Since Lin Wenqi almost became sworn brother with his future father-in-law, his whole body has improved. The spring breeze blew his face and smiled happily. He took Wang Jingzhe to drink tea during the day and then drank at night. Wang Jingzhe was indeed very happy because Lin Wenqi's affairs were settled and he felt that something had been relieved in his heart. Otherwise, he would always remember the little things he had been in prison, after all, there was no debt of favors.

Lin Wenqi's antique shop started to trade a few days after its opening. After many people saw the photo in the Financial Daily, they knew Feng Tianliang, Long Qingxiang, Tang Hexiang and others, and knew that the store was not bad, so they were naturally willing to come and sell antiques. Lin Wenqi took on two orders. One was that someone sent it here, and the second was that he bought one himself, and the price was OK, so he should make a small profit by replacing it.

It would be good if the antique business could do this. There are too many stores that are basically in three to five months or so, but it was too difficult for him to accept two orders as soon as he opened his business.

After a few days, Lin Wenqi was about to close the door. Usually, the antique shop was basically closed at around 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening, because few people would sell things from the graves at night.

A Passat drove over the street. After the car stopped, someone came down and walked towards this side with a bag. Lin Wenqi was putting down the roller shutter door. Seeing the other party heading straight for him, he said, "I'm sorry, it's time now and it's not open."

This man was a man in his thirties. When he saw that his door was left halfway, he reached out and blocked it and said with a smile: "Boss, the door has not been closed yet, just wait? How can anyone do business push the business out of the door? You can see if I have something here, it won't delay your time, right?"

Lin Wenqi thought about it and then raised the door and turned on the light, saying to the other party: "What do you want to see? Put it on the table."

"Iron tools, do you collect them?"

"It's OK to be an antique, don't take a pot to let me collect it."

"Haha, it must be an antique. Come, take a look..."

The man put his bag on the table, opened it, took out a piece of cloth from it, and lifted it a few layers to reveal an iron knife. The knife was not very big, more than 40 cm long and ten cm wide, and it was covered with a lot of rust. The handle of the knife was made of wood, but it was inlaid with gold edges. It was right to say that it was a knife, but it was just like a dagger, and the texture seemed to be average.

Lin Wenqi looked at it for a while, but there was no big reaction. He raised his legs and raised his head and said, "Brother, this is a playful thing. To be honest, it is really worth collecting antiques. Moreover, our industry is a little bit broken by the rules. That is, no one is willing to collect such things, such as swords. Why? Because this is a weapon, it is very likely that someone has killed before. I won't say one or two. Maybe it's possible that dozens or hundreds of people will be killed, right? You said, who would put a weapon in his home? It's unlucky and it's not in line with Feng Shui, right?"

Lin Wenqi said that, in private collection of antiques, no one would be willing to collect weapons, mainly because there are taboos, unlucky, and it is not good for the Feng Shui of the home. Therefore, there are very few people who buy and sell swords in the antique circle, and all valuables are placed in museums. After all, such places can be suppressed.

"Haha, boss, this knife is very valuable. The main reason is that it doesn't know its origin. If there is an explanation of identification and source, the price will probably not be cheap. I can sell you a little less money. Maybe you will get a bargain, right?"

"I said, value is one thing, and whether it is worth it is another matter. If it is put in the store, it will be a disaster for me, and it will not be a big deal!" Lin Wenqi frowned and said.

The man didn't say anything, raised his hand and pulled a hair off his head, then put the knife straight with his other hand, and the blade rushed towards him. As soon as he let go, the hair fell down lightly, it fell on the blade, and his hair was cut in two.

Lin Wenqi was stunned. The knife looked inconspicuous, but it was too sharp, right?

"Boss, you see it. This is definitely a good knife. No, it should be a treasure knife." The man licked his lips, smiled and took out a dollar steel slapped on the table, pointing to the knife and said, "Do you believe it? You can easily cut it off with just one knife."

Lin Wenqi looked up and said, "Cleaning iron like mud?"

"That's really not a blow!"

"Let me see..." Lin Wenqi greeted him, reached out to take the knife and then looked at the light carefully for a long time. At the beginning, he didn't notice that there were a few small seal scripts on the other side of the knife, with the words "History of the Governor of Jiangning Mansion" written on it. There seemed to be some marks below, but it was vague and difficult to see clearly.

Lin Wenqi looked at it for a long time, raised his head and frowned and said, "You are a cheater, a familiar one, a raw one?"

The man was stunned for a moment, scratched his nose and said, "The boss is doing business, and he still asks for a way out? You think this thing is definitely not someone's heirloom, it was dug out of the pit. I won't hide it from you. The official with a clean knife has not been online, don't worry."

Lin Wenqi placed the sword that was as sharp as iron on the table, shook his head and said, "Friend, I won't collect the things anymore, you can change the place and take a look."

The other party asked in confusion: "The price is cheap, it is definitely worth the money."

Lin Wenqi smiled and said, "I don't need this little money. I'm doing business now just to be stable and live a life. I don't care how much I earn."

Lin Wenqi's mood has indeed changed a little. Since he washed his hands, he has thought about it. He will definitely not touch the unclean things and the way they come from. If he really causes some trouble for himself, it would be too unworthy. After all, the relationship has stabilized, so why are you talking about it?

Seeing that he said it was very determined, the man put away the things and said, "That's true, since you don't want it, I won't sell it anymore. Goodbye, boss."

"Let's go slowly, I won't send it..."

Lin Wenqi closed the roller shutter door below. When he returned to the upper floor, he heard Wang Jingzhe shouting in the room: "It's so slow, why are you doing it slowly? I wonder if someone can serve you in bed?"

"I want to sell goods from the pit downstairs. I chatted with him for a while, but I didn't accept the business. The main reason is that I am afraid that there will be problems with the things. If the police are watching me, I will find it troublesome. I have washed myself now, so I have to clean myself, right?"
Chapter completed!