Signing in during the Republic of China: Starting from a foot patrol

"Successful check-in!"

"Acquisition - Master of Artifact Imitation."

"Huh?"

"What is it?"

Lin Hongfei showed a surprised expression, and with the influx of countless knowledge, he finally understood what this thing was.

The master of cultural relics imitation, said vulgar, is a person who is good at counterfeiting cultural relics.

After obtaining this ability, Lin Hongfei can easily imitate some cultural relics, even if it is a master of identification in the antique shop, it is difficult to find the clues.

"I can't do the counterfeiting of cultural relics now."

"However, with this ability, I can easily identify the authenticity of cultural relics."

"People who can falsify can naturally distinguish the loopholes of fakes."

"When you are idle, you can go to Panjiayuan and Liuli Factory to pick up a leak and look for a few antiques."

Lin Hongfei was still quite satisfied, and a smile appeared on his face.

After coming to the office of the police station, I made a cup of hot tea, picked up a copy of today's new "Beijing News" and read it, and lit a cigarette by the way.

"A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper for a day."

"It's a comfortable day!" Lin Hongfei said quite satisfied.

But before he could finish reading the front of the newspaper, a police officer said carefully outside the door: "Chief Lin, someone outside has asked to see you!"

"Who?" Lin Hongfei asked.

"Dongfuxing's treasurer, Jiang Maowen!"

Lin Hongfei's brows frowned slightly, thinking that he asked Jiang Maowen to come yesterday, why did he come to see him today.

What does this kid want to do?

Is this looking at yourself, deliberately coming a day late, snubbing me?

"Tell him, no time!"

Lin Hongfei was too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Maowen, with that effort, isn't it good to rest comfortably for a while, these days are about to busy him.

"Yes, Chief!"

The police officer immediately went out, and the humble attitude that had just faced Lin Hongfei immediately disappeared, replaced by a bit of pride.

"Officer, Chief Lin..."

Jiang Maowen hurriedly greeted him, and before he could finish speaking, the police officer interrupted: "

Chief Lin is busy with official business today, and he has no time to meet outsiders!"

"Ah, this..."

Jiang Maowen was stunned, and then quickly asked, "When will Director Lin be free?"

"Then where do I know, I am a gatekeeper, the chief, is it also something I can inquire about?" The police officer was not polite and said bluntly.

Seeing that Jiang Maowen still wanted to say something, the police officer directly interrupted: "Okay, you come back tomorrow!"

After that, he ignored Jiang Maowen, and the police officer went straight back to the gatehouse to guard.

Jiang Maowen's face turned pale suddenly, it seemed that Director Lin was angry with himself and offended others.

"No, I have to find a way to ease the relationship, otherwise I won't want to do business in Beicheng District in the future."

"I have to find an intermediary to help me talk and make peace, but who can I find..." Jiang Maowen looked sad and thought as he walked.

Today is a rare leisure time, Lin Hongfei hid in the office all morning to drink tea, smoke, read the newspaper, lay down.

In the middle, Zhang Jincai also came in once and said that he would invite himself to Dongxing Lou to eat wine in the evening.

Lin Hongfei smiled and immediately agreed, he had now forgotten about quitting drinking in the morning.

At noon, Lin Hongfei, who had been lying flat for a morning, took a rare exercise and called a foreign car to eat a bowl of fried pimples at the famous Mujia store in the capital.

After eating and drinking, Lin Hongfei was idle and bored, and asked the coachman to pull himself to the overpass.

Although it was already lunch time, the art sellers had not stopped, and they were still performing hard for the small audience around them to earn as much money as possible.

People who do their kind of performance, the wind is halved, and the rain is not at all, but they have to take advantage of the sunny and light wind, sell more energy.

Lin Hongfei held a handful of ocean in his hand, strolling along the flyover, passing by a singing ditty, and saw a short man with a shaved head singing with a smile:

"That Zhang Xiucai in the fourth gen, take off your pants, Yingying can say, the little slave family is the chaste daughter..."

"Whoops!"

"What a vulgar ditty!"

Lin Hongfei looked disgusted, and threw two oceans to the singing ditty.

Singing a small song naturally had no time to thank him, but the little apprentice carrying the gong on the side hurriedly walked over, bowed deeply to Lin Hongfei, and said in his mouth:

"Thank you for this master's two oceans!"

"Master, what do you want to hear, my master will sing it to you later!"

For a moment, Lin Hongfei felt that he was not visiting the flyover, he was swiping his mobile phone to watch the live broadcast.

"In this way, don't sing such a vulgar thing, it's too inelegant."

"Just give me an eighteen-touch touch!" Lin Hongfei said.

The little apprentice almost came out happy, this master is really interesting, while saying an elegant, the next sentence will let sing eighteen touches.

The master who sings the ditty simply sings it after knowing it, and sings it directly, he will have a lot of this kind of three vulgar ditties.

It's not that he likes to sing this thing, the main thing is that the old and young masters who visit the flyover are good at this mouthful, and what the guests like, naturally he will know.

Of course, don't say that the old and young masters who visit the flyover are vulgar and vulgar, and the inferior people can't get on the table.

Those high-class people naturally do not listen to these three vulgar songs, and people come directly to the truth.

After singing through eighteen touches, Lin Hongfei still shook his head in disgust: "It's too vulgar, it's really bad customs." Then

, he threw three more oceans over!

After Lin Hongfei walked around, when he was about to reach the end of the overpass, he found a stall where he practiced martial arts and sold art.

There were only seven or eight people around this stall, and all of them just watched the stall owner practicing martial arts there, and did not mean to pay at all.

Lin Hongfei didn't want to stay, after all, these tricksters on the flyover are famous for their flower racks and don't look at it.

However, when Lin Hongfei took a few more looks, he stopped and watched.

A few seconds later, Lin Hongfei said to himself: "There is real kung fu on him, he is a very good swordsman!" "

In the open space before the meeting, a strong young man in his early twenties was playing with a five-foot seedling knife, dancing like a tiger, and it was not the kind of flower rack at first glance.

After playing a knife trick, this young man bowed to the onlookers, then took up a gong and said respectfully: "Everyone, if you think that the kid is playing hard with this knife, please hold the scene." Although

the words were polite, but everyone did not pay for it, this is clearly trying to prostitute in vain.

A look of disappointment quickly flashed in the young man's eyes, he had real kung fu on him, but he couldn't exchange it for money.

If I don't make any more money today, I'm afraid that I and my companions will go hungry.

"Bell!"

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the gong, and the young man looked down, and a silver ocean fell on the gong.

In an instant, the young man raised his head suddenly, and his gaze quickly fell on Lin Hongfei, only to see Lin Hongfei smile and say: "

You have kung fu!"

"But..."

Lin Hongfei pointed to several young men and women behind him:

"Do they have kung fu?"

The young man was very clever, and immediately understood what Lin Hongfei meant, and he immediately called to his companions behind him:

"Come and come, everyone will show the real kung fu and help this master!"