In the antique store, the old man glanced at his clothes, and then at Luo Yang's disgusted expression, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This dirt bun, he doesn't know anything and dares to open an antique shop, but he still dares to look down on himself in a godly costume?

Ha, I'm afraid I won't scare him to death if I say it.

Upper body, the practice uniform of the ninth-level martial saint 300 years ago,

Lower body, 900 years ago, the exclusive leather skirt of the great sage Sun Xiaokong,

Hairspray, that is the best burial object in the tomb of the first emperor.

This rammed goods with eyes and no knowledge of gold and jade!

The old man scolded fiercely in his heart.

The expression on his face was indifferent, as if Luo Yang was not scolding him.

It's a pity that he is facing Luo Yang, a single-parent young man whose emotional intelligence is basically only maintained at the survival line.

So,

The spit on its own free and easy,

The artificiality of the fairy wind bones,

After matching the old man's god-level equipment,

became in Luo Yang's eyes,

Senile dementia...

Luo Yang's sympathetic gaze made the old man cough dryly:

"I said shopkeeper, open the door to do business, why are you still scolding?"

"Trading?" Luo Yang glanced at the other party's god costume intentionally or unintentionally, and said earnestly:

"Old man, wow, don't run around if you have a sick brain, go home and take more medicine, maybe you can be saved?"

As he spoke, he took out a few coppers from his pocket and handed them over, shook his head, and made a compassionate gesture:

"Dressed like this, there is no one at home to take care of it, it's pitiful~!"

"You, you, you ......" no matter how good the old man is, he is half angry, you have been for a long time, but you are holding back a dirty word:

"You know!"

After stroking his chest and gasping for a long time, he took a deep breath, and didn't pretend to be a gentleman, and said straight to the point:

"Boy, I'm here to buy something. ”

Seeing that Luo Yang was about to look at his baby god costume again, he hurriedly said:

"I've got money!"

As he spoke, he took out a money bag from his bosom and shook it, clanging loudly.

Luo Yang swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, smash it, smash it.

With a wipe of his hand, he changed to a stiff smile in an instant.

According to the appearance of Xiao Er on TV, he stepped forward and grabbed the old man's arm:

"Oh, where is this,

It's just that I don't have any money, so I have to invite you in for a cup of tea, haha~

Come on, please come in~"

As he spoke, he had already forced the old man to press him on the chair, and sat down on the side, but his hand was holding on to it and not letting go.

The old man also clutched hard, but he was holding the money bag,

Because Luo Yang's eyes have been staring like a wolf, the old man is afraid that he will rob the money...

After waiting for a long time, the old man didn't wait for the tea in Luo Yang's mouth, nor did he hear Luo Yang's greetings, and his arm was still grabbed by him.

Only then did it suddenly dawn that this kid was really a dirt bun who didn't know anything and only recognized money, so he had to introduce himself first:

"Little old man Huo Zheng, you can call me Huo Lao. ”

Seeing that the other side was dazed and didn't react, he smiled bitterly and said:

"The old man was going to the backstreet Guxiang Pavilion to choose a congratulatory gift for his friend's birthday.

Passing through here, I happened to see a utensil that Xiaoyou was playing with, and I was very happy, but I don't know what the price is?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a broken bottle on the shelf.

Luo Yang glanced back.

Hey, it's the 3,000 Holy Gilt Jade Extraction Bottle.

The old man's eyes rolled a few times.

Turning his head with a painful face, he said in a deep voice:

"Old man Huo, it's not that I'm reluctant, but this thing is too precious.

It is the heirloom of our Luo family, and it has been passed down to me for more than 8,000 generations......"

"Poof~" Huo Zheng squirted a mouthful of saliva on Luo Yang's face.

Still shameless?huh?

Do you want to be embarrassed?

The Holy Spirit has not lasted more than 2,000 years, and you have passed it on for 8,000 generations with a broken bottle?

......

seemed to feel Old Man Huo's resentment.

Luo Yang wiped the saliva on his face calmly, and after proving that he still wanted a face, he continued to say in a deep voice:

"From this, you can see how much this bottle means to me......"

“3000。 The old man is now gradually figuring out Luo Yang's pulse, just talk to him about money.

"Alas, it's not a question of money or not...... "Is this a matter of money!"

“4000。 Old man Huo had no waves.

"Eh, what are you doing, Lao Huo, I seem to be inferior to your three heads and five hundred. Luo Yang said embarrassedly.

It's not bad that you'll let go! It hurts to grab my hand.

Old man Huo had the desire to grab his hair again,

Holding his hand in the air, he suddenly thought of his precious hairspray, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He pushed his hand forward, stretched out his five fingers, and gestured to five: "5000!"

Luo Yang hesitated, and kept wanting to increase the price, but in fact, he was already happy in his heart:

Look!

Uncle Ben said that it is no different from selling pork, and that things from 3,000 are sold for 5,000, and the name of my little prince of pork is not blown!

But the old man next to him is something, that is an absolute human spirit.

As soon as he saw Luo Yang's expression, he knew that the price was enough, and hurriedly said:

"Almost, this bottle is worth this price at most, and I'm going to leave if it's higher. ”

"Deal!" Seeing that Luo Yang, who couldn't raise the price anymore, he readily agreed.

Next, it is natural to pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, and Luo Yang is not good at catching him again.

But the old man Huo was embarrassed to open the money bag at this time and poured it on the table.

There was a clatter, and the gold coins were stacked in a small pile on the table.

It looks like a lot, but it's definitely not a thousand.

Luo Yang frowned and raised his eyes to look at Huo Zheng:

"What is this?"

Old man Huo made a bitter face, spread his hands and said:

"As you can see, except for the nouveau riche, who will go out with a few thousand gold coins when they have nothing to do?

Well, here are 500 pieces, which is considered a deposit.

Allow me to go back and fetch the rest, and then pay for it. ”

Luo Yang glanced at Huo Zheng and nodded indispensably.

After a while, the deposit was paid, and the business did not run.

......

Old man Huo went back to get the money, and Luo Yang continued to count the inventory happily.

But another guest came in after knocking on the door.

It was a fat man, dressed exactly like Luo Yang.

The big gold ring with ten fingers, the big gold chain around the neck, and a set of blue robes with gold trim correspond to that sentence, the gold is brilliant...

As soon as the fat man entered the store, he went straight to the bottle of holy gilt jade extract on the counter.

However, this time Luo Yang was not as sluggish as his superiors, he had been thinking about his gold coins.

At the beginning, when I saw the local tyrant dressed as gold, I was still secretly happy in my heart, and finally a fat sheep came.

Unexpectedly, the other party came in and didn't look at anything else, but went directly to Old Man Huo's bottle.

My heart tightened, this is 5,000 gold coins.

If it is broken, Old Man Huo will ask me to pay for it, where can I get another one for him?

So, three steps turned into two steps, and by taking advantage of the distance, the bottle was taken the first step to get into use.

Then, with a wary face, he looked at the fat man.

The fat man didn't care so much at all, and when he saw what he wanted, someone dared to grab it.

The small eyes, which were barely visible by the flesh, became slightly larger, as if they were doing an angry look of raising eyebrows and staring:

"Do you dare to rob Lao Tzu's things, do you know who Young Master Ben is?"

Luo Yang: ......