Japanese.

Fu Chen understood why he felt a little strange just now, Mr. Gu Long's tone was very strange when he spoke Mandarin just now, and he thought that this person was speaking with a local dialect, it turned out to be a Japanese dialect, no wonder.

It's just that thinking about this, Fu Chen's feeling is even weirder. He killed more than a dozen Kwantung Army devils before he got the command knife back, but the Japanese named Masao Hase, who was on the other side, bowed solemnly to him and was ready to buy it. What kind of trouble is this, bullying the ancestors and then bullying the grandchildren?

"Oh, Mr. Hase, this is to think that the command knife is real, and there is no doubt that it is Hideo Egawa of the Kwantung Army?" Fu Chen noticed this and asked.

"I don't know much about katana, it feels like it's real, so I want to buy it and take it back home." Masao Hasei smiled and answered Fu Chen's question very sincerely, seemingly just curious about the katana.

This grandson is really treacherous, Fu Chen has a plan in his heart, thinks for a while, and says slowly: "This command knife was handed down by my great-grandfather. He was fortunate enough to be a soldier of the Anti-Japanese Union and fought against the Kwantung Army in the northeast, which was his trophy. Now I have to give it a shot, but I want to give it to a real warrior, I don't want it to be brought to Japan, and I don't want it to be enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine. ”

"Trust me, I'm not biased against you in any way." Fu Chen was very sincere and said to Masao Hase.

I have to say that the pattern of people determines the height, although Fu Chen is now just a freelancer who has no job and is precarious, he has a space-time hunting system, and he already has enough capital to face a rich person like Masao Hase, and he has the confidence to face him, and he doesn't breathe when he tells lies, just like the real thing.

Masao Hasei seemed to be taken aback by his words.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Fu Chen smiled apologetically, then walked to the bathroom, directly took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, opened Brother Hei's number and called the phone directly, and it didn't take long for the call to be connected.

"Hello? Brother Hei, I'm Lao Bai. I'm in the café right now, in the reception room on the second floor. The person who came here is a Japanese named Masao Hase. Oh, no, it's not that person, who is that? What the? He's already here? How I didn't see it! ”

Hanging up the phone, Fu Chen was a little depressed, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he saw that there was one more person in the reception room, and that person and Masao Hase's eyes were staring at each other, and their eyes seemed to be fighting, and there were sparks bursting out. The man looked like twenty-eight or nine, with a mustache on his chin, and was casually lying on the couch in casual clothes.

"Hello, you are Mr. Zheng Zhi." Fu Chen walked over and asked.

"Hello, hello!" Brother Mustache stood up and took the initiative to shake hands with Fu Chen, and said slightly apologetically: "I am Zheng Zhi." I'm sorry, Nagatani is my friend, and I was just dragged by this grandson looking for someone, but I didn't expect to rob someone. I just said why there was no one downstairs, it turned out that this grandson was taken to the second floor. You can do it, grandson. ”

In the last sentence, Zheng Zhi said to Masao Hase. Masao Hasei smiled, not the slightest shame at being exposed.

Fu Chen smiled and waved his hand to show that he didn't care, seeing that they had a good relationship, it was a little strange. It's rare to see such a good relationship between Japanese and Chinese.

He saw the two of them look at the command knife, suppressed the cranky thoughts in his heart, and said, "It's okay." I was a little sorry just now, this katana is a trophy of the War of Resistance Against Japan, if it is really taken by the Japanese, how can I be worthy of those martyrs who sacrificed. ”

Zheng Zhi's eyes froze, but he heard the meaning of Fu Chen's words, Fu Chen didn't want to sell the katana to a Japanese.

It's an interesting person, smiled, Zheng Zhi stared at Fu Chen and slowly spoke: "Since ancient times, the sword is a hero, I bought this sword to give it to the elders in the army as a congratulatory gift, I don't know Changgu, who are you going to take it back and give it to?" At the end of the words, he looked directly at Masao Hase.

"Huh." Masao Hasei smiled a little stiffly, thought for a moment and said, "I am not giving it to a certain elder, but I am going to donate it to the Tokyo National Museum for military history experts in our country to study and contribute to Japan-China friendship." ”

Fu Chen watched the two of them compete against each other, and felt very interesting. Zheng Zhi's reason gave him a lot of points, at least Fu Chen didn't resent a certain PLA officer becoming the owner of this katana. And Masao Hase's words are very interesting, it seems that the public is selfless, but it is still for his own selfishness.

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you Changgu anymore, the one with the highest price will get it." Zheng Zhi smiled and made a final decision.

Looking at their posture of opening their mouths to bid, Fu Chen felt like an auctioneer, did this start? Before he could confirm the authenticity of the katana, he tentatively asked, "Are you sure you want to take this katana?" True or not? ”

"No need to identify, it's true." Zheng Zhi's eyes fell on the knife on the coffee table, his eyes were soft, and he already regarded the knife as a bag.

"Of course." Masao Hase, too, nodded without showing weakness.

"Let's get started." Fu Chen nodded, sat upright, and said, "Mr. Changgu offered a price of 100,000 RMB. ”

"I'll drive 200,000." Looking at Masao Hase, Zheng Zhi asked for the price expressionlessly.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand." Masao Hasei immediately followed up with the markup.

"Three hundred thousand."

"Four hundred thousand."

"Five hundred thousand."

"A million." Looking at Zheng Zhi with wide eyes, Masao Hasei lightly doubled the number.

"One and a half million." Zheng Zhi did not hesitate to follow.

Glaring at Zheng Zhi hatefully, Masao Hasei gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Okay, you won." After speaking, he immediately changed his expression, looked at Zheng Zhi and said with a grin: "When I saw you coming, I knew that I couldn't take the katana." But to be able to raise the price so high that you bleed profusely once, I am also satisfied. ”

With that, Masao Hasei walked away triumphantly.

This dramatic scene stunned Fu Chen, it turned out that the little devil had been acting for a long time. It seems that no one is a fool, and the little devil is also very shrewd, now it's up to Zheng Zhi to see if he will regret paying such a high price. With a long sigh of relief, Fu Chen looked at Zheng Zhi and said, "Mr. Zheng Zhi, I actually don't want to sell it to a little devil, you don't have to take it seriously for 1.2 million, you ......"

One million and two million, when Fu Chen said this, his heart was dripping blood. When he was still struggling for a job with a monthly salary of 4K, others exported 1200K, a 300-fold gap. Once Zheng Zhi borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, wouldn't he move a stone to hit himself in the foot, and he would suffer for himself.

"No, you don't." Zheng Zhi picked up the katana, directly interrupted Fu Chen's follow-up words, rubbed his fingers against the blade, and said, "One and two hundred thousand is not much, the price is too low, and I can't take it as a congratulatory gift." Plus, you're a friend of Blackboy, and things are worth the price, needless to say. ”

Zheng Zhi looked at Fu Chen, put down the knife and spoke again, "Give me the bank account number, and I'll transfer money to you." ”

This is pretending, he is speechless, it is really the second generation. Silently took out the bank card, and Fu Chen handed it over.

Zheng Zhi realized that he was too pretending, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "In recent years, in major auctions, the command knives of the Japanese army in World War II have appeared only a handful. There are only a few official knives left in the country, and they are all pressed to the bottom of the box by the old men. The most common thing that appeared at auction was the adjutant knife, but it had been several years since it last appeared, and it was almost more than 200,000 transactions. ”

Pointing to the katana, Zheng Zhi said: "Your sword is 1.2 million, but it's really not expensive." ”

"Then I'm not asking for a low price." Fu Chen smiled bitterly, and with a ding dong, the SMS prompt of the bank's arrival became less pleasant at this moment.

"Haha!" Zheng Zhi laughed heartily, obviously happy. Picked up the brush and wrote down a phone number, handed the note to Fu Chen, and said, "There are good things to find me in the future, some I may not be interested in, but I can introduce a few friends to you, this is my phone number." ”

“OK！”

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