It all starts with killing the vicious dog

Chapter 189 Play Collection

After playing in the starry sky for a few months, he returned to Zhao Shanhe on Yanhuang Star, and gave each of his parents an enhanced version of the spaceship.

Afterwards, some people practiced on Yanhuang Star, and some formed a team to explore the starry sky.

Zhao Shanhe, who stayed in Yanhuangxing, lived a simple and happy life.

Create new human beings with my wife every day, and occasionally transform the universe of mountains and rivers on a whim.

Before I knew it, a few months passed by.

"Chaos produces Promise, Promise produces Tai Chi, and Tai Chi produces Yin and Yang"

"The universe of mountains and rivers should be divided into the yang world and the yin world."

"There are three worlds of mortals, immortals, and gods in the Yang world, and there are three worlds of mortals, immortals, and gods in the Yin world."

"People, immortals, and gods in the Yang world, and ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts in the Yin world."

With this in mind, Zhao Shanhe divided the universe into Yang and Yin.

"Human races with the same appearance as the Yanhuang race are all endowed with the rules of endless reincarnation."

Zhao Shanhe's heart skipped a beat, all the people from Yanxing Xia Kingdom, Dahuangxing Kyushu Kingdom, Hongmeng World Dahong Kingdom were eligible for reincarnation.

After looking at his wife who was practicing, he entered the system space.

The time of Shanhe Universe was at a standstill.

"Levels [-] to [-] kill points are useless, all of them are used for lottery."

In the blink of an eye, the killing value of the seven levels was only a few points left in an instant.

A mountain of light spheres appeared in front of Zhao Shanhe.

The mountains, rivers and universe can be placed outside, or it can be brought in inside.

Under normal circumstances, when Zhao Shanhe left the Shanhe universe, the time of the Shanhe universe stood still.

Traveling through the mountain of light spheres as fast as lightning, one by one the light spheres disappeared, and one thing after another suddenly appeared.

Informational things fell into his mind, and physical things fell to the ground.

"Five space-time cards, even luck can't stop it."

A space-time card represents a universe, and also represents a chance against the sky.

After thinking for a few minutes, Zhao Shanhe decided to go to another world to toss.

Using a space-time card, he came to another world in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Shanhe did not use his spiritual sense to investigate the current situation in the world, but walked forward in a leisurely manner.

There is almost no energy in the world, even if there are practitioners on this planet, their strength is absolutely weak.

"Hanging a mobile phone on the belt is full of a sense of age, and it is like reminiscing about the past."

After thinking about it, Zhao Shanhe was not busy refining the consciousness of the universe, and planned to experience the nostalgic life.

In the world of cultivators, one has to either retreat for years or run around, which is much less fun.

Places with advanced technology are often full of wind and electricity, and the pace of life is too fast.

After wandering around for a few days, Zhao Shanhe sold a piece of gold and walked into a police station.

When he came out, he had an extra ID card.

"Xin Huaguo, Qingshan Orion, 25 years old."

Enter a bank, apply for a card to deposit money, and leave a few hundred dollars for backup.

"House prices in this town are really cheap, rough houses only cost more than 200 per square meter."

"In life, you have to find something to do, what do you do?"

Looking around, Zhao Shanhe walked towards a newsstand.

"Haven't seen anything like this in years."

After spending two cents, I bought a newspaper, sat on a chair by the side of the road, and read it at a glance.

"Century-year-old ginseng sold for 120 million?"

"A 300-year-old vase sold for 490 million."

After reading the newspaper in his hand, Zhao Shanhe decided to make a guest appearance as a collector.

"The busiest place for antique trading is in Kyoto, go to Kyoto."

With this in mind, Zhao Shanhe bought a train ticket and embarked on a journey to Kyoto.

The speed of the express train is about 120 kilometers per hour.

Every once in a while, someone pushes a cart to sell goods.

Some sell food, some sell snacks, and some sell fruit.
The food on the train was not tasty, so Zhao Shanhe had to eat spare food.

In the bracelet of Passerby A, he hoarded a mountain of food.

It is not suitable to take out steaming hot meals, but you can eat them casually.

After taking the train for two days and one night, Zhao Shanhe arrived at Kyoto Railway Station.

"Set a small goal, use your eyesight to make money to buy a house and a car, and then build a private museum."

At a price of one thousand per month, he rented a two-bedroom apartment.

For more than half a month, Zhao Shanhe went out early and returned late, and read books in the Kyoto Museum during the day. With his photographic memory, he read a lot of history books of the Xinhua Republic.

"The houses on the first ring road are expensive but not in the market, and the houses on the second ring road are about [-] per square meter."

This morning, Zhao Shanhe came to the antique city on the second ring road.

Kyoto is currently divided into three rings, and all areas outside the third ring are suburbs.

A wide variety of genuine and fake antiques are scattered throughout the antique city.

Some people set up stalls on the ground, while others operate in stores.

After spending a few days getting to know the antique city, Zhao Shanhe decided to work.

"Brother, what do you want?"

"How much is it?"

"This is what you want from my ancestors. Take it for five thousand."

"what about this?"

"Take away the [-] passed down from my friend's ancestors."

"This thing, 50 yuan, can you sell it?"

"Brother, if I sell it to you for 50 yuan, I can only drink the northwest wind."

"This 50 yuan, is it okay?"

"Just treat it as an open door business, you give me three hundred, and you take the things away."

"Forget it, it's too expensive to buy."

"Wait, fifty, take it."

"Fifty is expensive, 30 yuan, if you want to sell it, sell it, if you don't sell it, forget it."

"Forget it, I'll sell it to you."

Zhao Shanhe, who was strolling through the Antique Street, bought three things.

After returning to his residence and putting away his things, he went to the antique street to sweep the goods.

The gold was sold for nearly 20 yuan, and he still has more than 19 yuan.

In one day, Zhao Shanhe bought 27 antiques.

The most recent one has a history of more than 200 years, and the oldest one has a history of more than 1000 and [-] years.

He doesn't know much about antiques, but he can tell how old they are.

"35 antiques."

"42 antiques."

"19 antiques."

"There are only more than 3000 yuan left."

After fighting for more than [-] days, Zhao Shanhe piled up hundreds of antiques in the rented house.

"It's time to sell it for money. If you keep these things at home, it's hard to guarantee that they won't be stolen. All of them will be put into the passerby's bracelet."

In a flash, a lot of antiques fell into the bracelet of passer-by.

Taking out two antiques, Zhao Shanhe walked towards Bo Yuanju in Antique Street.

"Brother, come out?" Boss Zhang Boyuan asked with a smile.

"How much can this sell for?" Zhao Shanhe put the porcelain in his hand on the counter.

Zhang Boyuan looked and looked over and over again, and then said with a smile: "If you want to sell, I will give you five thousand."

"Boss, as far as I know, last year similar items sold for more than 500 million yuan, right?" Zhao Shanhe looked at the other party with a half-smile.

"It turns out that the little brother is a colleague, I'm laughing at you." Zhang Boyuan was somewhat embarrassed. According to the rules of the antique industry, picking up leaks is a skill and has nothing to do with morality.

For example, a rice bowl hundreds of years ago, in the eyes of those who do not understand, is just a bowl for eating, but in the eyes of those who understand, the rice bowl carries a piece of history.

"Two million for 1000, do you want it?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"I'll take another look." Zhang Boyuan was shocked when he saw that the other party offered such a low price, and checked the porcelain jar seriously again.

"There is no problem with the origin. I bought it at booth 39 a few days ago, and it cost me more than 500." Zhao Shanhe said.

After checking over and over several times and confirming that there is no problem, Zhang Boyuan began to bargain.

"180 million."

"50 million."

"170 million."

"60 million."

"Don't waste time, 100 million, just give the money if you want it, and forget it if you don't want it."

"make a deal."

(End of this chapter)