God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 739

Facing Xu Jingxing's invitation, the shopkeeper nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

The two came to the parking lot one after the other, and he opened the trunk unabashedly, presenting the pile of "trash" he collected directly in front of the shopkeeper.

It is said to be tattered, but in fact these objects can be regarded as small boutiques, otherwise there would be no spiritual energy in them. You must know that not all antiques have spiritual energy in them. Not to mention the quality, he didn't even bother to touch such an object, and it wasn't troublesome enough to absorb so much mottled and impure aura.

If it wasn't for the fact that all those items were still available, how could he ask the shopkeeper to follow him?Anyone who can afford to open an antique shop in this kind of place is not a person with a net worth of tens of millions or even more. It is not shameful enough to show off in front of such a person with a bunch of rags.

So as soon as he showed these items that he regarded as "broken", the owner's eyes lit up, especially when he saw the gilded bronze Tara Buddha statue, he even rubbed his hands, "Brother, transfer all of them? "

"All, as long as the price is fair," he nodded. Anyway, these items have no value to him anymore. Keeping them will take up space and require maintenance. It is better to sell them on the spot.

"Then tell me a place, bro, let's talk about the price."

"I'm not very familiar with this place, I can go wherever I think it's suitable," the shop owner said calmly, he didn't bother to do the calculations of that villain, and just asked the other party to find a suitable place.

"Haha, aren't you afraid that I'll be a fool?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"Brother's words are not very professional. First of all, I am not a black product, but a clean and innocent thing. I am also a kind person with a clean background. Even if my brother wants to plot against me, it can't be called black and black. Right?" He laughed.

"Brother is interesting," the shopkeeper praised him, "Then let's sit in the teahouse outside the market. I know the owner quite well, so we can drive the car directly to the backyard, and we can order a pot of tea in the backyard while drinking it." How about some business over tea?"

"Brother please."

The shopkeeper got into his car, marked him the location of the teahouse on the navigation, and then started talking.

It has to be said that few people in business are stupid, and this shop owner is the same, with a very sharp tongue.By the time they got off the bus, the two of them knew about each other's situation. The owner of the shop is also a native of Quancheng. His surname is Cheng and his name is Dehai. He is 52 years old this year and has opened an antique shop for more than 20 years. here.

When they arrived at the teahouse, under the guidance of Cheng Dehai, who was familiar with the road, he drove the car directly into the backyard of the teahouse. As soon as he entered the backyard, he let out a "hoo" and praised sincerely: "This small courtyard is so beautiful."

"Hey, that's right, my friend is an out-and-out hermit, and he handles all the ups and downs in this teahouse by himself. For example, those flowers over there are all arrived by himself. For the small flower garden, it took more than three months on the mountains around Quancheng, and it took four years to complete the decoration of the whole teahouse," Cheng Dehai said proudly.

Before Xu Jingxing could speak, a clear voice came from the main entrance of the yard: "Okay, you old Cheng, I heard you make up my words when I was upstairs." A well-proportioned middle-aged man came out following the voice. He also looks about 50 or [-] years old, but his face is clear and handsome, his eyes are bright, his skin is fair, and his whole person looks very refreshing. When he walks over there, it seems that a breeze is blowing in his face.

So much so that he was stunned for a moment. You know, with his current level of concentration, basically there will be no such thing as losing his mind, let alone losing his mind when he sees a middle-aged man. It's not crooked, how could it be possible to lose your mind because of a man?
However, he just lost his mind.

After regaining his senses, he immediately realized that the middle-aged man in front of him who seemed a bit refreshed might not be a mortal, so he quietly activated the Eye of Truth and took a look.

Sure enough, the real face of the middle-aged man is very different, there is no real face, or he can't see the real face of others, he just feels that there is something in the haze, but he just can't see it.

And the truth that the eye of truth cannot see?

He was a little dumbfounded, thinking that there would never be someone whose truth is air?

Huh?Air?

With a thought, could this person's true identity be the wind?

Thinking about it this way, and observing carefully, it’s not a coincidence. Isn’t the true identity of the teahouse owner just a ray of breeze, that ray of breeze is just like a naughty child wandering around the body of the teahouse owner. is cheerful.

This is the first time he has seen a person whose truth is a ray of breeze, and it is also the first time he has seen a person whose truth is a natural phenomenon, and it is also the first time he has seen a person whose truth is so lively—of course, Xiao Except for the monk, facing the little monk, he didn't even know whether the truth about the little monk he saw was true or not. There was no way, the impression the little monk left on him was too terrifying.

And when he was observing the other party carefully, the other party also turned his head to look at him, with a gleam in his eyes and asked with a smile: "This little brother is..."

Cheng Dehai hurriedly said: "I am a client, Xiao Xu, let me borrow your place to discuss some business, Xiao Xu, this is Feng Zhihuan, the owner of the teahouse."

Feng Zhihuan?Is it Feng?
He raised his eyebrows and said hastily, "I've seen Senior Feng."

Feng Zhihuan was overjoyed all of a sudden, "It seems that they are all of the same kind, the little brother is not simple," obviously from Xu Jingxing's words, he realized that Xu Jingxing was of the same kind as him.

But Cheng Dehai on the side obviously didn't know this, and said with a smile: "Little Master Xu is really not simple. Don't look at his young age, but his eyesight is not weak. Although the collections are not particularly expensive, they are all genuine. They are also small boutiques, very unique, even I am a little bit greedy when I look at them.”

Feng Zhi laughed happily, "Old Cheng, you are being too polite. Who in Manquancheng doesn't know that you have the most good things in Jilang Pavilion," he said while pointing to a small pavilion in the yard, "Brother, please, I Please drink tea, don't be polite, let's have a good communication."

"Respect is worse than obedience, please, senior," he saluted with a smile, and also made a gesture of invitation, only half a step behind Feng Zhihuan and Cheng Dehai, and followed them into the small pavilion on the stone path. Down.

As soon as he was seated, Cheng Dehai rubbed his hands impatiently, "Xiaofeng, hurry up, it's rare for you to be so interested today, and finally you have a chance to taste your special Yuying tea again," he said to Xu Jingxing said: "Xiao Xu, you are lucky. Let me tell you, no matter what level of Longjing Maojian you have drunk before, it is nothing to mention in front of Boss Feng's Yuying tea."

(End of this chapter)