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"Well, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me." After the migrant worker put away these things, he quickly put them in the box, and did not hold Lynch responsible, and hurriedly left.

Lynch just saw a rough idea, as if it were some wooden sticks, which had been trimmed into very strange shapes, and these wooden sticks seemed to have some kind of spiritual energy, which was very strange, and they were obviously not ordinary things.

Now seeing the other person's nervous look, I guess some good baby must be wrong.

"You have a minor injury on your arm, so I'd better treat you. Don't worry, I won't be greedy for you." Lynch said, pinching his arm and lit it a few times.

The migrant worker only felt a warm stream of his arms coming, which was very comfortable, but then he stopped hurting.

"Thank you, young man. Please ask, how to get to the antique street nearest?" Seeing this, the migrant worker felt a little wary.

"You seem to have walked past, and the Antique Street is still in front. I'll take you there..." Lynch looked at it. There seemed to be no decent hotel here. It's better to go to the ones in front. And he wanted to see what kind of treasure this migrant worker is.

"That's so thankful. I have to rush back to the hospital before it gets dark, otherwise it will be too late. Please hurry up." said the migrant worker.

"Okay, let's go here with fewer people." Lynch looked anxious when he saw him. It seemed that he was going to sell things on the antique street here, waiting for the money to treat people.

At this moment, Lynch was not slowing down, and took migrant workers to the crowd, and then came to the antique street that he had just passed by.

This antique street looks a little deserted than a pedestrian street. Even when it is time to be lively, there are not many people coming here to visit.

But there are really many antique merchants who open a store here.

As the saying goes, if you don’t open for three years, you can eat for three years.

There is really no depth in the business of buying and selling antiques. Sometimes you can use it for a lifetime if you find a treasure.

Of course, this kind of thing is not common. People who want to buy it at a high price are not fools. The owners here are all humans, and the abacus is clamoring.

For example, now, this migrant worker has walked into the Antique Street, a pretty grand store.

"Boss, see how much is this thing worth?" The migrant worker placed the box on the counter.

This boss is tall and thin, with a scathing eyebrow, and he is obviously a profitable businessman.

"Let me see it first." The boss looked at the migrant worker.

"Okay, boss, this is my ancestral treasure. If there was no urgent matter, I wouldn't have taken it out and sold it." The migrant worker said, opening his wooden box, revealing a wooden stick of strange shape.

Lynch was curious and looked inside.

I saw that some of these wooden sticks were about the length of their arms, some were only the thickness of their thumbs, and they were of different shapes. They were also inlaid with steel sheets and something similar to beef tendons. There was about a dozen, and there was indeed a little spiritual energy on them. He didn't read it wrong just now.

"Aren't the wood in your box just some purple-shirted wood?" the boss glanced at it.

"Boss, this is not an ordinary purple-shirted wood. It is said that the history is very long and our family has been passed down for a long time." The migrant worker said anxiously.

"Is that true?" The boss took out his magnifying glass and wore gloves. He looked very professional and watched these purple shirts for a while. Finally, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Your purple shirts have a very long history and are well preserved, but they are all loose pieces, which seem to be incomplete and ordinary, and are basically of no value."

"How is it possible, boss, our ancestors are said to be the guards of the emperor. These things are all from them, or the rewards they received. Have you read them wrong?" The migrant workers didn't believe the boss's words.

The main reason is that this migrant worker is very sure that it is indeed an antique. When it was passed down from ancestors, he must keep it well. If it weren't for money to treat the disease today, he wouldn't have sold it!

The antique shop owner laughed and said, "I didn't say that your thing is fake, but there are many kinds of antiques, and some are not suitable for collection. If you are made by celebrities, then there is no need to say the price, so I will naturally rush to ask for it. But these are some scattered wood parts. I don't even know anything. What price can I offer you?"

"This, this..." The migrant worker was stunned. He looked at the things in the box and his expression became dim. These things were indeed just some parts. They had not made it for several generations. What was the use of them?

"Let's do this, I think you've come from all the way, and there's something urgent to do. Otherwise, I'll just be kind and give you five hundred yuan in errands. I'll take this thing down." The boss looked reluctant.

In fact, although this thing is incomplete and seems to be of no use, it is an antique with a long history, and the rest and decorations on it are very finely carved. If you really find out, it is an antique from which dynasty it is, it still has certain collection value.

But the migrant worker is anxious and dull, so the boss naturally wants to take down this thing with the least amount of money.

"Five hundred yuan, this is too little, it's not enough for me to pay the medical expenses. Boss, are you fooling me?" The migrant worker pulled the box tightly.

Hearing this, the boss seemed to be insulted, and beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Brother, I am doing an honest business. Go to the nearby area to ask, my store is absolutely fair, you can never cheat anyone, see if the certificates on my store are not available. This is issued by the Antique Street Management Committee, a five-star credit store..."

The certificate was also stamped on it and hung in the most conspicuous place. I don’t know whether it is true or false.

The boss spitted and said, "Forget it, if you don't sell it, go to another place. I can only pay this price for this thing. To be honest, I would even dislike using it as firewood in other places."

Seeing the boss's performance, the migrant worker became a little confused. Could this thing be really worthless?

"Boss, can you give me a thousand?" the migrant worker gritted his teeth and said.

"One thousand is too expensive. My son needs money to go to school. It's not easy for everyone. In this way, I will give you at most eight hundred." The boss looked so mad.

After some bargaining, it was finally decided to make a deal of 880 yuan. The boss said it was for good luck, but the smile at the corner of his eyes could not be covered up. He thought to himself that he was another fool!

Lynch looked at it for a while and suddenly looked stunned. He felt that there seemed to be some connection between these scattered wooden sticks, and it should be able to piece together a complete thing.

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