Chapter 08 Antique Pawnshop (4)

Yunhai City, in the special care ward of Yunhai First Hospital, many experts are surrounding a young man to perform data testing and status maintenance.

"Is it useful?" An old man standing outside the ward anxiously asked the medical specialist who was in charge of communication with him.

"Mr. Zhong Liu, the herbal test you provided does have a strong ability to remove pollution, but the pollution index in your granddaughter's body is too high. Even if we use it all up, we can only remove about 10%."

"Then it is useful." Zhong Liu directly used the teleportation array to leave, leaving the medical specialist on the spot, not knowing what to do.

After a few days of settling, the No. 1 Antique Pawnshop has been accepted by the nobles of Xiangshan. Because it only accepts barter or card consumption, it is considered to be an extremely high-end place. Many nobles will visit every day even if they cannot buy or exchange the items there.

Zhong Liu came for the second time and was not surprised to find that there were more people. He took the ancient books out of his bag, and the waiter immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Hello? Are you pawning?"

"No, I'm here to pay a debt." Zhong Liu calmly handed over the ancient books and asked, "Where is the gentleman from last time?"

The waiter looked up the account. His store had sold and received a lot in the past few days, and the account books were already two thick volumes.

"That's our shopkeeper. He came to see us because he was in a good mood that day. He usually enjoys life with his family." He turned to the first page and said, "Are you Mr. Zhong Liu?"

"It's me." Zhong Liu, who was treated coldly last time, was very satisfied with the service attitude of the waiter. Thinking of the last time, although he was very grateful for the change of medicine, he still felt that such a service attitude made him, an old man , feel more comfortable.

With the ancient books being put into the warehouse, the transaction was completed. Zhong Liu immediately pointed out the ginseng to the waiter: "Medicinal material No. 50, exchange some more."

He patted the package silently. It was full of ancient books with lost characters. The heavy texture made him feel a little relieved.

However, the polite waiter in front of him showed an awkward expression, which made him subconsciously feel that something was wrong. Then he heard the person opposite him say: "Only the shopkeeper has the right to exchange precious medicinal materials..."

"I'm sorry, old man, I also understand your feelings."

The attitude that originally made Zhong Liu feel satisfied now pierced his heart like a sword. The smile that just looked decent now looked hypocritical and perfunctory.

Asking for help.

He muttered in his heart, suppressed the slight annoyance that had just risen up, and asked patiently: "When will your shopkeeper come? Or..."

He signaled the pull rope with his eyes, and the waiter's eyes touched the pull rope but quickly moved away as if he saw something horrible: "Sir, this thing is a decoration... The shopkeeper never responds." "

I can't be sure when the shopkeeper will come, why don't you come again in a few days, maybe you can meet him then."

Seeing the person in front of him who didn't know the answer to any of the questions, Zhong Liu clenched his hands on the bag. He almost wanted to punch him, but finally restrained himself. For the sake of his grandson, his face and temper have grown over the years. He waved his hand politely and left.

The plastic flower drew a line in the space, and then looked at the two lines behind it, flying around in the pure white space with some anxiety, but did not dare to disturb Zhou Ye who was still resting.

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Chen Xichao was drinking with his friends. Several of them were pro-cooperative members of the Xiangshan nobles. Their elders or themselves worked in the security fund, and they all had similar unscrupulous personalities.

He was surrounded in the center, and several people were holding boys and girls according to their preferences. A retro disco ball was hanging on the ceiling of the private room, and the table was full of opened champagne.

"Great!" Chen Xichao took the wine handed to him by the girl in his arms and drank it in one gulp.

"Xi Chao, let me tell you, the one who really enjoys it is mine." Qian Han clapped his hands, and the younger brother beside him immediately handed over an exquisite nanmu food box. After it was opened, a strong aroma of wine emanated from it, and the person sitting next to him, who was originally looking for fun, instantly lit up his eyes.

"It smells so good, open it quickly."

"Brother Qian is awesome! Pour some for me to try."

Everyone instantly shifted their focus to Qian Han. Chen Xichao, who was originally in the center of sight, also looked at Qian Han with a mocking smile: "You little idiot, where did you get such good wine?"

"Did you steal it from your dad?"

"How could that be? I just spent some authentication points and exchanged it for it at that antique pawnshop." He quickly filled Chen Xichao's glass, while others were only willing to pour half a glass and quickly asked people to put it away.

"Oh, I've never been to that store. My dad said that even if they came from Yuntian, it would be a bit too arrogant to open a store right in front of our security fund."

"That store is indeed a bit immature. A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, right? Besides, we are the real dragon of Xiangshan. But there are indeed a lot of good things in this store."

"Are you using the card I gave you last time?" Chen Xichao kicked him and put the wine he poured on the table without drinking it at all.

"Hey, speaking of this, brother, are you doing me a disservice? That card can't be used anywhere," Qian Han frowned, "It's embarrassing for me."

His words aroused Chen Xichao's interest. He picked up the wine glass, sniffed it first, and then took a sip: "Have you tried Yunzi No. 1?"

"Of course, I swiped it more than ten times, and the clerk insisted that there was no information in it." Qian Han glanced at the people around him, half-knelt next to Chen Xichao, and whispered: "Brother, I don't mean to doubt you, but... Is it possible that the person who issued you the card is a liar?"

"The wine has a strong aroma and a sweet aftertaste. It is definitely not something that can be produced in this city or other ordinary cities." Chen Xichao put down the cup in his hand and stood up suddenly. "Let's go to the store from Yuntianxia and try it again."

He said this without waiting for everyone to react. He walked out of the private room. The remaining people looked at each other and finally followed.

There were only a few places in the upper city business district. They arrived at the pawnshop within ten minutes of driving. They walked directly to the counter under the fearful eyes of other middle and low-level nobles.

"That one, that one, give me one of each." At the instruction of Chen Xichao's eyes, Qian Han gritted his teeth and pointed to several items and asked the waiter to pack them up.

The other customers had been driven away by them. The waiter took care of them with a big smile on his face. He immediately packed up the things. After everything was packed, he asked: "These are all basic supplies. Do you want to barter or use the ID card?"

"ID card..." The eyes of the people who followed Chen Xichao were all focused on Qian Han. He slowly took out the card that had been verified many times and was useless. He felt a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to show it.

The waiter took it politely and scanned it many times in front of the card machine in front of the counter, but the machine didn't respond. Finally, the waiter asked regretfully if he could change it, and hinted that it might be that the machine was not sensitive.

But almost everyone was secretly looking at Qian Han with strange eyes. They didn't know that the card was given by Chen Xichao. In their eyes, Qian Han wanted to show off his generosity in front of his brothers, but the card was useless, which doubled his embarrassment.

Qian Han himself gritted his teeth under such eyes, took back the useless card and put it in his pocket. He secretly looked at Chen Xichao and found that the expression on his face was quite happy.

Beast, it was obviously him who gave the card, but it was not enough to embarrass him in private, and now he even brought his friends in the circle to watch him embarrass himself.

He forced a smile: "Sorry, brothers, I may have brought the wrong card. I'll treat you today, let's go for a meal."

Qian Han tried to quickly get over the matter, and several brothers agreed, but Chen Xichao waved his hand nonchalantly: "I have something to do,

let's talk next time." "Give me that card, it may be useful." After taking the identification card back from Qian Han, Chen Xichao left directly.

His departure caused many noble children who had come to curry favor with him to wave their hands and leave one after another. Now most of the people had left, and the place Qian Han had originally mentioned could not even accommodate a table of people. His face had originally fallen to the ground, but now Chen Xichao's behavior was tantamount to stepping on him twice.

He looked at the other little shrimps whose families were worse off than his, took out his certification card to show them that he would treat them to whatever they wanted, and then turned back home with a face full of resentment.

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"You should have learned your lesson from the last failure." Chen Xichao leaned back in his chair and looked at the five people standing respectfully in a row.

"Yes." Number One spoke first.

"Then let's go. This mission is easy. You just need to investigate some details of their lives and let someone keep an eye on me." Chen Xichao played with a document at hand. At the top was a certification report with Siming's head printed on it.

The results showed that neither the Security Fund where he worked nor another giant, the Citizens Mutual Aid Association, could find this person.

He should certainly get his place back, not only because that house was related to his mining plan, but also because of that black hair.

Seeing that he had no more instructions, several people instantly dispersed and left, going to different places where Siming had appeared.

In the pure white space, Zhou Ye was hanging high above them, seeing everything clearly, tapping the table with his fingers quickly, he thought of the old man a few days ago, and summoned the plastic flower.

"Has he been here?"

"Yes! This afternoon, his attitude was particularly sincere, I think..."

"Oh, that won't do." Zhou Ye put down the ancient book that the old man had just given him. "How much is the accumulated wow value now?"

"Why not help him..." The plastic flower protested softly and then reported the number honestly. "Currently it is 2899."

"There is an upper limit to the wow value a person can give, and it becomes harder and harder to get as time goes by. But if you just want to open a store, this number is already very good, Zhou Zhou, don't think it's too little."

"I know, it's enough, I will cherish it, thank you." Zhou Ye curled the corners of his mouth and stretched out his hand to touch the plastic flower, but the flower dodged.

"Don't you like me touching you?" Zhou Ye was a little surprised. He remembered that in the pure white space before, this little plastic flower liked to rub against him.

He had already started to pay attention in his heart.

"No, I don't dislike it." The little plastic flower moved his eyes away guiltily, and fell on Zhou Ye's shoulder and let him touch it. When he saw that there was no mark on his head on the sand table, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This action followed his landing point and naturally passed to Zhou Ye's shoulder.