i can restore all antiques

Chapter 1 Come to ask for debt

Nanfeng City, Antique Street.

Chen Bufei, who collected the tattered things for a day, pedaled his dilapidated tricycle and hurried back to his shop.

Today I ran around here and there all day, but I only made a hundred dollars.

Standing in front of the shop, looking at the old plaque with the three big characters of Golden Drum Tower written on it, Chen Bufei couldn't help sighing.

He was originally a disciple of a family of antiques. His mother died young, and his father managed an antique shop in Nanfeng Ancient City. Unexpectedly, two years ago, his father made a big business, lost all the money, and then ran away.

At that time, Chen Bufei was still in college. After getting the news, all he was left with was an empty shop and a sky-high debt.

Chen Bufei, who has lost his studies and has no start-up capital to start a business, should find someone in his class. The group of debt collectors always find him to settle accounts, so now he can only collect scraps and sell some money to cover his stomach.

This place that once brought me infinite pride has almost become my burden now.

He also clearly remembered that two years ago, the various shelves in the Golden Drum Tower were filled with Qin bronzes, white marble, Tang calligraphy and paintings, Song porcelain and other antique calligraphy and paintings.

That was the most glorious moment of the Golden Drum Tower.

Today, the store is already empty, and even the sandalwood shelves and jade countertops have been carried away by the creditors. The remaining Golden Drum Tower is basically an empty shell.

But when I came back today, the gate of the Golden Drum Tower was open, so Chen Bufei couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

He is the only one living here now, and every time he goes out, he will lock the door. Could it be that he forgot to close the door when he left in the morning?

After Chen Bufei opened the door and walked in, he glanced at the scenery inside, and his face sank involuntarily.

In the empty hall, a few gangster-looking people were smoking cigarettes, throwing cigarette butts all over the floor. When they heard the sound, they all looked at Chen Bufei who pushed the door and entered jokingly.

The leading man, whom Chen Bufei knew, was one of his creditors, brother Liudao.

Chen Bufei walked over quickly and said with a smile: "Brother Liu Dao, what kind of posture are you doing?"

Brother Liudao is a middle-aged man with an inch-cut head. He has a slanting scar on his face. His face is expressionless. He looks calmer than the gangster next to him. At the same time, he has a more ruthless temperament.

He slowly walked to Chen Bufei's side: "You leave early and return late, when can you pay back the money?"

Chen Bufei hurriedly said: "Give me a few more months, brother Liudao, if I run away, the monk can't run away from the temple, and I will definitely pay back."

Brother Liudao nodded, then shook his head: "Your "temple" is indeed okay, but brother, I'm running out of money recently, and I need money urgently. Tell me, what should I do?"

"I have a little more here, you can spend it first." Brother Liudao hadn't finished speaking, Chen Bufei quickly took out all the money on his body, and handed it over respectfully.

He just sold out the waste products today, and the pile of money in his hand was scattered, all of which were dim notes, and the sum was only a few hundred yuan at most.

Brother Liudao glanced at it for a while, then stopped looking at it, and didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something.

His pair of triangular eyes looked at Chen Bufei's body like a poisonous snake, and Chen Bufei felt flustered when he saw this kind of eyes.

He knew some rumors about Brother Liudao in Jianghu. The source of Brother Liudao's nickname was that in an underground brawl, he rushed into the local crowd without fear of death, and even slashed the opponent's boss six times.

In the end, he was seriously injured, and the boss of the opponent died!
This is a ruthless character who has really seen blood!

Seeing that brother Liudao stopped talking, the group of gangsters next to him started booing.

"It's just such a small amount of money, why are you sending beggars?"

"Brothers have been sitting in your dilapidated store for a whole day, you don't even have enough money for cigarettes!"

"Boy, do you still hide money on your body, take it out honestly."

……

Listening to these words, Chen Bufei's face was full of bitterness, and he murmured: "Brothers, I only have..."

Before he finished speaking, brother Liudao suddenly moved and kicked him.

Chen Bufei didn't expect such a thing to happen at all, he didn't react, he was kicked hard on the stomach, and the whole person suddenly curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

Brother Liudao didn't stop, he continued to come over and grabbed Chen Bufei's hair suddenly, and knocked his head hard on the bluestone ground a few times, the bright red blood immediately flowed down Chen Bufei's cheeks.

The group of gangsters next to him were also taken aback by brother Liudao, and their booing was much quieter.

"Boy, I'll give you three days to pay the 20 you owe, otherwise, your shop will belong to me Liudao, understand?" Brother Liudao put his head close to Chen Bufei's face and growled road.

Chen Bufei looked at him and knew that most of his visits today were for this store.

The location of this store is relatively remote, the floor area is not large, and the inside is empty, but it is also worth 60 to [-].

However, this store is also his only thought.

Not to mention five or six million, even if it was five or six million, Chen Bufei would not sell it. Thinking of this, his expression was completely cold, and he didn't speak, just looked at Brother Liudao like that.

Brother Liudao sneered when he saw this, and knocked Chen Bufei's head to the ground severely.

This blow was quite violent, and there was a muffled sound on the bluestone floor.

Some gangsters have already come over to persuade them, they are just asking for money, but Brother Liudao's posture is going to kill him.

Chen Bufei still looked at Brother Liudao coldly, but this time, his eyes flickered a few times, and he passed out after all.

Brother Liudao looked at Chen Bufei, and then slapped him several times with his hand to confirm that he really passed out.

He has a lot of tricks, but it is not enough to use them on a comatose person, and immediately spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, throwing Chen Bufei back to the ground.

Then, he greeted a group of younger brothers, and swaggered out of the gate of the Golden Drum Tower.

In the hall of the Golden Drum Tower, tranquility has returned.

No one saw that the blood on Chen Bufei's head slowly flowed to his chest, and a piece of ancient jade worn on his chest absorbed the blood and suddenly emitted a lustrous light.

"Ding, the god-level repair system is being activated!"

"The host Chen Bufei has been detected, the system is binding..."

"Ding, the binding is successful."

"It is detected that the host Chen Bufei is injured, the injury assessment is level three, it is being repaired, and the points will be deducted..."

Chen Bufei felt that there was a deep darkness in front of him, but it was very comfortable, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and his whole body was very relaxed.

After an unknown amount of time, his nose continued to itch, Chen Bufei sneezed involuntarily, and then he woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful face with willow-leaf eyebrows, an oval face, and bright eyes as bright as stars.

(End of this chapter)