I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 73

If he knew the boss's bizarre thoughts, Chen Feng would probably punch him.

What monster, I am a proper person, isn't it just a little bit of a big appetite?
Glancing at the somewhat collapsed boss, Chen Feng was not in the mood to take advantage of it, so he directly transferred 1 yuan.

"Wow, what a generous offer, 1 yuan is more than the price of what he eats."

"What an oddity."

"I took a video just now, I must upload it, this is the king of big stomachs."

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Hearing other people's comments, Chen Feng couldn't help frowning. He really stands out now, and he doesn't look like an ordinary person when he eats.

It would be more troublesome to let him eat at dozens of restaurants in a row, but it would not be enough to eat at one.

He basically listened to what the waiter said just now, and if he eats like this, he must become famous.

If it is only once, others will only take it as hype, and if it is too many, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

In the future, I still have to make my own food, buy more meat, and let's just eat it.

"There must be high-energy food supplements, otherwise eating will be a problem after all."

For ordinary people, meat and sugar are high-energy foods, but for him they are very ordinary. Take beef as an example, he can easily eat hundreds of pounds.

Returning to the rented room with sorrow, he began to practice, the essence in his body was quickly refined, and the amount of skill gradually approached the bottleneck of 500 years.

After recovering for 500 years, all the food he ate today was gone. He calculated that the food he ate today roughly changed to more than 80 years of skill.

"Wait to go to the next world, take out the innate energy to recover, don't bother to bother."

Chen Feng simply stopped relying on food to supplement, and devoted himself to integrating and polishing his own skills, which is the only thing he can do at present.

Since this rest time is only 20 days, he is not in a hurry to expend his energy to return to the world of bad people, so he should save it to deal with the troubles of the next world.

After practicing for a few days, my mother called.

"Son, what job are you doing now? It seems that the salary is not low."

It seems that he suddenly transferred some money to his parents, which made the always smart mother realize that something was wrong.

"Doing some antique business with the big boss, because I have some talent in this area, so I am very appreciated by the boss."

Chen Feng had already figured out what to say. He had been in the ancient world several times and said that it was just right to do the antique business. If this business was done well, it would indeed be more profitable.

"Then you can study hard with others, and you can't do the hard work of moving bricks." The mother breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the son did not do anything illegal or criminal.

Chen Feng smiled and told a white lie: "Mom, don't worry, your son is really talented in this area. He will be a teacher soon, and he will definitely make a lot of money in the future."

To reassure his parents, Chen Feng actually thought about it seriously. He has a lot of physical red envelopes on his body, and it is useless to keep them. It is better to open a store and sell them.

He turned on his phone and checked the account of a certain treasure. There was still more than 50 yuan left from the last sale of gold and silver, and the daily interest was more than 30 yuan, which was really cool.

Everyday interest may be able to open an antique shop, and the things on his body are all antiquities.

Chen Feng first asked the system's opinion: "System, are physical objects considered antiquities? Will selling them have any effect?"

"Depending on the situation, some things have no time to settle, and can only be regarded as special handicrafts, because they were made recently, but like the Longquan sword drawn by the host, it was built in the Spring and Autumn Period and has a history of thousands of years, so it can be regarded as an antiquities."

Chen Feng immediately understood that the meaning of the system is that those things are based on their own time and are not affected by different worlds. They will not inexplicably add hundreds of thousands of years of history just because they came to this world.

"That is to say, some can be regarded as antiques, then I will have no problem opening a shop."

Chen Feng smiled. The so-called antique shop still sells handicrafts on the bright side. There are really very few antiques, and his situation is just right.

He thought about entering the special space, which was filled with rows of red envelopes, all of which were useless to him, most of them were ordinary objects, the common ones included copper coins and rouge gouache, and the precious ones such as the Longquan Sword.

Hundreds of things do not require him to prepare goods, just rent a facade, apply for some documents, and do a registration.

He did what he thought, set off with his ID card, glanced at the date of birth on the ID card, and realized that he had just passed it, but he was actually 21 years old.

Fortunately, I have the body of immortality, otherwise I will go to the world a few times to draw red envelopes, and I will definitely look much older than this age.

He found an intermediary to rent a relatively remote store on Antique Street, and then went to register, arrange decoration at the same time, and have the money to open the way, but within a week, a store called Wanjie Antique opened on the street.

This rather unique name has attracted the attention of many colleagues, and the store opened very calmly, without flowers, without the sound of cannons, and it was over after opening the door.

The nearby colleagues couldn't help but come in curiously. They didn't see Chen Feng, so they could only look at the things in the store first, and their expressions kept changing.

In the store, the store is not too big or small, and the containers are randomly placed with various things. Copper coins, ingots, swords, and fans are relatively normal, and there are many other strange things.

In particular, many of these things look like anime peripherals, such as a set of Xuanmingjiao masks and the Tongwen Fan of the Tongwen Museum. Anyone who has watched anime will feel very familiar.

At first glance, the place is messy, but there are actually quite a few good things. Just looking at the eyes of the guests, several colleagues can see that some things are not simple.

"My darling, I'm not mistaken about the price of this sword. How many zeros are there... Eight zeros plus one nine."

A chubby middle-aged man exclaimed. He was Ding Mi, the boss of Boya Zhai next door. He was usually a very kind person. His words immediately attracted the attention of several other people, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at him.

"Fuck, is this [-] million?"

The youth who was relatively young, with an elegant expression, and who was pretending to be forceful with a folding fan, swears directly, his eyes widened.

He is Jing Ping, the son of the shopkeeper Hai Huixuan. He is in his twenties and is very good among the younger generation.

"This sword is worth the total price of everything in our street, right?"

Gao Min, the shopkeeper of Wanbaoxuan, with a goatee, wearing a green jacket, and hands behind his back, couldn't help but sneered, "How dare any antique shop dare to bid this price."

Not to mention hundreds of millions, there are very few tens of millions. Generally, the treasure of a town store is only a few millions, so when he saw this price, he felt that this new counterpart was too unprofessional, and he felt contemptuous.

"However, this sword looks really good. There is no trace of modern craftsmanship. Boss, can you take it out for everyone to take a look at?"

Ding Mi's eyes fell on the ancient sword. Years of experience made him aware of something extraordinary, and he couldn't help shouting.

(End of this chapter)