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Du Lei returned to his "mansion" with excited emotions.

Li Can and Du Wei woke up rather early. Last time, the two of them sold a bumpkin and earned 500,000 yuan each. Each of them took out an alien notebook and squatted together to play "Watchman Vanguard".

That's what you call full of gratitude … When Du Lei was at the breakfast shop, he bought them some breakfast.

After the four of them finished eating, they started to busy themselves with the matters of the shop. The last group of people who were messing around did not get discovered, but they had arranged for Zhang San and Niu Si to stay in the shop.

They probably did not dare to play any tricks anymore, since even if there was a next time, as long as Du Lei found any clues, he would immediately bring his subordinates to cause trouble.

It was currently around 10 in the morning, so there were less tourists in Antique Market. Du Lei was holding a fan and had set up a chair, sitting in front of the shop and basking in the sun.

Honestly speaking, this life was extremely comfortable, but the antique shop's business had stabilized at around 2 million yuan per day. Most of the sales were "bracelet".

The benefits that were brought about, were similar to the stone elephant that Du Lei had bought last time, they were not even sold.

The materials they used to make the bracelet were all old, and there was nothing to be said about the results of the crafting. The ingredients they used to make the bracelet were all old, and there was nothing to be said about the results of the crafting.

Furthermore, she would frequently release photos to show off in her circle of friends, causing a large group of idle noblewomen to come to Du Lei's place to buy bracelet.

Compared to those few hundred thousand taels of jewelry, or LV bags, a bracelet with prices between ten thousand and fifty thousand was still acceptable.

It was as though he was buying vegetables. When he picked one, he would buy more than ten of them. Both of his arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, one of them hanging from his neck.

Du Lei was also extremely at ease. He slightly squinted his eyes, and felt the warmth that was being transferred to him from his body, and couldn't help but smile.

Zhang San and Niu Si were like wooden stakes as they stood motionlessly on both sides of the door. He had gone from being a servant of the antique shop to a full-time security guard.

The mission that Du Lei had given them was to take care of the security of the shop and protect the "company".

Every blade of grass and every tree cannot be destroyed by others.

"Lil 'Bro, can you call your boss for me?"

Suddenly, a hunchbacked old man appeared out of nowhere. He was carrying a bulging snakeskin bag on his shoulder.

It seemed as if his thin body could be crushed at any moment. When he spoke, he had a thick northeastern accent. He was obviously not a local.

His clothes were tattered, his hair was grayish white, and his skin looked abnormally dark. Especially his pair of shriveled hands, they were extremely attractive.

"Hmm? Hello, old man. May I ask, what business do you have with my boss? "

Du Lei immediately stood up from the chair, put away the fan, and asked.

"Actually, it's not that big of a deal. I heard from the security guard at the entrance of the market that your boss is a rich person and has been collecting rare items recently. That's why I'm here."

The old man said as he put down the snakeskin bag on his back and kicked.

Du Lei observed the old man in front of him and discovered that under every fingernail of his, there was more or less some yellow soil.

From this, it could be seen that this old man's background was definitely not ordinary. At the very least, he was not an ordinary "farmer".

It could be seen the moment he placed the heavy sword on the ground.

The power he possessed was definitely not that of an ordinary 'old man'.

It could be compared.

"The person you're looking for is me."

Du Lei laughed and said: "Let's go in and talk."

He made a gesture of invitation and the two of them entered the shop.

"Sit."

Du Lei let the old man sit first, then he himself sat on the same seat.

Seeing the situation, Li Can immediately went to get a pot of Dragon Well before heading over.

This tea was not simple, it was given to Du Lei by a successful person. It was said that this small bag of tea could sell for tens of thousands of dollars, when the tea leaves met water, the fragrance would immediately spread.

Li Zhiquan also sat down at the Eight Immortals Table. When he first saw the old man, he felt that the man in front of him was not simple at all. He looked like a country bumpkin, but reality was not so simple.

"Gudong."

The old man seemed to be thirsty. He didn't even care about the boiling water and drank it all in one gulp. He then picked up the teapot rudely and drank all the tea along with the teacup.

Then, he couldn't help but grumble, "This tea is even worse than the muddy water in the ditch."

F * ck, several tens of thousands of yuan a catty of tea leaves in this old man's mouth became even worse than yellow mud water. These words from him infuriated the fatty who made the tea.

He was usually in charge of some chores in the shop, such as this type of good tea. Although he didn't know how to taste it, he knew that the tea was extremely refreshing and sweet to the throat.

It would give people a feeling of "relaxed and happy spirit". ; It would also give people a feeling of "relaxed and relaxed mind; it would give people a feeling of" refreshed mind "; it would also give people a feeling of" relaxed and happy spirit "; it would also give people a feeling of" relaxed and happy spirit "; it would give people a feeling; it would give them a feeling of" relaxed and relaxed heart. "

Apart from this feeling, it also had the effect of calming the heart and calming the fire. It was a rare high quality tea.

However, such a precious item had been ruined by the old man.

Could Fatty feel comfortable in his heart?

During his time in the city, the thing that annoyed him the most was when he was shopping and often saw good cabbages that had been planted by pigs. He felt both depressed and irritated at the same time.

That old man did not stand on ceremony. He took the teapot that was worth more than 10,000 yuan and ran to collect the purified water to rinse his mouth. He did not stand on ceremony at all.

This caused Li Zhiquan to be puzzled, but he was still someone with some experience, the slight anger on his face was concealed extremely well.

"Hmm, this pure water tastes really good."

The old man drank a few pots of water before burping loudly. He then returned to his seat and said with a laugh: "Everyone, don't mind me. My Old Wu is such an impetuous person.

"It's fine."

Du Lei wanted to say "cool".

That must be a lie. However, he did not care too much about it. The fact that the old man dared to do this meant that his identity and the items in his snake skin pouch were definitely extraordinary.

The old man smiled subtly: "I think in the entire Antique Market, only Boss Du would dare to accept this."

"Oh? Hearing you say this, it seems not bad. "

Du Lei could not help but laugh, as he revealed a very strange expression.

Because he was relatively close, the tone of this old man could not help but sound out. It was a very strange feeling.

According to common sense, if this old man was a true Northeast person, then his mouth would have the taste of garlic.