Ma Ran didn't witness it with his own eyes, but Zhuo Qingcha hurriedly called Chixia to say that the matter was still in Zhang Wenzhong's expectations. However, he didn't expect that after listening to Zhuo Qinglian's report, Daoist Chixia would be so shocked and out of shape, and he actually missed again and broke the new mobile phone that had not been replaced for a long time. Look at this situation, Chixia Daoist will have to order a sturdy and fall-resistant mobile phone in the future, otherwise, it will be too troublesome to change the mobile phone every once in a while.

Not long after Zhuo Qinglian left, doctors and nurses from the campus hospital came to work. Because of Zhang Wenzhong's example, the doctors and nurses in the university hospital are now accustomed to coming to work ten or twenty minutes in advance. The things that used to be a little close to work, or even ten or twenty minutes late, have long since become memories and become a thing of the past.

Because the winter vacation is approaching, the students of Yongcheng University are busy preparing for the final exams, and the number of people who come to the campus hospital for treatment is obviously much lower than in the previous days. Zhang Wenzhong also took this opportunity to lecture to Su Xiaomei and the graduate students in his consultation room. Some doctors and nurses who had no patients for the time being also gathered around and stood inside and outside the consultation room to observe. All the faces revealed were tireless and serious expressions.

The lecture in the on-campus hospital was held until noon.

After Zhang Wenzhong handed over the matter of cleaning up the consultation table and consultation room to Su Xiaomei and the graduate students, he walked out of the consultation room and planned to go home for dinner. However, just as he walked to the lobby of the hospital on campus, he heard several doctors in front of him discussing going to Yongcheng West Street on the weekend. Vaguely between. I heard them mention the words "bet", "millions", and so on.

Zhang Wenzhong frowned slightly, and muttered to himself: "These guys, don't you be tricked into going to an underground casino or something?" After a change of heart, he focused on these doctors, and the conversation that was originally heard by Yi Xian suddenly became louder.

After hearing this, Zhang Wenzhong completely understood, and he was also relieved. These doctors were not deceived into gambling in places like underground casinos, but were discussing an incident that happened on Yongcheng West Street a few days ago that caused a sensation in Yongcheng City. It turned out that just a few days ago, a person spent 3,000 yuan to buy a piece of jadeite rough in the antique street of Yongcheng West Street, but as a result, his value suddenly increased by more than 300 times, and he really made money. These doctors, because they heard about this, planned to meet on the weekend to go to Yongcheng West Street together. Gambling on stones is still secondary, the key is to want to join in the fun, and get a little bit of residual luck.

"Gambling on the stone ,,?" Zhang Wenzhong shook his head, he didn't have much interest in jadeite, although this thing could be made into low-grade talismans or magic weapons, but the amount of spiritual materials he had now was already a lot, and there was no need to waste time on jadeite.

However, after a few minutes, Zhang Wenzhong suddenly changed his mind and planned to take advantage of this little break at noon to go to Yongcheng West Street to have a look. The reason why he made such a decision was not that he suddenly became interested in jadeite, but that he remembered the piece of heaven-level sixth-grade spiritual material Jade Soul that he had just obtained!

Zhang Wenzhong muttered to himself: "Anyway, it's useless to be idle at noon, so I just go to Yongcheng West Street for a stroll." I don't expect to be able to encounter a heaven-level six-grade jade soul, if I can meet a fifth- or sixth-grade jade soul at the ground level, it will be okay. After all. A spiritual material like the Emerald Soul is quite good for refining magic weapons,"

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenzhong no longer hesitated, and after walking out of Yongcheng University, he drove towards Yongcheng West Street.

On the way from Yongcheng University to Yongcheng West Street, he had to pass through the Huahang District where he had rented before, so he simply went to Wang Bo's home-cooked restaurant for lunch.

Zhang Wenzhong's arrival made Uncle Wang and his family extremely happy, and they hurriedly led him to the poison seat that had been reserved for him, and Uncle Wang used all his strength to rectify a table of good dishes for him.

Because in the last charity dinner, Wang Bo sat next to the prime minister, and after such a scene was spread by TV news and newspaper networks, Wang Bo, who was already famous, became completely popular. Many guests who have never been here before also come to visit. And Uncle Wang's cooking skills did not disappoint them, sighing "delicious, in addition to that, they have also become repeat customers of Uncle Wang's home-cooked restaurant."

Therefore, the current business of Uncle Wang's home-cooked restaurant is even more popular than before, which also makes Uncle Wang have a plan to further expand the scale of the restaurant.

After eating, Zhang Wenzhong said goodbye to Uncle Wang and his wife, and prepared to go to Yongcheng West Street. However, as soon as he walked out of the home-cooked restaurant, Uncle Wang hurriedly chased him out, pulled him and said, "Xiao Zhang, don't be in a hurry to leave."

Zhang Wenzhong asked puzzledly: "What do you want a bank account for?"

"I'll pay you." Uncle Wang said: "I have always saved the money you should get every month. I've saved a lot of it now. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is approaching, I have to send you this money before the end of the year, I don't want to take the account for the New Year

Zhang Wenzhong wanted to refuse, but Uncle Wang's attitude this time was quite resolute, and he had to ask Zhang Wenzhong to give him a bank account. In desperation, Zhang Wenzhong could only give him a bank account in the end. However, this account is not Zhang Wenzhong's, but the charitable foundation under the medical foundation he founded.

Leaving Wang Bo's home-cooked restaurant, Zhang Wenzhong drove for another half an hour before arriving at Yongcheng West Street. After parking the car in the parking lot. Zhang Wenzhong walked into Yongcheng West Street, known as "antique street".

Although it was noon, there were still a lot of people walking around Yongcheng West Street. Among them, many people are coming for gambling stones. The previous example of 3,000 yuan turning into a million has aroused the interest and enthusiasm of many Yongcheng citizens in gambling stones. Of course, most of these people don't know about jadeite rough stones, and they just want to try their luck. Their mentality is not much different from buying lottery tickets. It's just that this gambling stone is undoubtedly more exciting than buying a lottery ticket.

Since there is a demand, then there is a market.

Originally, in Yongcheng West Street, the number of jadeite rough stones was not much, but in the past few days, the jadeite rough stones have suddenly increased like bamboo shoots after rain. Not only are there many vendors selling jadeite rough on the streets, but also jadeite rough stones are also put up for sale in various antique shops. There is a feeling that if you don't want to sell jadeite rough, you are embarrassed to say hello to people.

Of course, whether these jadeite rough stones are real or fake, good or bad, then only people who really know how to do it can see one or two. For ordinary people, it's just a gamble of luck. Although ordinary people can't tell the authenticity of these jadeite rough stones, Zhang Wenzhong can sense them with spiritual power. However, what disappointed him was that he walked through the West Street of Yongcheng, except for a few pieces of jadeite rough stones that were not of good material. I didn't see any rough stones with good jadeite. As for the rough stone that contains the soul of jade, it goes without saying.

Taking out his mobile phone and looking at the time, Zhang Wenzhong shook his head and said to himself: "It seems that spiritual materials are not said to be able to meet them. That's it, it's almost now, I'm going back to work at the campus hospital He turned around and walked towards the exit he came from.

Just as Zhang Wenzhong was about to walk out of Yongcheng West Street, a middle-aged man with a tired face pushed a dilapidated old-fashioned bicycle into Yongcheng West Street, found a vacant space on the side of the street, carefully put the schoolbag on his back on the ground, took out a roll of plastic cloth and spread it on the ground, and then took out a bronze mirror with a simple shape.

After carefully wiping it, it was placed on a plastic sheet.

Zhang Wenzhong, who was about to leave, couldn't help but stop after seeing this quaint bronze mirror, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he muttered in his heart: "Hey, this mirror is a little weird."

That is, when the middle-aged man had just taken out the bronze mirror and put it away, the antique vendors around him suddenly became nervous, and several of them said to the people around him with a smile: "Haha, he really came today." Give money, give money, and a few of you lose

The other antique dealers took out the money from their pockets with a painful face, and still said angrily to the middle-aged man who had just arrived: "I said that you are a brainless person? The masters have already said that this bronze mirror of yours is a fake, and it is not an antique at all. The masters of the people are the authoritative figures on our Yongcheng West Street, and they all say that your bronze mirror is fake, and who else would be stupid enough to buy it? You, even if you set up a stall here every day until the end of the world, you don't want to sell this bronze mirror! According to me, you really want to slander people. Or go somewhere else

The middle-aged man said without raising his head, "This bronze mirror is a treasure handed down from my family, and my ancestors will never lie to me, so this time it was Master Qi who looked away."

"Hey, it's just that you sell fakes, and you actually slander the masters. The antique dealer who spoke before obviously had a good relationship with the masters, and said with a sneer, "Well, I don't bother to argue with you." I'd like to see if this bronze mirror of yours can be sold. But, in my opinion, no one will want to buy you as a fake antique unless you're a big fool!"

I wish you all a good first day of the new year, have you gone to burn incense at 0:00 today?