This matter is new. I came to my shop for a whole morning and wandered around my small shop for a long time. I also looked very professional, but I came to sell things?

My first reaction was of course a liar. In this world, liars in the antique world are no longer as they used to like to engage in so-called big scenes and pretend to be bosses.

On the contrary, the more simple and mysterious he pretends to be, the more market he has. What a pity he met was a person who was unwilling to do business and was even exempted from perfunctory and curiosity, so he was too lazy to listen to what he was going to say next.

So, when he said this, I wiped my face and said casually: "Brother, you can save money by selling things. The small business and working capital are all under the pressure. I'm waiting to open it, and then receive the goods."

My words basically blocked all the retreat routes because I just expressed one thing - no money.

I thought that after I said this, the middle-aged man would retreat, but he didn't want to. He kept looking around and even seemed a little embarrassed. He suddenly turned his head and looked at me and smiled.

I didn't care much at first, thinking about whether the negotiation between Lao Zhou and the female ghost would go smoothly in the evening. I swear I just saw the middle-aged man's smile from the corner of my eyes, but I felt frightened inexplicably and suddenly stood behind the counter.

That smile was so mysterious. I didn't believe that in the real world, in the real world, I could see such a smile as a mysterious character in the anime, and suddenly it was filled with some unknown and conspiracy.

My heartbeat, who has always been insensitive to the good and bad things, suddenly accelerated. Outside the shop, the originally gloomy but still strangely bright sky suddenly disappeared, making people feel like it turned into a storm-like scene, flashing behind the man and becoming the background reflecting his strange smile.

‘dong’’ ‘dong’’ ‘dong’’ my heartbeat was inexplicably beating. I could hear it clearly, but I was a little lost, as if someone deliberately disrupted my thoughts at this moment, making it impossible to concentrate at all, and could not remember this scene.

Is it the call of fate that finally came? In such a chaotic moment, I didn't understand why this thought arose in my mind, and it was particularly clear.

Five years ago, the afternoon when the sunset was setting in the distance and the drizzle was coming in front of me clearly.

"Master, do you really want me to go down the mountain, and you are not allowed to step into the mountain gate again in the future?"

"Master"

"Yes, am I not saying it clearly enough? Why don't I leave?" It was obviously a face that wanted to pretend to be impatient, but the eyes could not hide their feelings and reluctance.

The master at that time may not know that the eyes he had inadvertently revealed over the past five years were the only hope that had supported me for so many years.

"I won't leave, what did I do wrong? Do you have to drive me down the mountain? I want to meet my senior brother."

"Your senior brother, you don't have to see you anymore. Don't worry about what you should pay attention to after he goes down the mountain. I also told you in detail last night. Let's go."

"I won't leave. If you insist on me leaving, then you can kick me down the mountain."

The drizzle that day seemed to have wet all memories, so that when I think about it now, everything has a bit of dampness, including my eyes, with a damp smell, and a unique sourness and heat.

The call of fate is here? Why do you think of the scene when you go down the mountain when this sentence appears? Is there any connection between it?

Unfortunately, I couldn't think at all because at that moment, my feelings were knocked down and broken.

"Brother, you opened such an antique shop at a young age. There are so many good products in the shop. The financial capital is not bad. Are you sure you don't want to buy it?" When I was almost lost, a sudden voice suddenly brought me back to reality. The scene of the storm and strange smile just now suddenly broke.

In a trance, I looked outside the store again, it was still gloomy, but there was a strange sky. The person in front of me had a smile that was almost pleasing and humble, and there was no strange smile.

"I don't want it." I subconsciously refused, but the next moment I recalled the scene just now, my muscles were tight, I stared at the visitor very cautiously, and I shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

A strangeness flashed in the eyes of the visitor, but it seemed to be panic and puzzled. Then he bent down, as if he was begging me, saying, "Brother, you?" However, while speaking, I noticed that at some point, something had been placed on my counter, covered with black cloth.

When did he come to me? He put such an object on my counter again? When I was just lost my mind? Could it be that everything I saw just now was an illusion?

My mood is indescribable, as if a story has begun. Since Lao Zhou broke into my shop at noon that day, it has been unveiled. So, my life will be uneasy from now on, and more and more strange events will break into my life.

Isn’t the hallucination that I have when this middle-aged man appears?

Thinking of this, I took out a lighter from the counter. The cold touch from the metal made my heart slightly calmer. I used to pop the lighter off with a "bang" and wiped the grinding wheel. The bright flames lit up, just like a touch of hope in the dark night bringing light, and at the same time bringing peace.

In the reflection of the fire, the middle-aged man's smile became more and more humble and the strange feeling of pleasing to please him could not be removed.

I took out a cigarette from my shirt pocket and lit it with the fire. When the smoke rose, I turned off the lighter with a "splash". My mood had completely calmed down. In short, it was a blessing, not a disaster, but a disaster. I would rather do as I thought.

In this mood, I looked up at the middle-aged man's eyes and said, "I was embarrassed just now. I remembered the incident of "taking medicine" (accused of buying fakes on antiques). I was in a bad mood and was a little lost."

While speaking, I took out another cigarette and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Oh, oh," the middle-aged man showed a smile of understanding when he heard this. He was taken over the cigarette and held it in his mouth. His yellow teeth were a little dazzling, but it didn't give people a very dirty feeling. He reached out and touched the thing covered by the black cloth, lit the cigarette I gave him through my fire, and took a deep breath, then said: "Brother, do you think I am a liar?"

"No, who can't be too careful in this industry? After all, every time you go in and out is generally not a small number." I dealt with it perfunctorily and rubbed the lighter in my hand. In fact, both me and him should understand that these are just some kind of scene, but we have to say it.

"That's the same reason, but what I want to say is that I am a person who is wise. If a person doesn't treat me, even if I have a broken iron in my hand, I won't sell it at a high price. If that person matches my opinion, even if I have a rare treasure in my hand, I can still sell it at a loss. Sometimes, even if I give it away for free." The middle-aged man said it very seriously.

But I don't know why, I always feel a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Haha." I lowered my head and laughed. However, the smoke wrapped in my mouth did not suck in. Instead, I raised my head and vomited a smoke ring, indicating that I was not right. Just because these words were very "touching", it was almost becoming a common saying in the antique world. For example, when buying and selling things, I would say this when I saw someone saying this, but I would have to take the conversation seriously, but I was stupid even though we were just talking about the scene, I had to act in this scene really, right?

"Brother, do you think I was joking?" The middle-aged man was serious, biting the cigarette I handed him, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his eyes were like needles, and they were about to pierce my heart.

"I'm just curious, why did you come to me and what do you want to sell me? I said, I don't have much liquidity here, I'm afraid I can't afford it." I said with a smile, for some reason, but as I talked, my heart gradually calmed down.

"Let me see what I want to sell first? This is a peerless treasure for me." As I spoke, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled away the black cloth of the thing placed on my counter.

And my eyes turned to it involuntarily. When I saw the thing on it, I couldn't help but yell,
Chapter completed!