Zhao Changan pulled Wen Ye, had a sumptuous breakfast at the gate of Shangwai, and looked at many beautiful girls with graceful figures who woke up early, and then drove to Gusu.

Looking at the thing exposed on his wrist in a flash, Zhao Changan asked Wen Ye to reveal it curiously, and then he realized that it was a black and red rosary bracelet with no material, like jade or wood, and there was a hidden bead that seemed to have many eyes on it.

"Where did it? Dzi beads! How many glances?"

Zhao Changan looked at the rosary bracelet and said shamelessly: "I think it is very destined to be with me in the mist."

"Because I am the fate of you and it. Although it is an ancient thing, the artificially etched chalcedony was used to be a rotten thing on the street, and there is no saying that there are more eyes and fewer eyes."

Wen Ye said in one sentence that Zhao Changan would not think about it, and he would not give it to him, and he was bullying Zhao Changan for being knowledgeable.

This method of artificially etching chalcedony inlaid has long been lost. Now, those who do fake things use strong pickling, while those who pay more attention to it use plant alkaloids to etch.

And no matter how many times the one Wen Ye was wearing, it was already a sky-high price for the name of the out-of-print hidden bead.

If you sell at the current market, you will have to move tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

If you get it from Hong Kong Island and Southeast Asia, as long as you know how to tell stories, you can sell for hundreds of thousands of yuan. If you meet a big boss with a crush, it is not impossible to spend a hundred or eight hundred thousand yuan.

"Where did it? I'll make a bunch too?"

Zhao Changan did not give up easily: "One of us brothers is one string."

"You have already raised to this level. This is a lonely book. Don't think about it if you have a string of people. I will go to Xiyuan Temple in a while. There is a large string of better Buddhist beads on the head of the host's neck. If you have the ability, you can fool yourself."

"What are you doing there?"

Zhao Changan glanced at Wen Ye's bracelet: "Didn't you already get it? Could it be that your real purpose is to have the Buddhist beads, and the bracelet is just a plush."

"There is a volume of the "Avatamsaka Sutra" copied by Master Shanji with the blood of his tongue breaking. It has been 610 years since then, and it is worth reading."

"Can you see the real one?"

Zhao Changan expressed doubts.

"I've read the real one once."

Wen Ye spoke very plainly, but Zhao Changan felt that he was pretending.

"Xu Xian, the more you play, the more you become, the more high-end you are. Not only are you raising your sister-in-law, you actually go to the temple to find Fahai."

Wen Ye smiled and did not answer, but his right hand shook slightly.

In a slight "click" sound of beads and stones, the bracelet on his right wrist retreated into his hand, pretending to play with it one by one.

"This is pretending!"

To be fair, the string of rosary in Wen Ye’s hand is indeed very awesome, which makes Zhao Changan jealous.

"This is given to grandma, and it was given to the temple by grandma's parents sixty years ago. In the master's hand, he discussed the number of Buddha beads and clamped the Dharma for 66 years, which can be regarded as returning the object to the original owner."

Wen Ye was so entangled by Zhao Changan that he had to say: "My grandma is in her early seventies this year. She was only in her teens when she left here. Many of her people who had had contact with each other, or their juniors, were still on this land. Moreover, they were still nostalgic."

Grandma Wen Ye's branch has lived in Gusu for decades, and has formed three points along the downstream of the Yangtze River, along the Yangtze River. It has joined forces to firmly control the sale of Sichuan-Tibet medicinal materials along the river.

When the Japanese attacked and massacred the city, the people in the city fled and died, and the strands of people under the city broke the wisp of people under the city.

Mingzhu mainly does foreign business and exports, and after falling into the trap, it doesn’t matter if it’s a problem. Even if you pick it up again and look for it, there is still a little bit. Ye Pingbai, Ye Pingju, Ye Henian, Ye Jinghai and others don’t have the face to recognize each other.

Only Gusu's branch is left with grandma Wen Ye and Wen Ye, but the bottom line of the entire city is still intact.

If you are willing to chat with local elderly people near Yeyuan, many of them can outline the grand occasion of Yeyuan, Gusu Yeyuan, as well as the appearance of Grandma Wenye and Xiaoliu of the Yeyuan back then.

Zhao Changan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you returning?"

"I remember that night, the second half of the year of high school started. Did you say I was killed by a thousand people?"

"Remember."

That day was the first day when Zhao Changan returned to his 19th year, and of course he remembered it very clearly.

——

"Is there something wrong with you and Chen Jing?"

"Did you drink a bottle of Erguotou in one breath?"

"Don't ask, a thousand people are killed!"

——

"No, you are so obsessed with this name, darn! Since you are obsessed with it, I see that you have not killed a girl at the horse until now."

Zhao Changan was surprised.

"Didn't I tell you that I broke through that night and determined to be a thousand people?"

"Apart from Niu'er asking you to kill, what else can you kill?"

"I went to Siberia during the Chinese New Year, haha~"

Wen Ye said half of the words with a smile.

"As for hiding it?"

"It's not that I hide it, Lao Zhao, we are destined to be different. You like rules, you have money, power, women and reputation, but I just like to tear the rules apart and find the origin."

"Or what if I say you are showing off, your words are full of stubbornness!"

"I won't talk about this anymore. I'm going to stay in the temple for a few days to cleanse and temper my soul."

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Changan heard the unusual thing in Wen Ye's words. This guy has been introverted, cold and tolerant for so many years. When he was in his senior year, Chen Jing and her parents joined forces to make a fierce move. Not to mention that he drank a bottle of Erguotou in one breath and slept in the turret, he could still get into a college degree in the college entrance examination. In fact, it would be good if he was not oppressed.

"The killing nature is too strong, and you need to be nourished."

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The car passed Yangcheng Lake, and the wind was sunny. Due to the sea breeze in the Eastern Pacific, the temperature here was two or three degrees higher in winter than in mountain towns at the same latitude, and one or two degrees lower in summer.

So some peach blossoms along the way have bloomed in full bloom, like pink clouds of a tree, blooming in the silhouette of the blue sky.

The blue sky and white clouds, the empty fields, the green lakes and rivers, and the pear blossoms with rain, the apricot blossoms are sparse, and the cool spring breeze blows in the car windows,—

Very touching!

"When are you going to open a branch in Wudu?"

Zhao Changan said hesitantly: "It's still early, it's not the time."

The name of Brother Pao is not a waste of time. With Liu Yihui's current ability, he has nothing to do with his strength in Yanjing, Huadu, Zhengshi, and Jiangcheng.

But if he rashly entered Sichuan and Sichuan, no matter how much his family was, he would be sucked and exploited.

Maybe it’s even possible because it’s too young and reveals money, and it’s not impossible to be killed by others when they are thinking about it.

"I'll go, I don't know anything else about this game, but the northeast of Sichuan and Sichuan will definitely be popular. Besides, one of the four corners is missing, which is not a problem."

Knowing that Zhao Changan would shake his head and refuse, Wen Ye didn't give Zhao Changan the chance to interrupt and said, "Believe me, Lao Zhao, I have to sharpen my knife."

"You're already sharp enough."
Chapter completed!