All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 13, beautiful women are a curse

On the way, Natasha held Chen Hao's arm and kept asking questions.

Ivan saw the pain in his eyes, but he had nothing to do with his precious daughter. He could only slam on the accelerator and drive the car very fast.

The happy time is always short, and the car finally stopped in front of a very old-looking tavern.

As soon as Chen Hao got out of the car, he noticed a dark corner of the street. Two black men seemed to be flying leaves, and they were staggering and unable to stand still.

"This is a slum area with very poor law and order, but my old friend has been living here and has a drink in this tavern every day." Ivan explained.

He opened the door and walked in first. Chen Hao followed with a travel bag in his left hand and Natasha in his right hand.

"Three shots of vodka."

Ivan asked the bartender for a drink familiarly, found a drunk old white man, stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "Hey, Abrasha."

The old white man turned his head, his red nose was very conspicuous: "Oh, Ivan, come and have a drink."

"Of course, but I still have something to ask you, let's do it before I get drunk." Ivan said.

The drunk old white man is a well-known knife maker, and his handmade knives are very popular.

He does what he does and loves what he does. He also has a good understanding of antique cold weapons and is an expert in this field.

Auction houses and antique dealers often invite experts like him to appraise some antiques.

His judgment basically represents the wind direction and price of the market.

"Alright then, let me see what it is." The old white man with a rosy nose put down his glass.

Chen Hao, who was sitting on the other side, opened his luggage bag, took out a lieutenant knife and handed it to the other party.

"Oh, or a samurai sword."

Abrasha was a little surprised that it is rare to see oriental antique knives in Europe.

He pulled out the knife and looked at it carefully, and then glanced at the spike of the knife.

"The knife worn by Japanese military officers during World War II should belong to a lieutenant.

Those Japanese dwarfs like to wear samurai swords very much. It seems that only in this way can they show their majesty. "

He is indeed an expert, Chen Hao felt at ease, and started to care about the price.

Generally high-end knives are sold for a thousand dollars.The famous German Zwilling knife can sell for more than $6000.

Of course, this command knife is not a high-quality product, but it is an antique after all, and it should be no problem to sell for two to three thousand dollars.

Abrasha said: "The status of the owner of the sword is not high, and the samurai sword is not very high-quality. Ordinary collectors can pay up to three thousand dollars.

The Japanese have a soft spot for Bushido, and if they can find a Japanese buyer, they can sell it for $[-].But that's very difficult. "

"Wow, then I'll make a lot of money."

The worst of the five knives can fetch a good price, and the better knives will be more expensive.

Chen Hao subconsciously ignored the last reminder.

Before the old white man could pick up his wine glass, he handed over a saber: "Look at this, its owner has a higher status, he is a lieutenant sergeant in the Japanese army, the chief of staff of a regiment."

This time, the old white man took a longer time to study the details of the samurai sword.

"The knife is a good knife, and if it's just the quality of the knife, it should fetch $[-].

If you can come up with definite evidence to prove the story on this knife, the price can be doubled. "

Antique collection, collectors collect not only antiques, but also the stories and heavy history behind the antiques.

An antique with a story can arouse collectors' desire to buy, at least [-]% more in price.

There was only one thought in Chen Hao's mind: Mom made a fool of himself, and I made a lot of money.

The sword worn by Sakata Nobutetsu's deputy, the Chief of Staff, is worth so much, so wouldn't his own sword be more valuable?

Now it seems that the deal with Li Yunlong is a big profit.

"Cheers to good knives."

Chen Hao's antique knife can be sold at a good price, and Ivan is also happy for it, raising his glass and suggesting.

Sixty-degree vodka is like drinking a fire, but for the three people present, it is just an appetizer.

"Ah! Get your dirty hands off!"

Natasha's scream reminded the two men, who were only focused on drinking, that they had brought a woman with them.

The burly black man was trying to take advantage of Natasha.

In the chaotic slums, the proportion of black people is very high. They steal, rob and attack. They can commit any crime you can think of. The main source of chaos.

Natasha is such a beautiful girl, like a bright flower, there will always be all kinds of storms and butterflies rushing up.

"Hey, nigger, get out of the way, or I will make you regret coming to this world." Chen Hao stared at death and issued a stern threat.

He despises black people the most, especially hates black ghosts who dare to harass his son.

If it was in chaotic Africa, he would have already drawn his gun.

"This guy insisted on asking for my contact information when he came up, and if he didn't give it to him, he still pestered him."

Natasha hid behind Chen Hao, like a young eagle finding shelter from an eagle.

A woman likes a man who makes her feel safe.

"Don't worry, I will teach him a lesson." Chen Hao promised confidently.

The big black man snorted, looked at Chen Hao contemptuously, and pointed at him: "Yellow monkey, are you talking to me? You don't deserve such a beautiful woman."

"Hey girl, you should come into my arms."

Apart from ridiculing, he did not forget to open his arms to tease Natasha.

Ivan, a daughter slave, picked up a wine glass and smashed it on the black man's head.

"Mom, I'm so shameless."

Chen Hao drew his sword and slashed, the samurai sword slashed down, and a ray of light was drawn.

The black man's fingers fell to the ground, screaming in pain.With the remaining left hand, I don't know whether to cover the collapsed nose or the right hand with broken fingers.

Chen Hao asked indifferently: "Abrasha, the blood-stained antique knife will not depreciate greatly because of this?"

"Of course not, maybe the price can be increased." The old white man with a bad nose looked at this scene with interest.

He knew that those who could get along with Ivan were definitely not good people.

Arms dealers, mercenaries, outlaws, all possible.

A nigger with no eyes, who dared to moleste two ruthless female companions, was simply too damned dead.

Natasha hugged Chen Hao's arm tightly, her eyes were full of the coldness of a man.

So handsome, so safe.

The guy who molested his daughter was punished, and Ivan sat down again, beckoning the bartender for another drink.

It seemed that nothing happened, only the big black man ran out screaming in pain.

The guests around glanced at him twice, and quickly looked away, not wanting to cause trouble.

Although this is a poor neighborhood where vicious cases often occur, most of them are ordinary people, and they would never dare to provoke murderers who are ready to see blood.

The tavern owner grumbled and complained: "To solve the trouble, go outside to solve it. The floor is dirty and it is difficult to clean."

He only dared to complain in a low voice.

Chen Hao smiled and didn't take it seriously, took a drink from his glass, and took two dollar bills: "Thank you, I'll buy today's wine."

He picked up his travel bag and put his arms around Natasha, and walked out.

Seeing this, Ivan greeted his old friend, picked up his wine glass and chased after him.

"Wine glass." The bartender reminded.

Ivan downed the wine and threw the glass on the bar.

Wine is his life, his daughter is his treasure, and he can't miss any of them.

"Scumbag, never let him touch my daughter."

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