Chapter 461

"Well, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me." After the migrant workers put these things away, they quickly put them into the box, and they don't investigate Lynch's responsibility, so they are in a hurry to leave.

Lynch just looked at it clearly. It seems that some wooden sticks have been trimmed into very strange shapes. There seems to be some aura on these wooden sticks, which is very strange. At first sight, they are not ordinary things.

Now a look at each other so nervous look, it must be what a good baby can't be wrong.

"You have a slight injury on your arm. I'd better treat it for you. Don't worry, I won't covet you anything." Lynch said, squeezing his arm and tapping it gently.

The migrant worker only felt a warm current coming from his arm, which was very comfortable, and then it didn't hurt.

"Thank you, young man. How can I get to the nearest Antique Street?" Seeing this, the migrant workers put down their guard.

"You seem to have passed. The antique street is still in front of you. Let me take you there..." Lynch has a look. It seems that there are no decent hotels here. It's better to go to the front ones. Moreover, he also wants to see what treasures these migrant workers have.

"Thank you very much. I have to go back to the hospital before dark, or it will be too late. Please hurry up." Migrant workers road.

"OK, let's go this way, less people." Lynch looked anxious. It seemed that he was going to sell things on the antique street here, waiting for the money to cure people.

At present, Lynch is not in the mill, taking migrant workers to shuttle through the crowd, and then came to the antique street.

This antique street looks a bit colder than the pedestrian street. Even at this busy time, there are not many people coming here.

But there are a lot of antique shops here.

As the saying goes, three years do not open, open to eat three years.

There is no depth in the trade of antiques. Sometimes when you find a treasure, you can use it for a lifetime.

Of course, this kind of thing is not common. People who want to buy it at a high price are not idiots. The shopkeepers here are all human spirits, making a clatter with an abacus.

Now, for example, the migrant worker has entered Antique Street, a fairly grand shop.

"Boss, how much do you think it's worth?" The migrant workers put the box on the counter.

The boss is tall, thin and has a bad look. At first glance, he is a unscrupulous businessman.

"Open it and let me see first." The boss looked at the migrant worker.

"Well, boss, this is my ancestral treasure. If it's not urgent, I won't sell it." As the migrant worker said, he opened his wooden box and revealed a stick with strange shape.

Lynch was curious and looked inside.

Some of these sticks are about the length of their arms, some are only about the thickness of their thumbs, and they are of different shapes. They are inlaid with steel pieces, and there is something similar to a cow's tendon. The number of these sticks is more than ten, and there is some aura on them. Just now, he was not wrong.

"Isn't the wood in your box just some purple shirt wood?" The boss took a look.

"Boss, it's not ordinary purple shirt wood. It's said that it has a very long history. Our family has inherited it for a long time." Migrant workers some anxious said.

"Is it?" The boss took out a magnifying glass and wore gloves. He looked very professional and looked at these purple shirted woods for a moment. Finally, he could not help shaking his head and said, "you purple shirted woods have a very long history and are well preserved, but they are all pieces. It seems that they are not complete and ordinary. They are basically worthless."

"How can it be, boss? Our ancestors are said to be the guardians of the emperor. These things are from them or the rewards they get. Are you wrong?" Some migrant workers don't believe the boss.

The main reason is that the migrant worker is very sure that it is indeed an antique. When it was handed down from his ancestors, he must take good care of it. If he didn't ask for money to cure his illness today, he would not have sold it!

The owner of the antique shop said with a smile: "I didn't say that you are a fake. It's just that there are many kinds of antiques. Some of them are not suitable for collection. If you are a celebrity, you don't have to ask for the price. But these are some scattered wood parts. I don't know anything. What price can I offer you?"

"This, this..." The migrant worker was stunned. When he looked at the things in the box, he also looked gloomy. These things are really just some parts. They haven't stirred them up for generations. What's the use of them.

"Well, it seems to me that you have come all the way here, and you have something urgent. Otherwise, I will be kind-hearted and give you 500 yuan for running errands. Take it." The boss looks reluctant.

In fact, although it is not complete and seems to be useless, it is an antique with a long history, and the rest and carving on it are very delicate. If we find out which dynasty it is, it will still have a certain collection value.

It's just that the migrant worker is anxious and dull. Naturally, the boss wants to take this thing with the least money."Five hundred yuan is too little. It's not enough for me to pay the medical expenses. Boss, are you kidding me?" The migrant workers pulled the box tightly.

Hearing this, the boss immediately seemed insulted and said: "brother, I'm doing a good faith business. You go to the neighborhood and ask. My store is absolutely fair in price. I don't cheat the old and the young. I don't cheat anyone. I'll see if there's any certificate on my store. It's issued by the Management Association of antique street. It's a five-star credit store..."

The certificate was also stamped and hung in the most conspicuous place. I don't know whether it was true or not.

The boss spat and said, "well, if you don't sell it, you can go to other places. I can only afford the price. Seriously, I don't like to use it as firewood in other places."

Seeing the performance of the boss, the migrant workers are puzzled. Is it really worthless?

"Boss, can you give me a thousand?" The migrant workers gritted their teeth.

"One thousand is too expensive. My son needs money to go to school. It's not easy for everyone. In this way, I can give you eight hundred at most." The boss's face is full of flesh.

After a lot of bargaining, the deal was finally settled at 880 yuan. The boss said it was auspicious, but the smile from the corner of his eye could not be covered up. He was a fool again!

Lynch looked at it for a while, and suddenly he was stunned. He felt that there was some connection between these scattered sticks, which should be able to put together a complete thing.

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