Jin Shile felt even more confused.
"How do they know they can control the situation? If they don't handle it well, won't the whole country be in jeopardy?"
He also knew a little about the country of Kavali.
It’s not even as big as a province in China.
It is not easy for them in China to deal with the disaster caused by dodder.
Where does the other party get the confidence to think he can control it?
Another guy who likes to gamble on the fate of the country, right?
The last person who liked to gamble on the fate of a country has stopped developing for 30 years!
Jin Shile snorted coldly.
"If they really succeed, we'll definitely have to clean up the mess in the end! You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!"
The stall owner nodded rapidly.
"That's not it!"
"Now you know that we locals have to avoid them, right?"
The stall owner raised his hand and pointed at his head.
"There's no telling what the troubled people here might do!"
"Even if nothing happens, it's a good thing to stay away and avoid getting infected!"
Jin Shile expressed his understanding.
They can't afford to mess with this kind of lunatic.
As he spoke, Jin Shile had already made up his mind.
"Old Four, let's leave later or take another route, and stay away from them!"
Feng Feng lowered his head and thought.
Suddenly he looked up: "Boss, how long will they last?"
"I don't know about that..."
The stall owner sighed.
"But the foreigners have only been here for a short time. Even if they have... green cards?"
"It's a temporary residence permit!" Jin Shile corrected.
"Hey, young man, stop interrupting me!" The stall owner looked at him with disgust.
"As long as everyone understands what I mean!"
The stall owner touched his chin and said, "At least I can stay for ten days or half a month!"
More than half a month is enough to witness the arrival of the artifact.
The fear in Feng Feng's eyes became even stronger.
Keep this firmly in mind.
It depends on whether the other party will stay in the city honestly these days.
…
Across most of the street.
Jin Shile was carrying more than ten bags, large and small.
But he didn't mind their weight at all, instead he was quite pleased with himself.
"I just don't believe it. None of them are genuine!"
"With a 6% chance, you can even get a card even if you draw it!"
Feng Feng followed behind.
No sound was made.
Although he didn't understand antiques, he understood human nature and business traps.
His intuition told him that Jin Shile was too optimistic.
Jin Shile stopped in front of another stall, and Feng Feng went about his scouting as usual.
His eyes passed by the stall.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on a sickle covered with reddish-brown rust.
Next to him, the stall owner was still greeting Jin Shile.
"Would you like to come over and take a look, little brother?"
"All the things we sell are genuine products passed down from our families, so you won't lose money!"
Jin Shile listened to the familiar lines and was too tired to complain.
I can only agree perfunctorily.
"Oh, your family is quite diverse, a large family with thousands of years of history."
The boss smiled modestly and said, "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve it."
Feng Feng picked up the sickle on the ground.
The rust fell down and stained a large area of Feng Feng's hand red.
None of this matters.
Feng Feng felt the abundant spiritual power flowing within the sickle.
I feel at ease.
Jin Shile saw through Feng Feng's thoughts at a glance.
I couldn't help but widen my eyes.
"Old Four, don't tell me you want to buy this broken sickle?"
The value of an antique depends mainly on three factors: age, state of preservation, and rarity.
Among them, the older the antique is, the higher the historical value it carries.
They come from the same era and have similar original value. The better they are preserved, the higher their value.
In the same era, the same cup was used by ordinary people or by the emperor.
Its value is different.
This sickle can be said to be a combination of the shortcomings of the general public.
Iron tools are destined to be of short duration.
Covered in rust, it is destined to be poorly preserved.
There are no special patterns and the style is ordinary.
At first glance, it is something used by ordinary people and not that expensive.
It can be said that it has no collection value!
Jin Shile couldn't help but advise:
"Think carefully, Lao Si! This is probably a piece of farm equipment that was mass-produced over a decade ago. It's not an antique!"
Feng Feng weighed the sickle and nodded affirmatively.
"Well, I've thought it through."
"This rust is quite interesting, and it can be used in daily life. It's quite practical."
Jin Shile's expression is hard to describe.
"Can it be used? You mean...Tetanus Blade?"
Feng Feng slipped and almost dropped the sickle in his hand.
It has to be said that Jin Shile's associative ability has always been online.
That’s a good idea, don’t think about it next time.
Feng Feng deleted the scene in his mind of himself killing everyone with his dying sickle.
He waved to the boss.
"How much is this?"
"Handsome guy has good taste!"
The boss gave a thumbs up.
"Our sickle has been passed down from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period!"
"At that time, our country learned to use iron tools. This has historical value, wow..."
As the boss spoke, he stroked his wrist and sighed.
It's like a scholar who traveled from the Warring States Period to the present, recounting his glorious years.
"Let's get to the point. How much is it?" Feng Feng interrupted him directly.
"Thirty thousand."
Seeing that the history card was ineffective, the boss immediately became obedient.
Jin Shile was shocked: "30,000? Are you robbing me?"
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