In just one hour, a dazzling, stuffed armory was emptied and clean.

Because, I also felt that it was too troublesome to take it away one by one, so I moved away with the shelves.

Totally clean.

The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, leaving no traces.

So, after a certain owner who had time to steal, played chess, drank tea, and bragged, he entered the store through the back door, and saw this scene.

He said that he would sell all the weapons, but why didn't the shelves disappear?

Well?

This indoor square is really clean, there is a little dust or something, and there is really no clutter.

He had the illusion that he was not in the wrong place.

But the problem is, no!

Because, after wiping his eyes, he still clearly saw the counter next to him, and the paintings he hadn't finished in the morning were casually spread out on the table.

He almost swallowed, looked at the closed door, and then at the small, one-man back door.

He was drinking tea not far from his shop, and he didn't see anything being moved out, besides, if there was such a big battle, wouldn't there be anyone to watch the excitement?

But this neighbor, every one of them informed him?

What happened to this little boy? How do you get those bulky things upside down?

He doesn't look like a strong man, this little body can't help but be weak!

"Little Master Qi, my uh, where are those weapons?"

"Didn't you sell it to me? Of course I took it. ”

The boss looked behind him, and then at the water falling clock, it seems that it has only been nearly an hour, right?

So much, he, just moved away?

Alone?

How did you move it?

Ye Qingli looked at his curious eyes and said, "The old man wants to know?" ”

The boss nodded like pounded garlic, crisp and neat.

Ye Qingli smiled: "Trade secrets, you can't say it." ”

Boss: "...... "Then you still ask me?!

The boss was depressed, however, at the thought of that large sum of money, he was happy again.

Not to mention one noodle restaurant, now there are hundreds of noodle restaurants, and they are not under the painting.

The ancestor said that there was real gold hidden in the armory house, and he always thought that Shi Kuang was a person, and he hadn't earned a lot of money over the years.

Ancestors were indeed prophetic!

"Boss, now you can indeed open a noodle shop."

Because these weapons were emptied, the originally somewhat crowded space suddenly opened up.

It was at this time that Ye Qingli knew that this place was actually so big.

The boss was very happy and nodded again and again.

"The blessing of the little boy of Toqi, I thought that I would never have a chance to open a noodle restaurant in this life, but I didn't expect to meet a noble person in the year of the sixtieth year, catch up with Ming'er, let's decorate, and we will open the day after tomorrow!"

He has already begun to sketch out a blueprint for a better future noodle restaurant, which he has been thinking about for decades.

However, the ancestor said that the armory hall must be sold, and in the eyes of the boss, this is what it means to keep this for the rest of his life.

Because, first of all, this armory is too big, there are too many things, and it is old, and it is not popular at all in the country, and it is no problem for tourists to buy a handful or two as a souvenir.

However, the progress of selling goods in this way is too slow.

He originally estimated that his hair was gone, and he would not be able to wait for the day when the inventory would be emptied.

Unexpectedly, this weaker teenager "spoke wildly", and in one day, he raised a huge amount of money, and then he successfully changed hands on these weapons!

His noodle shop, totally promising, absolutely promising!

Ye Qingli looked at the old man holding his cheeks, supporting the table with his elbows, next to the half of the painting in front of the table, with a cheerful face, and knew what was going on.