middle-aged fat boss of the antique store more than ten years ago was also called Liu Jinchuan, but now he has broken through to the Jindan period, so the longevity has increased, resulting in a teenager whose appearance has also rejuvenated.

Although Xu Haibo was the former chief disciple of the Ten Thousand Beast Immortal Sect and was also a well-known Imperial Beast Heavenly King in the cultivation realm, he didn't dare to underestimate the honest black market merchant in front of him.

One is that his strongest spirit beast has not been released, and the other is that this Boss Liu, who is in the Jindan stage realm like him, gives him a feeling of extreme danger.

It seems that as soon as the other party makes a move, he will be distraught.

"If you dare to be a black market businessman, you must at least have a magic weapon on your body, which is really not to be taken lightly." Xu Haibo was secretly vigilant in his heart, after all, it was the first time he had come to buy things from a black market merchant.