The so-called "antique shop", in this era, in addition to the serious antique business, often also has a similar business of pawnshop.

Whatever you're trying to sell, they'll be willing to pay for anything that looks worthy—just up to a third of the appraised value, of course.

As for how did this thing come from? mountain, underground, water, natural, man-made...... It doesn't matter.

We can also make it clearer, they are selling stolen goods, and they are especially professional!

This kind of store naturally doesn't care about the origin of the person selling things, but rather that the origin is unknown, it is actually the best, and you can take the opportunity to reduce the price.

Pan Long took out two large gold bars, and the owner of the antique shop first checked them to make sure that they were not antiques, then cut them to make sure that there were no fillings, and finally determined that they were more than ninety percent pure gold by weighing and scratching, so he paid according to the weight.

"The Royal Mint has set a rule that ninety per ounce of gold is worth £3 and £17 shillings and ten pence, and your gold is of greater purity, and after deducting the processing fee, I will count you £4 and 4 shillings per ounce. He said, "Your two bars add up to 21.3 ounces, which is 89 pounds and 12 shillings." ”

Pan Long was slightly stunned, although he didn't know how many pounds, shillings, pennies and even ounces in this world were, but from what the boss said, it seemed that the price was not lowered.

Those numbers may seem jubberish, but just by converting them into the two main units of measurement, the ounce and the pound, you can see that there is a big difference.

He's not the kind of guy who "does anything except math when he's forced to do it", 4 pounds an ounce, 21.3 ounces is a little more than 85 pounds, plus fractions, isn't that more than 89 pounds?

This is not in line with the general practice of "private acquisitions", is it?

Then he realized that this was Mr. Ielloh's face.

I was brought by Mr. Iro, and the owner of the antique shop was giving Mr. Iroh face, so he gave himself a preferential purchase price that could almost be regarded as the official price.

Of course, even if it is acquired at this price, the antique store will still make money, but I believe that the profit is not high.

For profiteers who are accustomed to buying low and selling high, this face can be really not small!

He nodded, smiled, thanked his boss, and took the thick stack of bills from his boss.

There are 89 bills per pound and 12 shillings per shilling, and they are as thick as a small brick in your hand.

(Isn't there a 10 pound or even 50 pound note?the maximum denomination is only one pound...... ）

He muttered to himself, feeling that it was really troublesome.

But then he noticed that the guy at the antique shop was looking at the thick stack of bills, and his eyes were shining.

Even as soon as he left the antique shop, Mr. Iroh asked, "Do you want to go to the bank?" ”

Obviously, the value of this stack of coins is definitely not a joke, and it is likely to be equivalent to the situation in the previous life where 100,000 federal dollars were withdrawn directly from the bank counter and a large bag was drawn......

Soon, Pan Long understood the value of such a stack of money.

Because he refused to go to the bank, Mr. Iroh took him to the clothing store first.

Two sets of men's ready-to-wear – inside and out, basically new, professionally washed and ironed, ready to change in no time, especially two outerwear that are so exquisitely made that you can tell at first glance that they are not cheap - exactly a pound.

Then it was to rent a house, and Mr. Iello asked him where he wanted to live. And he can be said to be blind to London - in all his past and present lives, he has only seen London from space - oh, and has visited London in a few action games, but it is obviously a scaled-down version.

"Is there a house to rent near Moran's bookstore?" he asked.

Mr. Iroh hesitated, nodded, led him back down the street from the bookstore, and knocked on the door of an apartment.

The owners of the apartment, a middle-aged couple, had a little talk with them, and they agreed to rent a room on the second floor for two pounds a month, and if a pound was added, they could have three meals with them.

Pan Long did not hesitate to give them £36.

"Let's rent it for a year first, and if I leave in the middle, I don't have to return the money. "Just keep the room for me until the rent is due." ”

Such a bold approach surprised the middle-aged couple, probably because they had never seen someone who paid so happily.

The room is also fully furnished, with a bed, a table and chairs, and a bookshelf. The shelves were mostly empty, with only two Knights.

"This is my son's previous room. Mr. Haiwen, the landlord, said, "He got married the year before last, bought his own house, moved out, and has been empty. ”

It can be seen that this room is very neatly tied, and the couple should have been very careful to maintain this room, so that their son can have a place to live when he comes home occasionally.

"What about your son......"

"He also has children now, and even if he comes back occasionally, this room can't accommodate a family of three. Mr. Haven laughed and said, "It's just that we're going to tidy up this room habitually, just like we used to ......."

His voice was a little lower, a little sad.

Pan Long couldn't help but sigh.

He could understand the feeling.

In his previous life, he was also a person who gave birth to children, and when the children were older, he started a family by himself. It's like a fledgling with stiff wings and flying away from the nest. But his parents couldn't help but maintain the room he had lived in since he was a child, and tried to maintain everything in the room as it was when he lived here.

Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I will subconsciously go to that room to see if the child has kicked the quilt......

When the child had just gotten married, the wife got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet more than once, and then secretly cried.

Thinking of this, his mood was a little melancholy.

Everything in the previous life has passed. He had a good life, and although he didn't achieve much, at least he didn't let anyone down.

Parents, wives, children...... He asked himself, they were all worthy of them.

At the end of the day, it's not bad, right?

(Alas!It would be nice to be able to replace the crossing with a rebirth!)

He couldn't help but think again.

He's not the kind of person who struggles with "who am I", but instead of working hard again in a world of ignorance, he would rather go back to the familiar world that he has lived for more than a hundred years.

But he thought about it again, and he probably could live a long, long time in this life, thousands of years. In comparison, what is there to be nostalgic for more than 100 years in the previous life?

I didn't have a bad life in my previous life, and I don't have any huge regrets to make up, what's wrong with riding the wind and waves in this world?

In the final analysis, whether it is rebirth or crossing, it is a matter of small probability that it can no longer be a small probability, and it is already unimaginable good luck to bump into it once. If you want to pursue better, you are too greedy!

Thinking of this, he was in a better mood, and said with a smile: "The furnishings of this room are indeed very suitable, and I probably won't change it." ”

After saying this, he noticed that Mr. Haven breathed a sigh of relief very lightly.

After looking at the room, Mr. Haven took him around the rest of the room, mainly the kitchen, the toilet, the bathroom, and so on.

"The bathrooms are separate. Mr. Haven said, "If you want to take a bath, just talk to us." There is a gas water heater in the house, and as long as you wait ten minutes, there will be hot water available. It's the same with drinking water. ”

Pan Long nodded, went to see the hot water faucet that could automatically boil water, and tried to operate it, and it was not much different from what he was familiar with in his previous life.

Everything was settled, and Mr. Haven gave him two keys, one for the door and the other for the bedroom.

"You can change the locks in the bedroom, but let us know in advance. "We'll find a locksmith to take the original lock apart and replace it with what you want." ”

"No need. Pan Long smiled and said, "It's good now." ”

He really doesn't care, there are many inns in Daxia that don't have such a thing as a "room key" at all, and he has lived so many times when he was in the rivers and lakes, and he has never had any problems.

What's more, in the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, he would not encounter danger in the real sense at all.

If you die in this world, everything on your body will be blown up and lost in this world. Not to mention that it is possible to find it back, even if he can't find it, his really precious things are basically stored in the "Imitation Classic of Mountains and Seas" that are fused into his body, and that thing has long been installed on the inventory by him, and he is not afraid of losing it at all.

Accepting the key and bidding farewell to the Havens, he followed Ielo back to Moran's bookstore.

When I entered the bookstore, the clock struck exactly half past ten.

In addition to Miss Moran, there was another person in the bookstore.

The man was about thirty years old, of medium stature, with good facial features, and a feeling of "awe-inspiring righteousness" between his eyebrows, and he knew at a glance that he was a decent person.

He wears a trench coat that is common on the street, with a waistcoat lining inside, which looks good for movement. There is also a gentleman's cane commonly known as the "civilized stick" next to him, and I think this thing should be more than just an ornament.

Of particular note are the glasses he is wearing. At first glance, it looked like a pair of short-sighted glasses, but Pan Long noticed that there seemed to be a wonderful light flowing through the glasses, which should be something strange.

"Let me introduce you to you. "This is Mr. Pan, a traveler from the East, who came to London by chance because he was wandering with the Invisible Arts, and planned to stay here for a while. ”

Then she turned to Pan Long and introduced him to another person: "This is Mr. Norman, a lecturer at Clayton University. Like you and me, we're both researchers of the invisible arts. ”

"I'm not really interested in the Invisible Arts. Mr. Norman spoke, "I am interested in the search for the truth of history. ”

"History?" Pan Long smiled, "Which history?"

Mr. Norman's eyes lit up: "Does Mr. Pan also have any research on 'Zhushi'?"

"Among the researchers of the invisible arts, many people are aware of the existence of 'Zhushi'. Miss Moran smiled and said, "The history of the past, because certain events may have different outcomes, has derived different branches. What we live in is the branch in front of us. But other branches also existed, and the study of those branches of learning was called 'Zhushi'—which Eastern scholars seem to call 'Zhutian' or 'Xiaoqian'. It's the same thing anyway. ”

Pan Long nodded slightly, understanding what they were talking about.

Isn't that the "parallel world" that I've seen twice!

But he still couldn't help but wonder a little - he had been in this world for most of the day, but he didn't even know what kind of game this world was!

Whether it was Miss Moran, or Mr. Norman, or Mr. Stone, or Mr. and Mrs. Elllo, or Mr. and Mrs. Haven, or even the owner and clerk of that antique shop...... He didn't remember any of these people's faces.

He can say with certainty that he has never seen these people!

Not only had I never seen these people, nor had I seen such a London.

What exactly is this game?

Did you really play such a game in your previous life?

The three of them chatted for a while, and in the course of the chat, Pan Long learned that Mr. Norman, Miss Moran, and even the two clerks, Stone and Iro, belonged to an organization called the "Society for the Study of History".

This "History Research Society" is a small organization composed of several people who study the art of intangible art and pursue the truth of history, with Moran Bookstore as the main activity site.

They meet every week, but generally not everyone gathers. As I do now, I always visit Moran Bookstore separately to exchange my research experience.

Or maybe they actually had regular gatherings, but their relationship with each other was not good enough, and they didn't tell Pan Long about it.

Pan Long is very clear about the truth of "talking about the truth", of course he will not ask these questions. But he was always curious, why this group of people made it mysterious?

To study history, you should not break the law...... Right?

Miss Moran and Mr. Norman talked for a while, and when the clock struck eleven, Mr. Norman arose to take his leave.

"It's time for me to go. He said, "See you next week." ”

"See you next week. Miss Moran nodded, "Be careful with the Anti-Suppression Bureau, they have had a few powerful characters recently." ”

"No matter how good a detective is, what does it matter to me, a college lecturer who keeps to himself?" said Mr. Norman with a smile.

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Pan Long is very clear about the truth of "talking about the truth", of course he will not ask these questions. But he was always curious, why this group of people made it mysterious?

To study history, you should not break the law...... Right?

Miss Moran and Mr. Norman talked for a while, and when the clock struck eleven, Mr. Norman arose to take his leave.

"It's time for me to go. He said, "See you next week." ”

"See you next week. Miss Moran nodded, "Be careful with the Anti-Suppression Bureau, they have had a few powerful characters recently." ”

"No matter how good a detective is, what does it matter to me, a college lecturer who keeps to himself?" said Mr. Norman with a smile.