Looking at the middle-aged profiteering smile on his face, the old man sneered in his heart. When he turned around and was about to leave, he was blocked by a tall young man. When he looked up, the old man took a breath, "This young man, his eyes are so sharp."

"Can I show me the waist tag you just now?" Hualong stood in front of the old man and said in a gentle tone. The old man subconsciously placed his hand on the pocket of the waist tag and said vigilantly: "Young man, who are you?"

Hualong suddenly said in Mandarin with a straight-tongued Mandarin: "Chinese." The old man was stunned and looked at Hualong up and down a few times, but he couldn't tell that he was a Chinese. No wonder Hualong's outfit is now Japanese. If he was a real Chinese, he would wear some Chinese clothes. It is very rare for Chinese people like Hualong to wear Japanese goods from head to toe.

Perhaps seeing the old man's disbelief and more vigilant, Hualong took out his passport and visa from his pocket, opened it, and shook it in front of the old man. Seeing that Hualong was indeed a Chinese who had just arrived in Japan, the old man breathed some relief and said with a smile: "Hualong, the one who can choose this name is indeed Chinese. But, young man, why do you have to look at my waist card?"

Hualong took back his passport and visa and said, "Because I suspect this waist card is real."

"Oh?" The old man was silent on the surface, but his heart was trembling, saying, "Are you so sure?" "You'll know." Hualong stared at the old man's eyes, making the old man feel an unspeakable oppression, and he was shocked, "When did such a young master come out in China? Isn't you ever heard of a sect named Hualong in various sects? Could it be the master trained by the hermit?"

This is the first time that the old man has been suppressed by others in his momentum in more than 40 years. This person is still a young man in his twenties, which makes the old man a little unacceptable, but he is more relieved. After all, this young master is Chinese, which is more important than anything else. If he is a Japanese, it may make it difficult for the old man to fall asleep in the last period of his life.

After thinking for a while, the old man still put his hand into his pocket, took out the black waist sign, handed it to Hualong, and said, "I am only three points taller to think it is genuine. Hua Boy, can you still see it?"

"Boy Hua?" Hualong took the waist card and was about to watch it, but when he heard this title, he was stunned. Hualong smiled slightly and said to himself: "This title is really good."

Focusing his eyes on the waist card in his hand, a complex set of data emerged from Hualong's eyes. The inspection program in the smart chip has been started, and the black waist card has been completely scanned.

"Black iron waist brand, the imperial waist brand of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, was estimated in 2008 at - 20 million yuan." Hualong's smart chip came to the final conclusion. Hualong nodded and handed the waist brand back to the old man, saying: "This waist brand is indeed the imperial waist brand of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, and the current market valuation is around 20 million yuan." Hualong's words were said in Japanese, and the sound was not low, just for people within a range of more than ten meters nearby to hear it.

"What?" Hearing this, the face of the middle-aged profiteer who thought he had encountered a surrender suddenly sank. The people nearby who heard Hua Long's words also exclaimed, and the crowd began to slowly move closer to this side, all wanting to see what the waist brand worth 20 million yuan is.

The old man didn't expect that this waist brand would be really genuine, and the market value would be so high, 20 million yuan. Although it was not a big deal for him, it was not a small deal. One hundred thousand yen suddenly turned into 20 million yuan. This money came too quickly!

"Impossible, impossible, how could that waist brand be real? I bought it for 5,000 yen, absolutely impossible." The middle-aged prodigal businessman couldn't accept this reality, and his mind was already messed up. "It's definitely not true, absolutely not true, this is not true..."

Yayoi Xiaoya didn't expect that a black waist card that was worth so much money. She stuck out her tongue in surprise, put her hands on Hualong's arm, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Hua, is this waist card worth so much money?"

Hualong nodded, and then said to the old man: "A man is innocent, he will be guilty of possessing a treasure, take care of it." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the side. After Yayoi Xiaoya left, the old man was still thinking about what Hualong said just now. He saw dozens of people surrounding the old man and expressed his intention to see the imperial waist card of Emperor Taizu of China. These people were all foreigners. They were full of curiosity about the mysterious Chinese antiques and wanted to take the opportunity to see what the emperor's waist card was like back then. Several of them had their eyes flashing, obviously they were playing this waist card.

The old man then understood what Hualong meant. A waist-high card worth 20 million yuan was converted into yen, which was more than 100 million. No one would be indifferent to seeing so much money, especially those terrorists walking at the limit of the law, and would not let such a big fish go. He sighed and the old man complained in his heart: "Boy Hua, since you know it is true, why do you still have to say it? You have hurt me." The old man, who had not finished his feelings, was instantly overwhelmed by the crowd and let out a weak moan...

"Brother Hua, you are really good at antiques, but Xiaoya is not good at it. I don't know anything." Seeing Hualong buying some cheap antique jewelry in front of various stalls, Hualong told her that these things were worth hundreds or thousands of times the sales value, Yayoi Xiaoya was so shocked that she kept sticking out her tongue and admired Hualong even more.

Hualong smiled and said, "There is nothing. I just want to collect some valuable things in history. It's not just for money, because I'm not short of money." Yayoi Xiaoma nodded in a vague way, held Hualong's arm, and smiled sweetly, "As long as Brother Hua is happy."

Hualong touched Yayoi Xiaoya's little head, with a faint warmth on her face. For some reason, Hualong always felt that Yayoi Xiaoya could bring him an unprecedented sense of warmth. This feeling was somewhat similar to the warmth and sweetness of her family. Yayoi Xiaoya was like a sister who was very attached to her brother. Hualong also experienced the feeling that a brother brought him for the first time.

"Huh?" While immersing in the warm feeling of Hualong's hand, Yayoi Xiaoya suddenly heard Hualong's surprise. She looked up at Hualong, and saw that he was looking in one direction. She couldn't help but look there in the direction of his eyes.

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