Early the next morning, Lin Han drove to his own store first.

Thinking that Mr. Zhang hadn’t had breakfast yet, I bought some soy milk buns on the way.

As soon as I turned into the alley, I found that the store doors and windows were open.

The outside of the store is clean.

Inside the store, Mr. Zhang was cleaning the table with a duster.

Not to mention, he was dressed in a blue-gray cloth robe and had an extraordinary temperament. In this antique shop, he looked like an immortal.

Lin Han put breakfast on the table, invited Mr. Zhang to eat, and told him that he didn't need to do these rough work.

Mr. Zhang didn't take it seriously.

"I'm used to working in the countryside. Besides, I can't eat for free even if I live in your store."

Lin Han shook his head and laughed, "The money I made from your bidding picture is enough to support me for several years!"

He spoke frankly and without reservation.

When Mr. Zhang heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded subconsciously.

"There aren't many young people as honest as you these days!"

Lin Han didn't say much.

For some reason, there seemed to be a natural closeness between him and Mr. Zhang.

For some words, you can understand what the other person means without even saying much.

The two of them finished their breakfast face to face with relish.

Lin Han gave Mr. Zhang a few words of advice and was about to leave.

Mr. Zhang just pondered and nodded, and only called Lin Han when he was about to leave.

"Lin Han, if you let me stay here alone, aren't you afraid that I will run away with the things?"

Lin Han just slowed down his pace and said, "Call me if you want to eat anything for lunch."

Then he walked down the stairs as if nothing had happened and strode towards the next street.

In the Shen family antique shop, Shen Nianyi sat alone behind the counter, resting her chin on her hand, looking unhappy.

When she saw Lin Han coming in, her eyes lit up instantly, and she became more lively, like a flower that has been watered.

"Lin Han, I thought you weren't coming!"

Lin Han took a casual look.

"I haven't resigned yet, so if I don't come, you won't deduct my salary, right?"

Shen Nianyi walked up to him, stood close to him, and looked up eagerly.

"Then please don't resign, okay?"

She was wearing a low-cut dress, with her breasts tightly pressed against Lin Han's arm.

Lin Han raised his arms and hugged her.

"Then you come to my shop?"

Shen Nianyi's face turned as red as an apple, her whole body was stiff, and the shoulder that he was holding felt like it was on fire.

"No...Anyway, I'll go wherever you go."

"How can that be possible?"

"Why not?"

Shen Nianyi raised her head and looked at Lin Han lovingly, wanting to say something.

Zhou Ting suddenly walked in from outside, and the two of them didn't say anything more.

Not many people came here all morning.

As for Lin Han, Mr. Zhang called him from time to time and asked him to go back.

Yesterday's treasure appraisal conference became a huge hit after it was broadcast on the Internet and television.

People who were there to interview, sell goods, and colleagues who wanted to appreciate the works all came to the store in waves.

But when he got there, he found that the famous Lin Han was not there.

Mr. Zhang will use his discretion and push it forward if possible.

If there is something that cannot be postponed, just call Lin Han.

Shen Nianyi didn't dare to keep anyone there, so she handed the store over to Zhou Ting and went there with Lin Han.

The three of them saw off a group of TV interviewers, and then received a few people who were selling goods.

Lin Han checked the goods, Mr. Zhang encouraged him, and Shen Nianyi sorted out the accounts.

The three of them had a great understanding of each other when they worked together for the first time.

By the afternoon, the company had earned more than 400,000 yuan.

Shen Nianyi praised.

"Lin Han, your celebrity effect is amazing. The store hasn't even opened yet, but there are already so many customers!"

As he was speaking, the anxious and helpless cry of a middle-aged woman came from outside the door.

"Honey, what's wrong with you? Someone, help! "

Then, a middle-aged woman appeared at the door, dragging her husband.

The couple just sold a collection of poems here at Lin Han's place.

The poetry collection is a compiled edition from the Republic of China period. Although it is an old item, due to its age and condition, Lin Han could only give them ten thousand yuan.

The price was very reasonable, and the middle-aged woman was satisfied, but her husband looked very disappointed.

Before leaving, he covered his chest and said he felt uncomfortable.

However, everyone thought that he just couldn't accept it for the time being.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

Unexpectedly, after just a short while, the man's face turned pale and he even had difficulty walking.

Shen Nianyi and Lin Han quickly joined the woman and helped the man to the sofa.

During the process, the woman explained anxiously.

"My husband wasn't feeling well right after we left the house... I don't know anyone here. Let him lie down for a while while I call 120."

"I'll call you!" Lin Han quickly took out his cell phone and made a call.

The most feared situation when doing business.

Especially in the antique business, there are always ups and downs.

Those who have poor psychological endurance may not be able to breathe and may very likely die!

It would be fine if he was at home, but he really died in the store.

No matter whether Lin Han was right or not, he would definitely be sued!

At this critical moment, we can't drive them out.

We can only try our best to save people.

The woman was so anxious that she was running around, her face soaked with sweat. She lay in front of the man, crying and screaming.

After Lin Han finished the call, he hurried to see the man’s condition.

The man looked haggard, his face as pale as dirt, he was breathing out but not in, and he almost looked like a nobody.

Lin Han opened his eyelids and looked at his pupils.

The situation is not good, it has become a little scattered.

Mr. Zhang also looked solemn. He tapped the man's wrist and said, "It will be too late if we wait for the ambulance to arrive."

"What? Oh my God! What should I do? Please save him!"

The woman was at a loss and burst into tears at Lin Han and Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang asked Shen Nianyi to keep an eye on the woman, while he pulled Lin Han aside.

"I think he looks dangerous. Either let them leave immediately, or... No, he can't be saved!"

Lin Han looked at the woman kneeling in front of the man and couldn't bear to let her leave.

"Can't you wait for 120 to come?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head.

"It's not just a common heart attack or cerebral infarction. There must be some other disease!"

After saying this, he frowned as if he had thought of something, but then stopped talking.

"Mr. Zhang, what have you thought of?"

Mr. Zhang hesitated, but still chose to speak out:

"If I'm not mistaken, he has a disease called [black lupus]."

Black lupus?

Lin Han took a breath of cold air.

He found out about this disease after looking up information after getting the set of Hua Tuo golden needles.

At that time, the introduction to this disease left a deep impression on him.

During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, Taoism was the religion of the court. From the Jiajing Emperor to the common people, Taoism was respected.

In the sixth year of the Jiajing reign, a large number of civilians suddenly died due to practicing Taoism in the coastal areas of southern Zhejiang.

At first, people thought that the problems were caused by the homemade pills they took.

But later, people discovered that when these people died, they all had symptoms such as emaciation, vomiting blood, and stiff limbs.

Moreover, this disease is extremely dangerous. The patient may be normal one moment and then become like a ghost the next, vomiting blood and finally dying.