"Okay! When I become a rich woman, I will support you."
Zhuang Zhou naturally still knows how to joke with young people:
"Then why don't I become a big boss and support you first."
"Sure, I'm easy to feed...Okay, enough talking. I stayed up late last night, so I need to catch up on some beauty sleep."
“Okay!”
I thought the chat was over.
Morgana sent another message:
"By the way, you are going to attend the class reunion, right?"
"Class reunion?"
"Yes, Li Yan organized it. He said this was the first reunion for the graduates of the university, and he took care of everything, asking everyone to try to attend."
"Let me see. I've been pretty busy with work lately."
"What are you doing now?"
"Me? I, I, I... I'm doing business!"
Zhuang Zhou lied.
"Really? I didn't see that!"
"Hey! It's just a small business, just starting out! Take your time!"
Zhuang Zhou pretended to be relaxed.
"Okay then, keep going! I've always had high hopes for you. I hope to see you at the class reunion. Bye!"
After finishing the chat, Zhuang Zhou opened Morgana's promotional photos and started looking at them.
Good job!
These long, snow-white legs look more and more beautiful the more you look at them!
"Hey, boy, why is your nose bleeding?"
On the bus.
An old lady at the window to the left of Zhuang Zhou shouted.
Zhuang Zhou quickly locked the screen and reached out to touch it.
Damn!
I'm really bleeding from the nose.
Zhuang Zhou often had nosebleeds when he was young, and the doctor said it was due to rhinitis.
Later, as I grew older, it got better naturally.
But.
I'm so disappointing today!
How embarrassing!
"Young man, go to the hospital!"
"No, I'll be fine in a moment."
"Young people, please take care of your health when you're out there! Master, stop!"
"That's really not necessary. Thank you for your concern, Auntie!"
…
Got off the bus.
Zhuang Zhou went straight to the Qingshuihe Cultural Relics Market.
The place was crowded and noisy.
Good job!
It’s my first time in such a place, and I’m a little uncomfortable.
There are antique shops of all sizes, selling porcelain, old folk items, stamps and ancient coins.
There are also various old books.
Zhuang Zhou strolled around casually, as he didn't quite understand the operating model of this industry.
But Zhuang Zhou soon discovered that these shops usually had signs outside saying what items were recycled.
So Zhuang Zhou soon saw a store with quaint decoration.
There is a plaque in front of the door that says "Recovering Ancient Swords".
Zhuang Zhou looked around and found that the decoration of the store was a bit quaint, and it was obvious that the owner must have some financial resources.
"Hello sir, welcome to the 'Songhexuan' antique shop. How may I help you?"
As soon as I entered the room, a female clerk dressed in ancient style came to greet me.
This was Zhuang Zhou’s first time here, and he didn’t know how to start a conversation.
He held the sword in his hand against his chest, glanced at the various swords displayed in the glass cabinet in the room, and asked in a low voice:
"Do you recycle swords here?"
"Yes, that's right. As long as it's an ancient sword, or a high-quality imitation of an ancient sword, we will buy it."
“What about the price?”
Zhuang Zhou really doesn't understand anything.
The female clerk laughed:
"Well, it depends on the level of your item. Good ones are definitely more expensive."
As she spoke, the female clerk's eyes fell on the newspaper in front of Zhuang Zhou:
"Are you here to sell swords?"
"right."
"Is it an ancient sword? Or a high-quality imitation?"
"I'm not sure about this. It's been passed down from my ancestors for eighteen generations."
Zhuang Zhou lied.
"Haha...Is that so? Then you sit here for a while. I'll go get the boss."
After saying that, he poured a cup of tea for Zhuang Zhou, asked him to wait for a moment, and then left.
After Zhuang Zhou sat down, he still held the sword tightly against his chest.
Whether it is worth the money or not depends on what the boss says!
Don’t let me down!
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