Dragons: Lu Mingfei’s Sims

Chapter 221 Lin Fenglong (please subscribe!!!)

It's still raining.

The raindrops fell down from the sky like strings, and finally shattered on the stone pavement of Liulichang Street.

This kind of weather is really not suitable for going out. Even taking a car is a little inconvenient, not to mention it is a human-powered three-wheeler that is so dirty.

Caesar didn't know what made him come to this street in such a car.

The human-powered three-wheeler is an upgraded version of the old BJ rickshaw, but instead of being pulled by people, it is now pedaled by people.

The red curtain above the head was covered with a layer of transparent tarpaulin, as was the young man pedaling. He was wearing a white linen vest underneath, revealing his copper-colored tendons. The old BJ cloth shoes under his feet were full of wind, and beads of sweat were steaming on his skin. The transparent raincoat turned white.

Just looking at the back, Caesar felt that the experience was worth it, and he had to pay an extra two hundred in tip.

Both sides of this street are lined with retro blue brick buildings, and in front of each door there are signs with gold letters on a black background such as "Baocui Hall" and "Chongwen Mansion".

The human-powered three-wheeler whirred past them and finally stopped in front of a sheep intestine alley.

"Feng Shui Kanyu?"

Caesar put away his umbrella and looked around. There were large and small tables and wooden boxes in the room, which seemed to be of some age. There were also thread-bound books, Tang Sancai, and clockwork frogs.

After looking around, Caesar decided to just leave the umbrella by the door.

"Uh, this."

Lin Fenglong said it with certainty.

"Young people are just impatient. Why don't you drink hot tea to warm yourself up on a rainy day?"

While wondering when this mysterious shop owner will arrive.

The boss pulled out a bench and said, "Sit down, it's not an easy trip. I'll make a pot of tea."

Lin Fenglong smiled and held up a cup of hot tea.

Caesar whispered the name and said that Cao Cao had arrived, and a man opened the curtain and came from the back room.

Lin Fenglong became anxious when he heard this. He picked up the ancient book and turned to a page: "The content of this book is different from the handed down "Tianbian Dichao"! It contains a large section about Kanyuology."

The two of them sat across from each other, and the boss quickly boiled water and made tea, warmed the pot, ironed the cups, filled the tea, brewed the tea, poured the foam on top, washed the tea, washed the cups, divided the cups, and poured.

Caesar frowned as he watched the purple clay pot and porcelain cup flying up and down like flowers in the hands of this old European man.

"Don't look at me like that, we are trading partners, aren't we?"

Caesar couldn't help but think to himself and sighed:

"Exactly, the boss's outfit is really special!"

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Caesar also watched a few episodes of "Treasure Appraisal" during his free time in the past two days, and learned new words.

Lin Fenglong's eyes widened: "Do you know the "Burial Sutra"? Buried people hide and take advantage of the vitality."

Her hair is as brilliant as gold, and her back looks like the sunshine suddenly shining into the alley on a rainy day.

Lin Fenglong indeed has the aura of the "National Treasure Gang" with invincible confidence. He puffs out his chest like a hawker at a stall: "There is an old saying in China: a true message is a sentence, a false message is thousands of books! I don't know if you have heard of it."

"Perhaps the coachman looks at me the same way."

"This is Kanyuology! Do you need any other reason?"

"Hey! You're being superficial. Feng Shui is not for you to rob tombs! It's called gazing, and it's for finding dragons' acupoints!"

Lin Fenglong was stunned: "Huh?"

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He took the cup and completed the subsequent steps of the tea ceremony: smelling the aroma and tasting the tea.

I don’t know whether I was happy or not, I just know that the scene suddenly became deserted for a few seconds.

Caesar looked at him coldly and said nothing.

"Mr. Caesar Gattuso?"

The strong young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the red notes handed over in a daze.

Lin Fenglong rubbed his nose and lowered his voice unnaturally: "I'm sure the clues are hidden inside, but maybe I don't have enough blood or knowledge to find it for decades."

The boss looked at him with wide eyes, his body straightened up, giving people a relaxed feeling.

"reason."

"What does this have to do with finding the remains of the Dragon King?"

When I looked up again, I saw that the generous foreign guy had already walked into the alley holding an umbrella.

This dress, this sign, this craftsmanship.

Caesar said calmly: "What is the use of this piece of art you are selling?"

"There must be a connection!"

Caesar didn't reply, but carefully read the contents inside.

Caesar was noncommittal: "People of the bright side don't tell secrets. The money and goods are clear. I'll take the things and leave."

Caesar saw that the position touched by the old finger was only a few pages away from the bottom page, and his face darkened: "You want to sell this little content for five million US dollars?"

He immediately closed the book and said, "Refund the money."

"This is a real deal!"

"Thank you!"

"Hey, each other."

It doesn't look like acting.

Caesar didn't speak, but Lin Fenglong understood.

Lin Fenglong wrapped the booklet in cloth and handed it to Caesar.

Although Caesar had never heard it before, he immediately understood the meaning of this sentence and asked: "Have you understood the 'true inheritance'?"

"I never said I wanted to find the dragon's acupoint."

"For the same reason, even if a dragon dies, it must be buried! It must be buried better! It must be buried better! It must be buried and it screams louder!"

Watching Lin Fenglong slowly open the cloth bag, revealing a book with rough edges, a handwritten copy, the pages have turned yellow due to its age, with four ink characters written on it: "天波地典".

Caesar thought, looking at Lin Fenglong dancing happily, and said: "But what I am looking for is unusual. It may not be buried."

This umbrella is very particular, and the young man can tell. It is Ruoshuitang's oil-paper umbrella from Gulou in DC District. It has 72 and a half steps of workmanship and is durable. It has been passed down for thousands of years. He is a know-it-all.

Phoenix Hall.

It is a notebook of strange things.

He took out a batik blue cloth bag from the bottom of a box.

He explained to Lin Fenglong thoughtfully: "They are private collectors who are very persistent and confident in their own collection ideas, and will firmly regard the fakes they find as national treasures."

"To put it simply, people must be buried when they die. They must be buried well and have the yin and yang energy that changes everything in the world, which is called anger."

"The guests have arrived!"

Caesar's eyes narrowed. Although he came prepared, he saw such a standard-looking European speaking an authentic Beijing movie, holding a pair of luminous iron bladders in his hands, and wearing sandalwood beads on his wrists. The appearance of Chuan was also stunned for a few seconds and he couldn't explain this strange feeling.

"Lin Fenglong"

The old man didn't appear here for no reason, but rather he seemed to have lived here for a long, long time.

The young man came to his senses, raised his hands and said a neat auspicious word, put the money in his pocket and left, leaving faster than when he came.

"There is a deal."

The two drank a cup of tea slowly, and then Lin Fenglong slowly stood up and closed the door.

"You sound like a genuine 'National Treasure Gang'."

The upper body is a blue Chinese-style shirt, with one-inch wide white sleeves rolled up, the lower body is casual pants, and a pair of Beijing-style "tiao" are stepping on the feet.

Lin Fenglong said firmly.

"Also, since you are the heir chosen by the Gattuso family, you should be more capable than me. If you take it back and study it slowly, maybe you will understand it after a few days? Wouldn't everyone be happy?"

He only thought of these two words for a long time, which felt appropriate and polite.

"No, no, no, this manuscript is not ordinary."

"An ancient book?"

<divclass="contentadv">Caesar was surprised.

This must be a book of many gods.

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At this moment, Caesar felt that the five million US dollars was not worth it.

"I heard that BJ's is very lively these days."

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Lin Fenglong was stunned, then smiled and rubbed his hands: "It can be used, it can be used!"

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