Tianyan Jianbao

Chapter 111
Wang Haoming didn't intend to hide it from him, and in order to cultivate Lu Yuguo into his big client, he had to constantly show his strength in front of him, so that he could trust himself more and more.

So he said: "In fact, the string of copper bells hanging at the door is not only used as a signboard, but also for other purposes."

"What purpose?" Lu Yuguo became even more curious.

"I'm sure you also know that the basic function of a magic weapon like a copper bell is to transform evil spirits and generate prosperity, right?"

"That's right, I know that." Lu Yuguo nodded.

"Lingdang Zhang's store looks ordinary, but in fact it has evil spirits, so while the string of copper bells is used as a signboard, it also dispels the evil spirits that go straight to the store door, so there has been no incident and business is booming. .”

When Lu Yuguo heard this, he was taken aback, and said, "Mr. Wang, after you bought that copper bell, the evil spirit there will not be able to be dispelled, so something will happen?"

Wang Haoming nodded and said, "That's right. But the evil spirit there is not serious, so nothing major will happen, it's just some bumps and bumps."

At first, Wang Haoming didn't notice the evil spirit in the door of the bell shop, but when he took down the copper bell, he immediately sensed the change in the aura, and only then did he discover the mystery.

If it was someone else, Wang Haoming might remind the shop owner to hang another copper bell on it to dispel the evil spirits, but Cheng Yang's arrogant appearance made Wang Haoming quite unhappy, so he just kept silent and held the bell. The brass bell went away.

"Hahaha! That's great! That kid is too bad, I have to teach him a lesson!" Lu Yuguo laughed loudly when he heard that.

"Hey, this is just a small lesson. The biggest lesson is this copper bell. If that kid knows that he owns 6 yuan, the copper bell is actually worth several million when he sells it. I wonder if he will go crazy?"

Wang Haoming held the dusty copper bell in his right hand, and he was so happy that he was about to turn the sky upside down, but he didn't want to tell Lu Yuguo about this matter yet.

After finding such a treasure, Wang Haoming was in a good mood, and said to Lu Yuguo with a smile on his face:

"Boss Lu, I think it's almost time. If you have time, how about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"Mr. Wang, how can I ask you to invite me? Let me invite you for this meal."

As he said that, the Mercedes-Benz flashed its lights, Lu Yuguo turned a corner, and immediately disappeared into the rolling traffic.

Cheng Jiaru proudly hummed a tune and swayed towards the store. He visited a few old friends in the past few days. Everyone drank some wine and played water all over the place. He was in a good mood.

"Ah... let let..."

As soon as he walked to the door of the store, there was a sudden exclamation from behind Cheng Jiaru. Cheng Jiaru reacted very quickly and stepped aside at once, and then with a "hoo", a bicycle passed by his side, Then it hit the wall with a "bang" before stopping.

"If it wasn't for me, I'm so fast, I'd be fine if I bumped into it now?" Cheng Jiaru scolded in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, old mister, I just got dazed for some reason and almost bumped into you."

Cheng Jiaru wanted to get angry at first, but when he saw that the man had such a good attitude, he shook his head and said, "It's okay, just be more careful next time."

"Okay, I'm really sorry, I will be careful next time."

Looking at the person who was slowly walking away pushing the bicycle with a damaged wheel, Cheng Jiaru couldn't help shaking his head, and walked into his shop.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

When he first stepped into the gate, Cheng Jiaru's body felt cold for no reason, and the hair on his back seemed to stand on end, but this feeling disappeared in an instant. Whatever happened, I don't care about it for the time being.

"Slap!" Seeing his grandson Cheng Yang and Huang Pinyang, who were relatively silent, he slapped Cheng Yang on the back of the head.

"Ah! Grandpa, are you back?" Cheng Yang was startled, and felt guilty when he looked up and saw Cheng Jiaru.

"Hmph, why, can't I come back?
"Look at what you said, of course you can come back." Cheng Yang said with a smile.

"Hey, I think something is wrong with you kid today..."

Cheng Jiaru glanced at it, and suddenly shouted: "You boy, spoil my good tea like this!"

At the age of Chengjia Confucianism, there are not many hobbies, and tea is one of them. The teas he collects are not unique, but they cost thousands of dollars a tael. This kind of tea needs to be brewed slowly to drink. smell it.

But Cheng Yang was lucky, he grabbed a handful of them and poured them into a big cup with boiling water to drink.

"Hey, grandpa, isn't this tea for drinking? You drink it slowly, but don't I drink it like this?"

On this point, Cheng Yang was not guilty at all, what he was worried about was the bell he sold.

For his only grandson, Cheng Confucianism has nothing to do, but he just blows his beard and stares.

"Grandpa, I told you not to slap the back of your head. How to make money to support your family in the future if you are stupid. When you grow old, you will have no money to buy wine and drink. It's none of my business."

Cheng Yang touched the back of his head. He was slapped just now, and it still hurts even now.

"Hmph, wait until you earn money to buy me wine? The day lily is cold." Cheng Jiaru said "disdainfully".

If he had heard his grandfather say this before, Cheng Yang would definitely think that his grandfather was bragging. Before, he didn't think his shop could make much money, but now it's different. The two copper bells sold for nearly 9 yuan today. It can make more money than any job.

"Fuck, that copper bell isn't necessarily a good thing, why am I so worried?"

Thinking of this, Cheng Yang immediately salivated and said, "Grandpa, I just made two deals, sold two copper bells, and made a lot of money."

Huang Pinyang also chimed in and said, "Grandpa Zhang, that's right, Cheng Yang sold two bells today."

"Oh? Really? How much did you sell for?"

Cheng Confucianism knew that no one in his family, from sons to grandsons, to those miscellaneous relatives, was interested in magic weapons.

In the eyes of these people, how old is it now? To do business, you have to start a company. Buy some 1V bags or something. No matter how bad you are, you can buy some books, tea, etc. Where is there anyone selling copper bells? Feel ashamed!
However, Cheng Confucianism has seen through these years. If there are no successors, there will be no successors. When the time comes, you will see nothing with your legs kicked, so you don't have to worry about it.

I brought my grandson to visit the store, but I hope he will not hide at home and play games all day.

Although I saw the computer just now, I knew that my plan had failed.He didn't expect him to sell things at all, so he couldn't help being very curious when he heard Cheng Yang said that he had made two deals.

"88ooo!" Cheng Yang said triumphantly, "Am I very good?"

"That's right, but how could the two bells sell for so much money?" Like Huang Pinyang, Cheng Jiaru immediately raised his own doubts.

"Hey, one of them is in the store, and the other is outside the store." Cheng Yang knew that he would not escape sooner or later, so he said it directly.

"Outside the store?" Cheng Jiaru sat down on a chair and asked strangely.

"Oh, isn't there a string of copper bells hanging outside our store as a sign? I sold one of them."

"Oh, that string of bells is not worth much, you actually sold one, not bad, it seems that you have a business mind, you are worthy of being my grandson, how much did you sell for?"

When Cheng Jiaru heard it, he was immediately happy, and asked with a smile.The string of copper bells was hung up decades ago and used as a signboard. He never thought that Cheng Yang could sell one of them.

Hearing what his grandfather said, Cheng Yang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the string of copper bells was really not a good thing, and he said like offering treasures: "The one in the store, I sold it at the price, 28, and the one outside the store I sold that one for 6 yuan."

As he said that, Cheng Yang took out the money in the drawer and put it on the table. Not to mention, it was quite a shock to have so much money spread out on the table.

"Very good and powerful!" Cheng Jiaru was so happy that his beard shook a few times.

"Grandpa, so your business is so profitable?"

Confucian Cheng said cheerfully, "Of course, do you think your grandpa is a vain name? Let me tell you, don't look at your parents, uncles and aunts, those who work in the government work in the government, and those who work in the university Those who work in the company work in a big company, but when it comes to making money, they are not as good as me."

"Grandpa, if it was in the past, I would think you were bragging, but now I don't think so. These copper bells of yours are made of gold, and they cost tens of thousands of dollars each. Isn't it just some copper? How much does it cost. "

Cheng Yang waved his hand exaggeratedly and said loudly.

Cheng Jiaru smiled. He knew that things were not that simple. Don’t look at it as just a copper bell, but there are many tricks inside. It’s not like you can just take a piece of copper and make a bell and sell it for so much money.

However, then again, as long as you have a good vision, it is easy to make money in this business.

"Oh, that's natural..."

Before Cheng Jiaru could finish his sentence, there was another "boom" outside the door, followed by a burst of exclamation.

Cheng Jiaru's long eyebrows trembled, while Cheng Yang's heart thumped, and he couldn't help but say, "Isn't it? Come again?"

"What's coming again?" Cheng Jiaru asked in confusion.

"It is estimated that someone met in front of the store again." Huang Pinyang said.

"Someone bumped into each other again?" At this moment, Cheng Jiaru remembered that he was almost bumped before entering the store just now, and now hearing Huang Pinyang's words, it is obvious that this is not the first time.

There is not much traffic in front of my store, and there are not many people. It is reasonable to say that someone bumps into it here occasionally, but it is obviously not the case now.

"Yes, in the past two hours, we have bumped into each other five or six times." Cheng Yang said with a frown.

(End of this chapter)