When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

Gu Ming Street is a place Fu Yu often comes to.

It can be said that after he became an adult, he was taken around here from time to time by the old man, and after the old man died, he came more frequently by himself.

The first half of Guming Street is more lively, where most of the antiques are sold.

It's similar to what you see on TV. It's half true and false. Buy it or leave it. It all depends on your eyesight.

But Fu Yu knows that most of the things here are fake, so he deceives laymen who don't know much or young people who are curious.

If you continue to walk in, it will be relatively deserted.

Several shops were closed, only a few were open.

This section basically sells paper money for joss sticks, unless there are more people on a specific day, and it can be sold sporadically at other times.

Fu Yu was walking on the street, and a shop in front of him was open. At the door, a little old man was sitting in a rocking chair, with a mobile phone next to him, playing a ghost story.

The atmosphere is cozy.

Fu Yu walked over to block his light.

"Third Uncle, are my goods ready?"

The little old man squinted one eye at him.

"It's your boy, ahem, things are ready, take them now?"

Fu Yu shook his head, "I'll get it later, I'll go to Boss Huang first."

Hearing this, the man's slack eyelids closed, but suddenly opened wide at the next moment, those slightly cloudy eyes swept over Fu Yu several times.

After a few seconds, he closed his eyes again.

"Little Yu'er, has your master ever taught you that you have to learn to accept your fate? Some things are predestined, no matter how you resist, man-made or God's will, there will always be one thing that will correct the track, you say so."

Fu Yu was silent for a long time, his eyes as black as lacquer.

"Third Uncle, people's faces can change, no one deserves to accept their fate."

The person in the rocking chair didn't speak. On the mobile phone beside him, a middle-aged man's voice was thick and deep, with the sound of a water piano interspersed with it.

After a long while, the third uncle's face was tainted with some annoyance, "Move away, little brat, it will affect my warmth."

Fu Yu Waner, "Then I'll come back later."

Going further inside, you turn into a shop, the decoration is not bad, it is a modern style of antiquity.

As soon as he entered, the clerk on the side greeted him.

"Brother Fu, why are you here today when you are free? Are you looking for our boss?"

Fu Yu: "Is he there?"

Xiao Chen quickly pointed to the upstairs: "Yes, it's just..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck, then shivered again, indicating that the other party was in a bad mood.

Fu Yu raised his eyebrows, waved his hand to show that he knew, and went up to the second floor familiarly.

The layout of the upstairs is completely different from that of the downstairs. This place is simply Boss Huang's happy nest alone.

Nothing is displayed, it looks like a huge office.

A lazy sofa was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was a person nestling on it right now, whose life and death were unknown.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking bother me! If there are no customers, just line up below and play with your mobile phone." Fu Yu approached, crossed his arms, and raised his foot to kick it.

"You have a big temper, Boss Huang, why, I quarreled with your little object, can't it be a breakup?"

Huang Li knew who it was when he heard the voice.

He opened his eyes, saw the other person's face, and secretly cursed Sao Fox in his heart.

With reluctance on his face: "Why are you here?"

Fu Yu sat down: "Why can't I come."

"Is there anything good recently, let me take a look."

Huang Li rubbed his hair, his originally handsome face was unshaven.

"Didn't you just buy it last month, come again?"

"We have money."

"Then congratulations, you have money and no place to spend it." Huang Li's face was listless, "I just came back last month, how long has it been, just the goods below, take what you like, and nothing else."

Fu Yu looked at him without blinking.

Huang Li was unmoved, he didn't have it, he didn't see him as a fool.

Fu didn't show it on the surface, but he was a little disappointed in his heart: "Then when will the goods be available, better ones, even better than the ones I got last time."

Huang Li looked at him in surprise, the things the other party took last time were not cheap, and they were definitely good stuff.

This attitude of liking the new and disliking the old makes people smack their tongues.

"I don't know, good things are hard to come by." Huang Li spread his hands, and after a few seconds, he seemed to think of something, and said: "I heard from my old man two days ago that there is a place, the year is not short, but it takes a few It will be done in a month, and I will contact you then."

Having said that, he simply sat up straight and looked at Fu Yu.

"But I really want to know why you want these things. You say they are antiques, but they are just bottles and jars. Don't tell me that you still have an artistic cell in your heart."

Fu Yu hooked his lips: "I don't do anything, I just support your business, I don't want you to drink the northwest wind."