antique masters in modern times

Hearing that someone was willing to repay 5 yuan for a stranger, everyone present was extremely surprised.People couldn't help looking back, only to see a tall young man coming out of the crowd.

When he walked up to the crowd and saw his face clearly, everyone was stunned again.

There is no other reason, this young man is really dressed too out of line.

The brim of the black casual hat was extremely low, covering the eyes, only revealing the straight bridge of the nose and slightly protruding thin lips.On the left earlobe, two broken yellow diamonds reflect dazzling light in the sunlight.

He was wearing a red double-breasted Tang suit with the hem hanging down to the instep, with black trousers and cloth shoes inside.Tang suits do not have the usual dragon patterns, group flowers and other decorations, but a huge spider is embroidered on the back alone. The stitches are delicate and lifelike, which makes many people feel chills in their hearts.

The most eye-catching thing is his long hair, which is tied high into a ponytail and reaches waist length.The hair is as smooth as satin, blowing in the wind, flying on the mountaineering bag on his side, and a big red tick logo is looming.

This attire is neither Chinese nor Western, and most likely it would look nondescript like a clown if worn on others.But the young man is tall and slender, with a chicness in his steps that no one else can imitate, coupled with the faintly handsome smile on the corners of his lips, he looks very harmonious and unique.

In this era, people in mainland China still wore basic styles such as shirts, vests, and cotton-padded jackets, and the colors were mainly dark colors.Occasionally, a little girl who loves beauty wears a floral skirt, and the old-fashioned gossips will point to her back and make irresponsible remarks, calling her enchanting and immoral.People have never seen this young man's attire, let alone in real life, and they have never seen it in foreign movies broadcast on TV, so they couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

In the huge garden, only Yan You remained calm.There is no other reason. When Western artifacts first flooded into the country in large quantities, he had seen many weirder outfits than this one: suits with long gowns, cheongsams made of fluffy western dresses, long gowns with mandarin jackets with civilized sticks and white gloves... Although these exotic costumes are only a flash in the pan, Yan You still remembers them vividly. When he sees young people right now, he is naturally immune.

And unlike the others, his gaze swiveled on the young man's face, and then fell on the palm of his hand: the fingers are slender, but the joints are a bit thick, and there are many light-colored scars on the palm and back of the hand.This is clearly the hand of a martial arts practitioner, this young man... Could it be that the martial arts disciples came forward to fight for him?

The young man turned a blind eye to the strange stares from others, walked to the messy stall, and asked with a smile, "How much should he pay you back?"

"Why, do you really want to pay it back for him?" The stall owner looked this weird young man up and down, thinking that the new clothes on the other side were of good quality, he must be a rich owner, maybe he was really willing to pay, so he licked his lips , Said: "Not much, 5 yuan."

Hearing this, people ignored the surprised young man's attire, and once again booed the stall owner for his brazenness.

"Fifty thousand? It's really not much."

Hearing the young man's answer, the stall owner immediately beamed with joy.Unexpectedly, the young man paused, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "How much management fee do you pay a month?"

"Ten yuan." The stall owner blurted out, and then became vigilant: "Why are you asking this?"

"That's strange." The young man put on a very puzzled look: "According to Panjiayuan's regulations, if the total monthly turnover is less than 3000 yuan, a management fee of [-] yuan will be charged. Your maximum transaction volume is [-] yuan, and the goods are worth [-] yuan? "

Only then did the stall owner know the way of the young man, and hurriedly yelled at them angrily: "Can't I stock up and sell slowly? It turns out that I came here for entertainment, so let's go!"

The young man's slender legs didn't even move: "Sell three thousand a month, but stock more than ten times the amount. This boss is so rich, why should he set up a stall in the wind and sun? Isn't it more profitable to run a store?"

Being heckled by the young man, no matter how thick-skinned he is, the stall owner couldn't continue to argue with his words, and bowed his head with his face flushed and remained silent.

Seeing that the young man left the profiteer speechless with just a few words, everyone felt relieved.Yan You also said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. for speaking out."

In the days since he came to modern times, he found that the current government office is not as corrupt as in the past. He originally wanted to ask the police to come forward to coordinate the solution.With this young man who is familiar with the rules of the market, there is no need to trouble.

However, he didn't expect people to really pay for him.In his opinion, the words of paying are just a gimmick, the purpose is to expose the stall owner.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." The young man said with a pun, and then hooked his finger at the stall owner: "You, come here."

"What, what are you doing?" The stall owner, who was deeply ashamed, didn't want to go there, but when he saw the stern eyes of the young man through the brim of his hat, he suddenly felt guilty for no reason, and walked over involuntarily.

He was a little shorter than the young man, and the young man leaned over slightly, and whispered something in his ear, the stall owner's face suddenly changed: "You - you are -"

"Hush." ​​The young man raised a finger to his lips, and patted his arm again: "You know what to choose."

The stall owner's face changed a few times, and finally he forced a smile: "Of course. I was joking with that little brother just now, so I'll tell him the real amount of compensation."

"No, as I said, I will pay back the money for him."

The stall owner looked left and right, and seeing a group of people listening to their conversation with pricked ears, he immediately lowered his voice: "Actually, the total cost is 640 yuan...you can give it [-] yuan. Can you please turn back and let the management The person at the office will give it to me? I... If I talk about the cost here, I won’t be able to get along in the future.”

"Okay." The young man nodded, and raised his voice again: "I hope you will remember this, and don't do side-by-side things again. Doing business is a trickle, and if you lose your reputation, you will have no place to stand in the future. Understand?"

"I know, I know, thank you for your teaching." The stall owner nodded again and again, without the arrogance of just now.After making the promise, he smiled at Yan You again: "Little brother, you were joking just now, don't take it seriously, haha."

The change happened so suddenly that most people were in a daze, unable to figure out why the stall owner seemed to have changed in such a short period of time.

Yan You didn't hear their conversation clearly, but he was thoughtful, guessing that the young man might not be a martial artist, but the descendant of a very prestigious master in the antique shop, so the stall owner was selling his face.Most of those masters were friends with him back then, so the young man may be the successor of the old man!

The old friends of the year, the younger ones may still be alive.Although he doesn't intend to tell others about his resurrection from the dead, he can use this as an opportunity to get acquainted with old friends again.

Thinking of this, Yan You immediately said: "Thank you sir, haven't I asked your name yet?"

"My name is Murong Hui."

Murong?Yan You was taken aback: There is no master with this surname in the antique shop, so whose apprentice is it?

He still wanted to ask again, but Murong Hui said first: "Little brother, the matter is over, you can find a hospital to bandage the wound."

As he spoke, he took out a clean white handkerchief and handed it to Yan You.

The wound was not deep, and the bleeding had already stopped.Yan You didn't care, took the handkerchief and thanked him, then asked: "Then the compensation—"

"No, no, this boss is very generous, so you don't need to pay." Murong Hui thought this stubborn young man was cute, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Yan You was surprised again: "You don't need to pay it back? This...Mr. Murong, don't be joking."

"It's not a joke. Speaking of it..." Murong Hui saw Yan You's attitude of not giving up without asking questions, he hesitated, pulled him to the corner, and said in a low voice: "Someone bumped into you on purpose just now, and that's why you got here." It was an innocent disaster. The yellow croaker who bumped into me had some entanglements with me, and it was only natural for me to settle this matter."

If others hear yellow croaker, they either think it is a nickname, or they think it refers to gold.But Yan You, who knew a thing or two about the rivers and lakes in his early years, was surprised: "Yellow croaker? Are you from the Qianmen? There are still Qianmen in modern times?"

Hearing his words, Murong's gray eyes, which unconsciously brought out the incision of the world, suddenly became sharp, and suddenly grabbed his hand: "You know Qianmen? Which one of the nine schools are you from?"