Otherworldly Merchant

Since that time, there have been no similar psychotic events, such as snow being a great thank you to me, in the neighbourhood where it is located.

The only regret is that Rusheng and Li Mazi were not matched.

I thought the two people's open-water marriage was over. Who knew that one day Yin Xinyue suddenly told me that Li Mazi and Ruxue were tangled together again.

I wonder, just the two of us having a quarrel, how can we get together?

Now ask Yin Xinyue what's going on, but Yin Xinyue smiles and says, "You can see for yourself later, Li Mazi will be here soon."

If not, Li Mazi arrived soon after, and Li Mazi followed her like snow. If Snow had a little book and pen in his hand, it seemed like he was remembering something, and almost none of them hit the door frame.

Yoon Xinyue and I looked at each other and smiled. The two of them did have a point of view.

Li Mazi said with impatience: “Yoon Xinyue, can you get this man away from me? Are you bored with me? Like an asshole all day, it's not easy to go to the bathroom. What the fuck is that? ”

Yoon Xinyue smiled without saying a word, just staring at Yu Xuedao: “Yu Xueyue, how's your script? ”

“Alas, I almost felt it. By the way, Asako, you said you planted so many peach trees for Chu Chu, would Chu Chu know? ”

“How do I know if she knows? You've been asking me that all day. Isn't that funny? I'm not an encyclopedia, and sooner or later I'm gonna get bored with you. Yoon Xinyue, hurry up and blow her away.” Li Mazi said in tears.

I just realized that after Rusheng heard the love story of Li Mazi, his love for the two was admirable. It happened that Rusheng was now writing a script of "The Ghosts Are Not Over". Therefore, Li Mazi was haunted every day to find inspiration, giving Li Mazi a half-death of anger, but he couldn't shake it anyway.

Watching Li Mazi jump like Ray, and Ruxue's authentic book, I suddenly think the two of them are playing again. Isn't this typical rejoicing wrongdoer?

While we were enjoying this‘ melting ', the antique shop door was suddenly pushed open, and a skinny, untouched man walked in.

His first impression was not that he was skinny, but that he smelled like smoke all over his body.

He had deep eyes and yellow teeth, and I watched his fingertips deliberately. Yellow had a little ash, and it seemed like a big smoker.

All of us calmed down and stared at him with a burning eye: "What is it? ”

“Who's the boss?” His voice was a little faint, he asked.

“I am.” I said.

“Oh.” He looked up at me and smiled awkwardly: “No... it's okay, I found the wrong place. ”

After that, he panicked and ran out of the store.

I looked at his back somehow, a little strange.

There's nothing wrong with this guy, right? How could my antique shop find the wrong place in the most remote part of the street?

We didn't care about him. We just bought some deli food, had a simple meal with everyone, and sent Yoon Xinyue and others away.

I was about to pack my bowls and chopsticks, but the antique store door was pushed open again, and I immediately looked over and found out it was that big smoker again!

“Boss, hello.” His thief's eyebrows looked around for a while, and after confirming that no one was there, he greeted me with a low voice.

I frowned: “What is it that you want from me? ”

“I was just wondering, do you take antiques here?” The big smoker said.

Naturally, I don't take antiques in general. I collect shady things. I'm not good at ordinary antiques. It's not easy to handle. Besides, I can't compare the money I earn to shady things.

“It depends on what antiques.” I said.

He said carefully, "This is my baby! ”

“Oh, really?” Here I come. Interest: “Can I see it? ”

“This… Forget it, I'll think about it.” He sighed, then turned around and walked out of the store.

Watching him go away, I was dumb for a while. Is this guy fucking sick? Why come to me if you don't want to handle it?

I also ignored him and kept opening the door for business.

Who knows, the next night just opened, this guy came again, this time he had one more thing on his back, it was a very old rag baggage, it should contain the baby in his mouth.

“Again?” I didn't take a hard look at him: “What can I do for you today? ”

“You're the one who collects the unseen, I know. You don't have to hide it from me.” He said.

I am a little speechless, I open the door bright and big to do business, even if it is a shady trade, it belongs to the third class, I have never hidden anyone. Why can't I see it in his mouth?

“If you need anything, just go.” I waved a little angry.

“Oh, I just wanted to ask you, how much is a thing like that worth?” The big smoker asked.

“It depends on what.” I said, "Can gold and scrap iron have a price? ”

“How much is this thing worth?” He suddenly carried his baggage and went straight into the house without any courtesy.

I shook my head and laughed so hard that if this guy showed me a piece of junk, I would beat him up for sure.

The smoker held the rag bag tightly in his arms and snuck a glance at my room: "Is there anyone else here? ”

I was curious to see what was in the baggage.

So I said, "No one."

He nodded, which put the baggage on the table and gently lifted the baggage. The cautious scene, like stripping the big girl's clothes, was tense and his hands trembled.

I don't know how expensive the contents are. The three layers inside and the three layers outside are wrapped up. Finally, Lushan's true face is revealed.

It's an old cigarette gun!

My first impression was that the cigarette gun was big and surprisingly big. The pipe is two or three times the normal pipe, and the pipe is long, and there is a small bag on it that is used to hold the leaves.

The surface of the cigarette gun is a little reflective, golden, and I don't know if it's gold-plated. It is engraved with delicate patterns, and if you look closely, you will find that these engravings are lifelike and should be a more precious antique play.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand to touch it, and the big smoker immediately opened my hand and quickly held the cigarette gun back in my arms, and I felt the cigarette gun kiss more than his own father.

I stared at him angrily: "Are you selling or not? ”

“You don't have to touch it. What if it's broken? ”

I'm angry and funny. What's wrong? This cigarette gun isn't your wife. Touch it.

“Just give me the price, how much is it?” The big smoker said.

“I don't know.” I said, "I haven't even seen it yet. How do I bid? ”

Look at him in his shirt, his yellow face, and he smokes with this old cigarette gun. He should be very poor. I can drive a few thousand bucks, he should be happy.

The cigarette gun was antique at first sight, and from the beautifully engraved pattern on it, it should be royally used, selling about $100,000.

However, this is just the price of ordinary antiquities, and if this old cigarette gun is really, as he says, a shady thing, the price is naturally different.

“Forget it, I'll think about it.” When he was finished, he left in a hurry.

I was angry, but there was nothing I could do but read the Book of Ethics once and force myself to calm down. As usual, sit in a lounge chair, staring at the stars and waiting for business to come to your door.

Unfortunately, I still don't have a single business today. It's no wonder there aren't so many pussies waiting for you in the world.

A few more days later, I forgot all about the big smoker, who thought he'd come back to the door.

When I saw him this time, I was angry for no reason, waved my hand and said, “What are you doing here? I won't take that stuff from you, I won't take it anymore. ”

He hastily said, "Boss, don't be angry, I'm not here to sell cigarette guns. ”

I just found out he didn't bring a cigarette gun.

“What are you doing here?” I wonder.

“I just came to ask you one thing.” He said, "Do you think ghosts can smoke? How do you make ghosts smoke? ”