World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 6 That's Your Smell
For a while, I felt that my brain was not enough, and I didn't react.

She struggled under me with a blushing face, trying to push me away, but when she couldn't push me away, she pushed me hard with her knee.

There was a heart-piercing pain somewhere.

I screamed and quickly curled up on the ground.

The money in his hand also fell.

"Dead hooligan!"

She stood up from the ground.

The clerk at the counter had already run out and asked anxiously, "Second Miss, are you okay?!"

She quickly adjusted her clothes and ponytail, gave me a disgusted look, and asked the clerk, "Where did this kid come from?!"

wrong!

The beauty stall owner didn't wear a ponytail, her hair was still wavy, and she was several years older than her.

Also, their voices are completely different.

I couldn't help but look towards her.

It was found that although they looked alike in general, there were still differences in subtleties.

most notable difference.

her chest.

Not as big as the beauty stall owner.

Missy.

Second Miss.

Could it be that they are still sisters?

But the eldest lady of Sifangzhai, would she be so shameless to set up a gambling stall?
"The one who came to sell the goods was ordered by me just now!"

The counter clerk replied with a hint of complacency in his tone.

Telling goods means selling fake goods.

The point is to be seen through.

When she heard this, she gave me a few contemptuous and disgusting glances: "Dare to lie to Sifang Zhai, this trash thinks the rice is too fragrant, right?! Why don't you go away?!"

I saved her once, and I didn't get a word of thanks from her.

This attitude annoys me a bit.

But I don't know her relationship with the beautiful boss of the gambling stall.

If Sifangzhai is behind them, it will be very troublesome like this kind of big restaurant that eats both black and white dishes.

Staying out of trouble is a top priority.

I picked up the coin on the ground, patted the dirt on my body, turned and left.

It's like being topped by a pig!

I'm not in the mood to go shopping again.

With [-] yuan on me, I have to find a place to live first.

I went around the housing rental market and found that the house was either too remote or the rent was too expensive.

The house that sister Jiu'er rented before was a villa.

The homeowner is abroad, and the monthly rent is four to five thousand. Moreover, she buys all high-end goods for food and clothing.

I didn't understand why she was so rich as a little girl.

After today's incident, I completely understand.

Fortunately.

I saw a two-story building in the suburbs, with a notice for rent posted on it.

The person who answered the phone was a woman with a soft voice, probably in her thirties.

She told me that the key is under the mat at the door of the room, and the rent will be paid when she comes back, eight hundred and one month.

I went in and took a look. The house was not too big, but it was very clean and there was a small TV. I decided to rent it immediately.

I made the bed a little, sat on a chair, and lit a cigarette.

After taking two puffs, I said to the door, "You've been with me for a day, come in."

A man wearing a beret, sunglasses, and a mask came in outside the door.

She took off her glasses and mask, with a curious expression on her face: "How did you find me?"

The beautiful boss of a gambling stall.

I replied: "Smell."

When she heard this, she frowned: "Scent?"

I said: "The north wind has been blowing towards my back today. After I left the gambling stall, the smell in my nose has not disappeared. It is your smell."

After she heard it, her expression was extremely shocked, her mouth was slightly opened, and she was speechless for a while.

"Who are you anyway?" she asked.I asked back, "Didn't Jiabo find out my details?"

As soon as she said this, her eyes widened: "Can you hear me?!"

I pinched the cigarette butt, and said: "To set up a stall and break it, I always want to bet and admit defeat. I don't think you will pester me because of this matter, just talk about it, otherwise I will go to sleep."

Instead, she showed a look of joy on her face, pointing to the stool next to her: "Can I sit?"

I nodded.

She sat down.

Sit with legs crossed, very polite.

But even more, her beautiful legs are white and slender.

"Let's cut to the chase! I asked someone to secretly take photos of you, but Jia Bo didn't find out about you at all. So far, you are the best treasure appraiser I have ever seen. My name is Lu Cenyin. I want to You and me!" She looked a little enthusiastic.

I frowned and said, "Set up a gambling stall?"

She shook her head: "The gambling stall is just for my under-the-radar Uncle Wang to do tricks. I have nothing to do today to play. With your ability, you can do great things with me, and you don't have to doubt my strength." , an annual salary of 30, how about it?"

The lower eye refers to the person who stares at the treasure.

In the old society, if you took a fancy to a treasure and it was not the right time to trade it directly for various reasons, you would send a person to watch it, closely follow the whereabouts of the treasure, and wait until the right time to get the treasure.

There are many ways to get it.

buy, steal, defraud...

Even, kill and get more.

Lu Cenyin spoke very frankly, she directly stated Uncle Wang's purpose of setting up a gambling stall, and, the first thing she said was an annual salary of 30.

You know, this was the year 2000, when housing prices in some parts of Jinling were only over 2000.

I replied: "I'm sorry, I'm just a baggage army, not worth the price you said."

There are generally three types of people who collect antiques.

The first type is store-based merchants, similar to Sifangzhai, who receive and deliver goods through a store, which requires a strong family background and a strong relationship. Generally, there are experts in the industry in the store.

The second type is the land gang, who specialize in walking the streets and collecting antiques from other people's homes, which requires some insight and small capital.

The third type is the Baggage Army. With a bag in their arms, they walk around in the stalls, get some fancy and useless things, and cheat to make a living.

The baggage army has the worst skills, the least funds, and poor character.

In the eyes of upper-class people, it is a despised trash.

Hearing this, Lu Cenyin frowned slightly, pointed at my trouser pocket, and said, "That piece of money for the Chunhua Buddha statue in my pocket! Song Taizong ordered it to be cast after the Northern Expedition, and enshrined in Wutai Mountain. It was very popular at that time, and many craftsmen imitated it. Song imitation non-gold uses copper, which is worth [-] to [-]. If it is Song imitation gold, it can be multiplied by five or six times. If it is the original Wutai Mountain, a large flat-story house. You are not a burden army at all!"

I was secretly surprised.

This is indeed Chunhua Buddha statue money!

However, mine is a copper plate imitating non-gold in Song Dynasty.

Although Lu Cenyin couldn't judge the specific version, he was able to make a date with a few glances from a distance after following me, and his eyesight was quite good.

My face was calm, and I was noncommittal about the money of the Buddha statue, and replied: "I'm not interested in your ideas."

She pondered for a while, and said, "The annual salary has been increased to 40!"

For me as a fledgling, this annual salary is considered to be the sky.

But Sister Jiuer once said.

Clinging to people, even the best bone is a dog.

Walking alone in the rivers and lakes, starving to death is also a wolf!

If Sister Jiu'er knew that I was clinging to others, she would definitely break my legs.

Besides, I have my own mission in mind.

I want to become a god and take revenge.

I shook my head: "I'm really not interested."

When Lu Cenyin heard this, his cherry lips parted slightly, his pretty face was full of disbelief, and he paused for a while.

Her expression is like a hunter who has found a treasure and does not want to lose it.

the end.

She asked a very self-deprecating question: "What do you want me to be interested in?"

I looked at her, suddenly a little happy.

At that moment, I thought of the girl who pushed me with her knee.

although.

They are not alone.

I don't know what their relationship is.

But at that time, I pointed to the bed that had just been made with a hint of tit-for-tat taste, "If you stay here with me for one night, I'm interested."

(End of this chapter)