The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 434 Buying Books
"Mystery shop? Is this the shop?"

"You don't know this store?"

Hearing this, Wickham shook his head and said.

"I don't know. Wei Gangmu was wandering in the street and found this shop by accident. Out of curiosity, he came in to have a look."

"That's right, you are a mortal, it's normal not to know."

Zhang Hao nodded.

"If you really want to see it, go in and buy it yourself. But, well, you better not have too much hope. The possibility of buying it is very small."

"Why? Could it be that this book is expensive? Sir, don't worry, although Mr. Wei is just an ordinary person, he has been an official in the court for many years. He still has some savings, so I guess this book is still affordable."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao couldn't help but rolled his eyes, come on, this is not something Lingshi can solve, otherwise this place would have been buried by Lingshi long ago
"Forget it, forget it, I'm too lazy to explain to you, go in and see for yourself, whether you can buy it or not depends on whether you have the fate, by the way, remember, there are rules in the store, which must not be violated, otherwise, I may I can’t save you, and I’m not interested in saving you.”

Although he didn't quite understand Zhang Haoguang's words, Wei Hanmo nodded and thanked him, before walking into the store. ,
At this time, there were still a few people in the rest area of ​​the store, each of them was holding the same book and reading it. Their expressions could be described as quite serious. With Zhang Hao's reminder, Wei Hanmo first looked up at the book on the wall. After Taizhi understood the various principles, he walked lightly to the back of the shelf and found the book of three hundred Tang poems.

Wei Hanmo reached out and took out a book, and slowly opened it. As expected, it was still blank.

It seems that, as Mr. Gangben said, the items in this store are extremely magical, with certain restrictions, and only those who buy them can read them. Wei Hanmo looked up at the price and was shocked.

A thousand spirit stones!This price, in this Baihu City, is probably enough to sell a store for several years_it is the kind in a prosperous area outside the earth.

And in this store, it was just money for a collection of poems? At this moment, Wei Hanmo even had the idea of ​​turning around and leaving, but this thought was fleeting. Thinking of the poem just now, and thinking about the same level There are actually three hundred masterpieces in this collection of poems.

Thinking about it this way, Wei Hanmo immediately didn't think that a thousand spirit stones were very expensive. If he could read such an excellent work as Lan Baishou, let alone a thousand spirit stones, even if it was ten thousand spirit stones, as long as he had it, he would have nothing to lose. Taking it out without hesitation is worthwhile for real readers.

It's just a pity for me. Over the years, all I have saved is just over 1000 spirit stones. After buying this "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty", my life will be a bit difficult in the future.

Wei Hammo smiled wryly, picked one from the shelf, and then took out the only one thousand spirit stones, and went to the counter to pay.

At this time, Wen Twelve was sitting behind the counter. Xia Yunshu went upstairs to cook. Let him watch for a while. Wen Twelve found that he couldn't live without the recliner. After looking at the counter for a while, he couldn't help but move the recliner over. .

Wei Hanmo walked to the counter and gently placed the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in his hand on the counter.

"boss."

Hearing this, Wen Twelve didn't even open his eyes. He waved his hands casually and said lazily.

"Go to the membership card platform to buy, and the products in the store can only be purchased by acquaintances."

"what?"

Wickham was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"You open a shop to sell things and still have this kind of research?"

Seeing that Wen Twelve didn't answer, he tightened the thousand spirit stones in his hand and approached the counter.

"Boss, I really like this collection of poems. Please sell it to me. I just heard a young man outside the door reciting it. Although I only heard a short poem, Wei thought it was really a masterpiece. But what's wrong with you in this store? The commodities are all miraculous, and Wei cannot borrow them, but when I think that there are hundreds of such masterpieces in front of me, I can't appreciate them. They are really like cat's claws, and my heart is itching! I hope the shopkeeper will fulfill Wei's wishes Please, please sell me this collection of poems."

Well, why is this so like a child who finds a toy he likes but can't afford it?
Wen Twelve raised his eyelids and glanced at Wickham.

"What short poem did you hear?"

"I heard from the young master that it seems to be called "Quiet Night Thoughts""

""Quiet Night Thoughts"?"

After hearing the words, Wen Twelve became interested and continued to ask.

"What do you think of this poem?
"This poem is about the feeling of missing my hometown on a quiet moonlit night. The first two sentences of the poem are about the specific environment of the poet when he is a guest in a foreign country. The white frost is clear, and it is the clear autumn night scene that describes the moon with frost."

As soon as Wei Hanmo talked about the poem itself, it was like opening a chatterbox, talking non-stop, but was finally interrupted by Wen Twelve.

"Then what kind of person do you think the author of this poem is?"

"Well, I've only heard this one, and Wei doesn't dare to judge other people's character, but when he wrote this poem, the poet must have been wandering abroad, suffering from lovesickness. Those who have really experienced it, upon hearing this poem, I will remember that time.”

Wen Twelve smiled lightly, shook his head, closed his eyes and lay down again, and said softly.

"This collection of poems, take it away."

Hearing this, Wei Hanmo was overjoyed, thanked him again and again, put down the thousand spirit stones, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Take away the spirit stone, this book is for you."

"Huh? Why?"

Wei Hanmo was taken aback, and looked back, only to see that Wen Twelve had no intention of responding to him. After hesitating for a moment, he did not hesitate to take back the thousand spirit stones, bowed to Wen Twelve, then turned and left. go.

After Wei Hanmo left, Wen Twelve hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled softly.

"Ordinary literati are interesting."

At this time, outside the door, seeing Wei Hanmo coming out with a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", Zhang Hao was stunned and said subconsciously.

"Damn, you really bought it?"

"It was all gifted to Wei by the kindness of the shopkeeper, and I would like to thank you for your guidance. Wei is very yearning for the poems in the book. I really can't wait to read it, so I will leave first. Thank you, and see you again!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Hanmo carefully held the poetry collection in his hand, and hurried out of the alley.Yue sent Wei Hanmo away, Zhang Hao looked down at the three hundred Tang poems in his hand, scratched his head, stepped into the store, walked straight to the counter, and said with a distressed expression.

"Boss Wen, what is the purpose of this collection of poems? I've been reading it for a long time and I still don't have any reaction."

Wen Twelve shook his head and said slowly.

"Read it by yourself, and slowly realize it."

"Come on, Boss Wen, I'm already a regular customer after all. Can you give me some hints? Shopkeeper? Shopkeeper?"

"Oh! Come on, I'd better go back and figure it out on my own."

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