This newly opened shop is located in the Lingxing Gate, and I knew that it was not an ordinary person's façade as soon as I looked at the location. Lingxing Gate belongs to the main palace gate in the three gates and six pillars, and is also called the Ninety-Five Supreme Gate. "Nine" is the pole number in the yang number, "five" is in the middle of the yang number, and "ninety-five" is the pole in the yang. In ancient times, the emperor was only qualified to enter through the main gate, and other civil servants and military generals could only walk through the side doors on both sides.

To be able to set up a store here, the owner must be an extremely well-connected person, and the relationship with the local government is probably only shallow.

Sure enough, across half the street, you can see the crowd outside the shop, and there are not a few onlookers, and none of them dare to come forward to find out. I squeezed in front of the door to take a look, and saw four Hongqi cars lined up in the square on both sides of the door. What year was it, when the eldest girl got married, she could wake up from a dream with a smile when she saw a Phoenix bicycle, let alone a car. Ordinary people are not allowed to equip their homes at all, so it's no wonder that no one on the lookers dared to step forward to join in the excitement.

The shop pù occupies an ancient house with three entrances and three exits, and there are three vigorous and powerful characters of "Yiyuan Zhai" hanging on the lintel, and there is an incomprehensible seal embellished among them, which may be the seal pressed by the inscription. This is supposed to be an antique shop, and I want to go in and have a look. turned around to greet Zhao Toad, but he didn't expect that this dead boy had run away. I thought he might have seen the car and was afraid to meet people in the government, so he ran away. It is normal for a speculator like him to be afraid of buying and selling, but later I learned that this dead boy understood the mystery in the seal and left me to run away.

As soon as I stepped into the hall, a thin bamboo pole in the shape of a secretary came by, and he looked at me without moving. He handed over a thin piece of rice paper and said, "Sir, please leave your name." ”

I was a little puzzled, I didn't hear that I had to leave a note when visiting a store, but since there are rules in the store, I, an uninvited customer, didn't have much to say, so I had to write down my name. The bamboo pole took my words and read them for a long time, then walked to the door of the hall and said to the outsiders: "Today's quota is full, if you are interested, please be early tomorrow." After speaking, he pushed the wooden door, bolted the door from the inside, turned his head and said to me with an expressionless face: "Mr. Hu, please from the inner hall." ”

The bamboo pole led me to turn left and right, and there was no sound under my feet, and several times, I thought he was flying against the ground. When he looked at the inner hall as he said, there were already more than a dozen middle-aged men sitting inside, and there were a few masters, just by Tuna, he knew that they were craftsmen who ran around the rivers and lakes all year round. I had only taken half a step in, and they all looked at me in unison. I smiled at everyone as I walked inside, and when they saw that I was just an insignificant hairy boy, they didn't pay much attention to it, and they turned their heads away.

Seeing that no one wanted to talk to me, I chose a corner where no one was paying attention and sat down. The bamboo pole was a very competent secretary, poured tea and water for the people present, and finally slowly took out a simple and unpretentious wooden box from behind the screen and said, "Everyone, please look." ”

It's too late, it's too soon. The moment he opened the box, all the lights in the room went out. Before I could blink, a few people had already stood up first. I saw a bull's-eye-sized amber lying in the wooden box, shining in the darkness. I said in my heart that I was bored, and I did it for a long time, and I only took out such a cat eye to fool everyone. It seems that the shopkeeper is just a charlatan with a false name.

The guests in the hall seemed to feel the same way as me, and there was a look of disdain in their eyes. Among them, there was a bearded man closest to me, he had a black square face, and slapped his palm on the sandalwood table: "What does the old ghost surnamed Sang mean, dare to fool Lao Tzu with this kind of inferior goods!" ”

I was closest to him, and I sat down at the same table, so I persuaded him, "This uncle, why should you be angry?" Doing business pays attention to buying and selling, and you can't hurt your peace for this little thing. Originally, I was kind enough to persuade him, but I didn't expect that the bearded man was not big and his temper was not small, so he pointed at me and scolded: "Which onion are you kid, dare to argue with grandpa?" ”

As soon as I saw his arrogance of the Southern Batian, he was angry, and millions of serfs turned over and became masters, and you still wanted to force the three mountains to oppress Lao Tzu, so you immediately rolled up your sleeves and made your position clear: "We insist on peace and oppose war." But if imperialism must wage war, we will not be afraid. Our attitude towards this issue is the same as our attitude towards a 'chaotic child': first, opposition, and second, not fear. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the bearded man swept at me with an iron palm, and I was young and strong enough to meet him with a palm and frustrate his spirit. I didn't expect this person to have a hidden weapon between his palms.

I saw a whole row of fine needles rushing to the face, I really didn't dare to pick up, a cat waist, wanted to take the opportunity to hit the beard into the sky, I didn't expect him to move faster than me, the left hand from the waist and a row of fine needles, I couldn't control the figure, and I was about to throw myself into a net to pierce my face full of numbness. I can't imagine that I, Hu Bayi, have been wise and martial all my life, and today I will be planted in the hands of a guy who has never even read "Mao Xuan". Knowing this, it was better to take a turn of heart and go to the United States with Shirley Young. **Isn't it always telling us that most of the successful Chinese are risk-taking people, who are afraid of wolves and tigers, and are only looking for simple jobs to do, so when can they rush out? Why didn't I listen to the teachings of ** earlier?

Just as I was vowing to be a good guard for Shirley for the rest of my life, I suddenly felt dizzy and beaten in the back as if someone had beaten her with a burning stick. By the time he came back to his senses, the beard had fallen to one side and lost consciousness.

Before I could figure out what was going on, the bamboo pole had been moved to the side of the screen, and he was sweating on his forehead, and he hunched his waist and said very respectfully, "I have alarmed your old man." ”

All eyes were on the screen.

A handsome silver-haired old man paced out from behind the screen with the help of a bamboo pole, his neck raised high, and he didn't pay any attention to what was there.