There is a big gap between the buildings in Watson District and Haywood District. There is no such large residential building like a small community. Most of the parts on the ground are all kinds of shops gathered together. The billboards of each shop alone occupy a large area of ​​space on both sides of the street.

Some of them are like canned meat stacked together in a shopping mall. They are not uniform, but they are a bit messy.

You can also see some air plank roads at a height of more than ten meters, which made Zhu Jue involuntarily think of the scenes he saw in the ebony area of ​​Yecheng. However, the plank road here is not simple, but a European-style corridor built with bricks and tiles. If there is no outer steel frame, the style may be higher.

The elevator door opened to both sides. Zhu Jue looked at the positioning coordinates on his phone and stepped straight out.

An inclined to a convenience store on the floor. An old man with gray hair sat on the lounge chair in the window. Behind him was a half-grown child wearing VR glasses. He was turning his body from time to time, holding a colorful toy gun in his hand, making beeping sounds from time to time.

"Hello, give me any bottle of soda, it's going to be chilled."

Standing in front of the window, Zhu Jue glanced at the situation in the corridor while speaking.

Compared to the crampedness on the street just now, the situation in the building is similar to the shopping malls Zhu Jue had seen in his previous life, with various shops arranged on both sides.

“8 yuan.”

The soda handed over by the old man was filled with a brown glass bottle, which was obviously the more high-end soda in his store.

He is a business guy.

Zhu Jue took his cell phone and brushed it on the machine outside the counter. His eyes accidentally swept to the wooden rack behind the counter, and his eyes were frozen. It was a shotgun... not like a fake.

Without asking more, there are also gang problems in Shuguang City. Such places where underground is a black market, and it doesn’t seem like some weapons in these shops on the ground.

While drinking soda, I went to the right side of the floor. I didn’t walk much and saw the antique shop at the end of the floor, which had a clear difference between the decoration of the storefront and the surrounding shops.

“The old era antique shop…there’s a good name.”

Looking at the sign hanging outside the door, Zhu Jue pushed the door open and went in.

fragrant!

This is Zhu Jue’s first reaction to the smell he smelled after entering the door.

This is a fragrance similar to lavender, but with a different kind. Zhu Jue has no research on this aspect, but just subconsciously looks for the source of the fragrance, and also observes the layout in the antique shop.

I have to say that it is quite stylish.

The interior decoration is not like an antique shop in a middle and lower commercial building, whether it is the exquisite knight's armor, ceramics filled with shelves, or freehand Chinese ink paintings hanging on the walls and abstract oil paintings.

Zhu Jue's vision finally stopped at the incense burner on the counter on the left side of the old antique shop. The blue porcelain base was the bottom and the brass-colored peony pattern was the cover. Some white mist with a special fragrance rose from it.

The only strange thing is that the counter of this antique shop is located on the left side of the room, not against the door like other shops, and the right side is made of glass as the wall, which is completely arranged like the cafe Zhu Jue saw on the way he came.

"Is anyone?"

Zhu Jue shouted at the counter, and soon a middle-aged man came out from behind a door next to the counter.

His light golden short hair, retro gold wire glasses, and a brown plaid vest lined with a white shirt made him look less like a person of this era.

"I am the store manager of the old era. Is there anyone who can help you?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhu Jue's clothes and asked with a smile on his face.

"I have a few things that I want you to help me with the appraisal."

First, I took out three coins of different materials from my pocket, took them directly to the counter, and then said,

"Can you help me see what era these coins are from?"

"Of course... your three coins are a bit unusual."

The store manager picked up the gold coins, first turned on the scanner on the workbench to check, then turned on the computer next to him and started to compare the data. After the operation, he turned around and took away the remaining two pieces, and said casually.

"Is there any statement?"

Zhu Jue didn't understand the functions of those instruments, so he could only nod and asked.

"I have never seen these three coins in your hand before, and there are no similar matching objects on the ancient artifact data website..."

Turning around again, this time the store manager and the desk lamp on the workbench also brought it over and introduced Zhu Jue through the light.

"Their workmanship is very rough. When you look at the edges, they are not only not round, but are bumpy. This is obviously a manifestation of the very poor model suppression technology. So I initially concluded that it should be a product of the medieval period. When coins were created in that era, some portraits or various objects were often printed. Therefore, although there are no coin specimens that can be compared on the ancient artifacts, I can still determine that they are medieval coins. If you want to sell them, I can buy them 20,000 federal coins."

“I’m not going to sell them.”

Zhujue, who came back from Yecheng, is not short of money. These coins can be stored so much by wild boars, and it may have some special effect, so it is naturally impossible to sell them here.

But when he reached out to take back the coins, he was pressed down by the antique store manager.

Zhu Jue frowned slightly and looked up at the antique store manager, who just smiled and looked back.

The sunset settled, and the afterglow had extended from behind the floor-to-ceiling window to the front of the counter.

A man was in the afterglow, his face was quiet, and his whole body was covered with a layer of orange-red veil.

One person was behind the counter, and his chin to his forehead was reflected by incandescent lights to express a strange sense of layering.

"Sir, the price can be negotiated again. If you think 20,000 Federal coins are not enough, just quote another price. I believe you want to sell these coins, otherwise how could they be stained with oil and dust."

Perhaps because he noticed that the atmosphere began to become stiff and awkward, the store manager let go of his hand first and had a relaxed smile on his face.

The three coins that Zhu Jue specially selected were almost dirty, and he wanted to use the equipment in the antique store to inspect. He had just suspected it before, but now he confirmed his guess through the words of the antique store manager.

Is it possible for wild boars or rats to get oil stains and dust on these coins while doing something?

"Good stains and dust...I'm happy, do you have any comments?"

Zhu Jue said this very bluntly and took the three coins back into his pocket.

"Of course I have no objection. You just said you would like to appraise a few things. I wonder what else is there?"

The manager was not angry about the customer's rejection and continued to ask with a smile.

When Zhu Jue took out the prayer coupon, the manager's expression was inevitably a little disappointed. He thought the customer could come up with some good things, but he was quite dedicated to changing into a pair of mechanical glasses and checking the coupon.

"Improve it, this is not a valuable item, it's just an ordinary prayer coupon."

This shoddy paper coupon obviously cannot arouse the interest of antique shop managers, and shrugged and gave the answer.

"Is there any use? I mean in its era."

The prayer voucher that seems to be unique is actually the most curious thing Zhu Jue is to be stored so carefully that it would be unbelievable to say that Zhu Jue is meaningless.

"As the voucher says, the prayer voucher of Uzza Church, with it you can go to this church to pray. I mean a deeper prayer that can be contacted with higher status clergy."

"Thank you, I know, there's one last thing."

Zhu Jue originally planned to identify these two things, but seeing that the antique store manager seemed to know a lot of things, he thought about it and took out the silver pot he had put in his arms.

It was not the two he got in the different space, but the silver pot in the gift bag of the novice that he had drunk all the wine.

"Where did you get it!"

When I saw the silver pot for the first time, the store manager's breath suddenly became a little heavy, and even the tone of inquiring changed.

“Is it important?”

Zhu Jue, who noticed this, did not answer directly, but asked back.

"It's just curiosity, after all, this kind of silver pot is rare."

The store manager pushed the glasses on his nose awkwardly, rubbed his thumb with his silver pot, suddenly looked up at Zhu Jue and continued,

"It may take some time to identify it. You can sit there for a while. The view of the sunset passing through the corner tower in the crossblock in front is very good. I have the best tea leaves here, so I'll make you a cup of it."

At this time, the store manager somehow did not rush to make an assessment, and raised his hand to guide Zhu Jue to the other side of the window.

"No, I'm used to drinking iced soda, which makes people happy."

Zhu Jue seemed to feel tired, so he raised the bottle of soda in his hand, turned around and walked towards the window as the manager's movement.

There is only a rattan chair here, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, as if placed to see the scenery the manager mentioned. Zhu Jue reached out to put on the back of the chair and found that it was fixed to the ground.

“It’s interesting…”

Sitting straight into the rattan chair, put the bottle on the table next to him, and slowly turning the angle.

At this time, most of the sunset had fallen into the tall buildings in the distance, and only some remaining light was left below the store manager's nose.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Press the button behind the counter with your left hand and reach out to the base of the incense burner on the counter with your right hand. With just a light touch, a small hole was opened in the middle of the blue porcelain incense burner.

It happened to be opposite the rattan chair.

Whoosh~dink~

Two sounds.

The former is a sharp sound of breaking through the air, while the latter is a crisp sound of collision.

The manager smiled calmly.

"Tsk tsk tsk...Shopkeeper, your store is probably a bit dark."

Zhu Jue took back the glass bottle, looked at the steel needle that pierced into most of the bottle, and the flashing water light on it proved that it was obviously added with materials. He got up from the rattan chair and turned his head and continued to ask,

"Is this glass bottle used to connect the hidden weapon? Is it handsome?"
Chapter completed!