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Removed the barrel and looked at it, and found that there were no bullets in it, he returned the shotgun to the other party, and then picked up the things he had placed on the ground before, and followed the old man into his shop.
"Where do you put things?"
"Well, just find a place to let it go. I'll clean it up later." The old man got a lot better after he was pointed at the gun.
So Zhang Heng put the pile of things on the table next to him, and then looked around. The House of Old Things is really a concentration camp for old things. The goods here are basically young, from 100 Mega routers to old teapots, stamps, commemorative coins, and even a range hood. Of course, the most books in the store are books, various paper books, and many old newspapers, which are carefully collected.
It also makes it look like a library here.
However, Zhang Heng's eyes finally fell on a car model, and his expression asked, "How to sell that?"
The old man looked in the direction of Zhang Heng's fingers. "Oh, this is an early building block toy. It was from the first toy company that produced building blocks. It was all the rage, but the building blocks at that time were just pure building blocks. Not so. Multifunctional. Later, other manufacturers produced smarter gadgets. In addition, the company blindly transformed itself. Eventually, it closed down because of poor management. This was something I received easily. It is very memorable and I have to sell it. 800 credits. "
"It's too expensive." Zhang Heng walked to the car model while asking for a price, took a closer look, and found the familiar lego logo on the bump of the part. Zhang Heng's heart was also relaxed. He was also worried that due to changes in the world line or other reasons, Lego has not appeared.
In this case, the [Infinite Building Blocks] he brought with him would not be used again.
Now that he has this Lego model car, he can activate this B-level prop on his body, and the [Infinite Building Blocks] itself is also the most suitable prop to deal with complex environments.
"Good things are never cheap," the old man said, and then he frowned. "Did you come to my store to buy building blocks?"
"No, I want to inquire about the whereabouts of shellac records." Zhang Hengdao, "The owner of an audio equipment store told me I can come to you to try my luck."
"Then you really came to the right place," said the old man. "Rarely do people know about shellac records now. This is an audio medium born at the beginning of the last century. It is secreted by lac insects after absorbing leaves. The purple natural resin came out as a raw material, and the records produced by adding a mixture of clay and cotton fibers occupied a dominant position in the market until the end of World War II. However, because of the origin of the material, Japan was invaded, and vinyl records were added. The advent of this kind of record was quickly eliminated, of course, not long after that, vinyl records were also eliminated by CD, and then came digital audio in various formats.
"It is said that there are still some small factories on the earth that are producing CDs and vinyl records in order to meet a small part of the demand, but shellac records ... no one has produced them anymore, which makes them very rare. Honestly, this kind of Things themselves are not very suitable for storing audio. A record can only listen for a few minutes, and the sound is not saved well. Why are you interested in shellac records? "
"People have to find a new hobby for themselves from time to time," Zhang Hengdao, "so do you have shellac records here?"
"Ha," the old man snorted, but didn't immediately answer. He put his hands on his chest and looked at Zhang Heng. "You have to bargain with the building blocks. I don't think you can afford the price I want. I How do you know if I took out the shellac record, you wouldn't want the two **** to rob and run. "
"Because the amount I want is quite large, I want to make a long-term deal with you rather than grab it." Zhang Hengdao, "You seem to have a lot of channels to collect these old things, and I want to take the whole new Shanghai 0297 shellac records were bought. "
"It's impossible. Do you know how much it costs? Moreover, it's not just a question of money." The old head heard a joke and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter, I have time, we can take it slowly." Zhang Hengdao.
"Oh, if I were you, I wouldn't be so sure." The old man said, "But for you to help me take back things, I can indeed sell you a few shellac records." He did not blink. Reported a number, "Three thousand, three thousand credits."
"One hundred." Zhang Heng also did not blink.
"Are you here to pick things up?" The old man exclaimed.
"It was you who started," Zhang Hengdao, "You also said that there are not many people who know shellac records this year, and there are even fewer collections. If I am not mistaken, your shellac records will not sell at all. It's better to wholesale it to me cheaper. "
"What do you know! You don't know the value of these old things at all. I might as well bring it to the grave for a hundred credits."
"But you don't want me to keep thinking about digging your grave." Zhang Hengdao.
The old man was completely laughed, but then he seemed to think of something, and the anger on his face subsided a little bit. "You're right, those shellac records would be required by anyone other than you, and I can sell them at a low price. It is not impossible for you to even give it to you directly. "
"But?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"But you also have to give me something I need in exchange."
"what do you need?"
"Although you are pretty exaggerated, but you are unexpectedly good, I want you to be my bodyguard and accompany me to meet someone. He lives on the first floor ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The place is not too safe, especially If I were to go alone. "
"I'm afraid this is going to be in the back row, because I have just taken a job as a bodyguard, and it will take two weeks to protect you." Zhang Hengdao.
"No, I don't need you to protect me all the time. I just said that you would accompany me to see someone." The old man said, "Can you make time, as long as four or five hours."
"If that's the case, it's fine."
Xu Qian broadcasts live every day, especially at night, and it usually lasts until 12 o'clock. According to the agreement between the two, Zhang Heng only needs to get back to the place before 12 o'clock.
"You wait." After receiving the reply from Zhang Heng, the old man turned to the bookshelf on the side, pulled out an iron box from the side, opened and took out a paper bag, and handed it to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng knew what was inside without opening the paper bag, because the system prompt told him that he had found a shellac record and got a 10 point score.
(End of this chapter)