Lanting preface!
If it's true, it's a treasure worth thousands of dollars!
I'm not qualified to see authentic works in future generations. I've been thinking about when to enter the palace. I'm lucky to have a look. Good guy, Lao Li has hidden a pair himself!
This old Li is really
It's hidden!
Yes!
In the future, we have to dig Lao Li. This guy is a fucking rich man!
"By the way, Fengzi, how many of our brothers are going to spend the night with you on the Dragon Boat Festival?"
"Go away! What do you like about me again? I tell you, there's no way!"
Zhang Feng subconsciously put the glass piece and the diamond on his chest.
These two thumb sized diamonds, which he is going to give to the person he likes in the future!
At this time, I dare not give these goods to me. Such a large one, let alone now, is worth hundreds of millions even in future generations!
As long as we keep it well, it will be handed down at that time. It is a family heirloom!
Can he make these goods greedy for him?
Wei Shuyu's intuition is boring. He can't help feeling a little distressed about Zhang Feng.
What has become of those pits!
Wei Shuyu sighed.
"Alas! Brother, you don't know. Do you know that the iron oxen beat miserably when Lao Li went later today? Basically, they can't get out of bed for half a month!"
"Really? You didn't fool me?"
Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment.
"Why did I lie to you? But can you stop calling me Wei Da silly? Where am I stupid? Can you call me my name“
"Good silly!"
“……”
Wei Shuyu left.
When Zhang Feng saw that there was no one around, he closed the store door and squatted in the backyard. He lit the crucible, broke off a piece of the previously discarded brass spoon in the store, threw it into the crucible, and straightened up the abrasives.
These sunglasses are easy to say and do. It's really easy. If you say it's not easy, it's really not easy at all.
Squat on the ground.
Zhang Feng drew several pairs of sunglasses on the ground with carbon, and finally rejected them one by one.
Finally, Zhang Feng couldn't help thinking of the foldable reading glasses of the Republic of China.
"Yes! I fixed him with two grooved copper grooves and sheep tendons, and then poured copper juice on it?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng couldn't help thanking some TV dramas that had been vague in his memory.
Once this thing is made, it can be popular all over the world!
Zhang Feng almost didn't want to be an official in the DPRK, but wanted to be a real businessman.
This thing.
Once it is really put into practice, the market will be huge!
Why the fuck didn't I think of this earlier?
On this hot day, if everyone has a pair of sunglasses, what should they do?
With a fan and sunglasses, it's not too cool.
Thinking, Zhang Feng said and laughed.
But a moment later, when he poured the copper juice into the abrasive tool, he couldn't laugh.
Because no matter how he gets it, the things that come out of your abrasives in the end look like he can't bear to look straight at.
Even the possibility of repair is gone.
Again!
no way!
Again!
Fuck you!
Finally, Zhang Feng kicked over the crucible.
He is not a patient person, let alone such meticulous work?
After five times in a row, Zhang Feng was frustrated to find that he was not the material for this business. Let alone make a fortune and become popular all over the world. Damn it, he couldn't even make a picture frame. What's more, he made a hammer?
Out of the tavern, I don't know when. I've been wandering outside the tavern for a long time, and I'm still sad.
Zhang Feng didn't notice Lao he's face. Instead, he asked, "Lao he? It's really time for you to come. I ask you, do you know where there are skilled locksmiths in Chang'an City?"
He is confused.
Originally, he had something important to do today, but when he saw that Zhang Feng was in such a hurry that he even had black paint on his face and body, he thought that Zhang Feng had encountered something big. He hurriedly said, "I know a locksmith, but I'm a little old. I'm a master of meticulous work. Now I'm mainly helping others unlock the lock for a living..."
"Come on, just him!"
Zhang Feng excitedly pulled Lao he into the tavern, took out a ten Liang silver note from his arms and stuffed it into Lao he, and then hurriedly drew something that Lao he couldn't understand on the paper, with dense words.
"Lao he, this is what this thing looks like. If he can read, he can understand it. If he can't read, you can find an old scholar to go with you. As long as this thing is ready, I'll buy you a good drink!"
"More money!"
Although Lao he couldn't understand the words on the silver note, he heard that the silver note for this penny was only two fingers in size, black, red and a slap in the face. That was twelve!
So much, just for this?
"Not much, not much. I'll buy clothes for steamed buns! Come on, come on, I'm in a hurry!"
What's the matter with Lao he? He gritted his teeth and left.
"Well, I'll go now!"