Dangdang shop

"Yes, yes." The concierge stared at Hu Cheng, nodded mechanically, and completely lost the posture of a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate in a high-end courtyard.

"Two, please come inside." The uncle made an inviting gesture behind the screen wall, and walked forward step by step, walking in front like a walking dead.

"Is it hypnotism?" Wang Dun asked in a low voice after following Hu Cheng.

"Almost." Hu Cheng rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk about this issue.

"Second cabinet, just leave it to me to do small things like this in the future." Wang Dun said.

"Why, do you think I'm not competent? He won't remember." Hu Cheng kept the frequency of four or six square steps unchanged, and turned to look at Wang Dun with a serious expression.

"No, because I think you don't seem to want to use this technique. In fact, this big brother is not bad. Explain to him clearly that he is here to return the things. He will let us go in every now and then. Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?" Wang Dun said cheerfully, he looked like a version of God of Wealth who lost weight and had plastic surgery.

"How do you..." Hu Cheng said half a sentence, then swallowed it back, how did Wang Dun know, people in his clan call it charm, but he never called it that, and he doesn't like it I just don't want to see my boss being scolded casually by others.

"If I'm wrong, just pretend I didn't say it and walk." Wang Dun could see that Hu Cheng didn't want to talk about this topic, and he cupped his hands very intimately to express that there is no need to get entangled, just let go of the burden and move on.

"Hmm." Hu Cheng agreed indiscriminately, as if he still wanted to say something to him.

"My lords, please wait in front of the main room. I'll go and inform you, hey." At this moment, the concierge stopped, nodded respectfully to them, and entered with a dozen cotton curtains. In the main room of the second entrance yard.

Wang Dun nodded, and stood and waited with Hu Cheng under the steps, and looked up at leisure. In fact, the layout of this house is not small. When you enter the courtyard, the hallway seems to be a study room, with small corridors on both sides. There may be a goldfish pond in a rockery before. They are all deserted now. The front of the second courtyard where they are now is the main room, which should be the main activity place of the family. There are east, west, and east wing rooms on both sides. Some vegetation can be vaguely seen in the yard, maybe it is the back garden.

"Old Wang, didn't I tell you, don't let all the smelly and smelly things go home, why can't you remember!" Just as Wang Dun was looking around for the scenery, there was a very strange noise in the main room. Polite reprimand.

"Me?" Wang Dun subconsciously pointed at himself when he heard someone calling Lao Wang, but soon he realized that he was just a glass heart, because the concierge backed out with a depressed expression on his face. Only then did Wang Dun know, It turned out to be our own.

"Are you Xiao Ming's friends? He's not here, please go your own way." The concierge Old Wang opened the curtain, and an old man walked out of the main room. He looked about five or sixty years old, and he was quite dignified without being angry. He didn't look old, but he said he was the old man because he still had the prestige of a man from the imperial capital, and his pair of tiger eyes stared closely at Wang Dun and Hu Cheng, as if he wanted to suppress the arrogance of the other party from the sight of each other.

Wang Dun wanted to answer yes, we are Xiao Ming's friends, my name is Li Lei, and this is Han Meimei, but he resisted the urge to complain and looked at the angry old bird with a smile.

The old man soon felt that he had no chance of winning. These two young people were both clean and handsome. They were different from those gawk Liuliqiuer who used to befriend his Xiaoming. His eyes were neither humble nor overbearing, this strong and sunny young man had a kind face on his face, both of them were upright, not the type to be hated.

"Grandpa, we don't know the young master of the family, but we just met by chance because of something, you see." Wang Dun said, carefully took out the string of secret opera money that had been plastic-sealed from his pocket, because Hu Cheng was in front of him, and Wang Dun subconsciously wanted him to hand it over, but Hu Cheng was completely unresponsive when he stood there, so Wang Dun remembered that he was obsessed with cleanliness in this area, so he had to walk a few steps forward in an embarrassing manner, and handed over the money. Gave it to the old man.

"Here, isn't this the bunch that the traitor stole? Oh, the room said." Sure enough, when the old man saw that they brought the things that the house thief took away, he already believed it halfway, and he had a good first impression. , I made way to the main room, and at the same time greeted the porter:

"Old Wang, ask someone to send you a pot of tall ones."

"Ah? Oh, that's it." Old Wang was standing by the side feeling resentful, a little bit unclear why he was being scolded for no reason. Hearing what the master said, he felt a little better, and hurried to the waiter to send a message.

"What do you call the two of you?" The tea was brewed, and the maidservant brought three tureen bowls, and went out quietly to close the door.

"We are guys from a pawn shop in the shopping street. When the owner saw this bunch of things, he thought they were crippled and didn't dare to accept them. Who knew that the owner who came to pawn was a little numb. Let us see the flaw, and he didn't have anything. If you dare to ask for it, just report an address and go out and turn around and disappear." Wang Dun said clearly, but he didn't say that he was the big shopkeeper who stood up for justice.

"So that's how it is. It's hard for you two to send it here." The old man sat down, stretched out his hand and opened the plastic bag, stroked the string of secret opera money, and sighed meaningfully, as if he wanted to vomit bitterness, but his face For the two young men who met by chance, they felt that it was not appropriate, especially for such two young men who looked good, compared with their own Xiaoming's drifting with the crowd.

Wang Dun used to be good at observing words and expressions, seeing that the old man seemed to want to be a hero and tearful, he winked at Hu Cheng, who was clever, nodded, and the two got up and left at the same time.

"Grandpa, this is the business card of our store. If you have something to say, please speak."

Before Wang Dun left, he did not forget to expand his business. Once there is a villain in such a big house, his son does not necessarily have to do it first. With profound experience, it is not enough for people to accept everything cheaply.

"Oh." The old man picked up the crystal reading glasses on the table, squinted his eyes and looked at the business card.

"Valuation, mortgage, release?" When the old man read the last service, he suddenly paused, and his tone immediately rose.

"Mate Wang, do you still do the business of dispelling evil spirits in your store?"

"Well, yes, there are some things that are not allowed in the antique business. In fact, we can't say whether they are evil or not, but some real things just don't deal with the aura at home. They go to the store to turn around and deal with them. If there are too many people, it will be irrelevant and unknown.”

Wang Dun's words were soft, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he was talking about players accidentally buying dirty things, and the business of the pawnshop was to help avoid bad luck.

"Then, my string of money..." The old man seemed a little embarrassed to speak, the old man in the imperial capital is like this, you play with me, I am more arrogant than you, but when I meet a reasonable master, I will be more courteous Three points, or I will not bear it in my heart.

Wang Dun saw how he hesitated to speak, and knew that the old man might be taboo about letting others know about these things at home, so he quickly comforted him.

"Old man, with all due respect, there is nothing wrong with your string of secret play money, I have already passed it on."

"Oh, it's not the string of money, it's the root of the money." The old man sighed, stood up from the main seat, and tremblingly walked into the warm pavilion next to him with the money.

"This, you?"

"Men, come in, I know you two boys are not bad people." The old man entered the warm pavilion and waved to them. He untied a bunch of old-fashioned copper keys from his neck and removed a painting on the wall. , revealing a secret door inside.

"We seem to be involved in some strange incident." Wang Dun was a little timid and didn't follow up immediately.

"What are you afraid of? Follow me." Hu Cheng did not give in to the boss, and walked in first.

"Well, it's all up to you, male god." Wang Dun consciously followed Shuaibi's buttocks into the room. It was originally a small warm room where one person read a book and took a nap, but suddenly three old men squeezed in. It was somewhat crowded, and Wang Dun shrank back to the door as much as possible, for fear that he would push against a place that should not be pushed.

"Mate Wang, give me a look. This is the source of the secret opera money." The old man poked the keyhole with a copper key, and when the secret door opened, he took out a tree more than one meter high.

"What is this?" Wang Dun suddenly felt uncomfortable when he saw the antique tree trunk.

The backbone of that thing is a statue, a statue of a human being, it should be, but this human being looks...a bit harsh.

His proportions are a bit out of balance, Conan's three-headed body, but he doesn't have that kind of cute look, instead he looks a little weird because of the overly mature facial lines, he doesn't look like a child, but a little Like a born underdeveloped... midget?

What's even more weird is that the eyes of this portrait are very wide open, but the inside is shriveled back, and even on the periphery of the eyes, I don't know what kind of carving method was used to create two blood hole-like eye sockets. It was as if his eyes had been gouged out alive!

And a pillar pierced straight out of the man's mouth, and as the pillar grew taller, branches continued to expand outward, and a string of copper coins hung on each branch.