"Old Mr. Sun, do you think doing this business is the foundation of your life?"

Fang Yi did not rush to make a decision, but looked at Sun Lianda. He remembered that his master often said something, that is, to plan and act. Fang Yi seemed a little slow in nature, but in fact, he was influenced by the old Taoist priest and thought about things carefully.

He, Wei Jinhua, Peng Sanjun and others, whether it is antiques or cultural relics, they are basically not even a first-hand man. Even if they want to do it, it is best to listen to the opinions of the professional in front of them.

Moreover, Fang Yi was very cautious about the first business he wanted to go down the mountain. He understood the principle that he could not eat too much, and that the difference between the industry was like a mountain. Since he planned to engage in antique business, he had to devote himself to it and regard it as the foundation of his life and should not be changed easily in the future.

"You are not arrogant or impatient, you are very suitable for this industry..."

When Sun Lianda heard Fang Yi's question, a smile appeared on his face. If you want to be an antique industry, you must be calm and you must think twice before doing things. Otherwise, if you are made up jokes or tricked, you will easily make wrong judgments.

"Old man, Brother Yi asked you if we can continue working in this industry?" Seeing Sun Lianda's answer to the question, the fat man was a little impatient and reminded him.

"Little fat man, your skill in nourishing energy is far worse than Xiao Fang..." Sun Lianda glared at the fat man angrily. It seemed that he was also suitable for setting up a stall to fool people. If the fat man was asked to purchase goods, he would probably lose his underwear.

"He became an old Taoist priest as a master. If he didn't learn anything else, he just learned how to refine qi..." The fat man muttered, "What's wrong with him and Fang Yi, but he has to compare the skill of nourishing qi. How could he compare Fang Yi for more than ten hours after meditation?

"Taoist Qi Refining? This is different from the skill of nourishing Qi..."

Hearing the fat man's words, Sun Lianda showed a look of shock on his face. Sun Lianda had a lot of knowledge. He knew that Taoism is now in decline and there are very few people who truly understand how to refine Qi. He did not expect that the young man in front of him could actually refine Qi.

After a closer look, Sun Lianda really saw some clues. Although he was lying on the hospital bed, Fang Yi really had a scent of incompatible with the surrounding environment, and he felt that he was not as good as the world.

"Old Sun, it's actually some very simple guidance techniques. I've just practiced them since I was a child..."

Fang Yi smiled and explained his previous life in one sentence. However, it was like he had lived in Taoist temple for more than ten years and his master had obtained a Taoist certificate and abbot of Shangqing Palace. Fang Yi did not mention a single word.

"It seems that your master must be very difficult to teach a disciple like you..." Although he had not been in contact for a long time, Sun Lianda could feel that the young man in front of him had a deep foundation in Chinese studies, which was not something that ordinary wild Taoist priests could teach.

"Master is learning from heaven and man, I only learn something if I learn..." Fang Yi said modestly. In fact, over the past ten years, he has almost learned the skills of the old Taoist priests. All he has failed is to apply those theories to life and practice them.

"Old Sun, let's talk about this antique. Can you see if our brothers are suitable for this business?" Seeing that the topic was being tilted, Fang Yi pulled him back.

"Yes, yes, or antiques..."

Sun Lianda lived all his life, and there was no way he could tell Fang Yi didn't want to mention his own affairs. He said: "There is a saying in the antique business, which is called "Golden and prosperous antiques in troubled times. Do you think it's a troubled time or a prosperous time now?"

"Of course it's a prosperous era, and the country's economic situation is getting better and better now..."

There was no need to think about it, Fang Yi answered casually. His daily small radio was not in vain. Basically, the daily news broadcasts were not lost every time. The concept of a prosperous country and a strong people had long been deeply rooted in Fang Yi's heart.

"Haha, don't I already have the answer?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Sun Lianda couldn't help laughing and said, "In the era when antiques are popular, they are often dynasties with strong national strength. For example, during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, during the early Ming Dynasty, when the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty and the Five Emperors of the Qing Dynasty, only when the people live and work in peace and contentment can there be a market for antiques...

Although there are still some uneven wealth in this society, the lives of the people are starting to get better and they have extra money in their hands. So I dare to conclude that in the next twenty years or even longer, the antique industry will definitely become popular…”

As a professor at Jinling University, Sun Lianda has also had some research on the ideological form of antique cultural relics. Although the antique craze is still in its infancy, Sun Lianda has discovered that more and more people are paying attention to antiques, which also means that the antique market is about to rise.

"Xiao Fang, I have a suggestion. I wonder if you would like to listen?" Sun Lianda thought for a moment and spoke.

"Old Sun, please say that we are just lacking experience now..." Fang Yi replied quickly.

"I have also mentioned this suggestion. You should know that the antique market and the cultural relics market are together. I suggest that you start with the simplest and cheapest cultural relics first, and then continue to learn antique knowledge in the process, and gradually transition from the cultural relics business like the antique business. This will reduce the number of detours and spend a lot of tuition..."

After Fang Yi and his friends said so many things, Sun Lianda made an exception. In the antique circle, no one knows that Professor Sun’s least welcomes is antique merchants. Not to mention teaching, they have never even heard of any antique merchant who can make a few words with Professor Sun.

"Hey, old man, you are the same as I think..." Hearing Sun Lianda's words, the fat man slapped his thigh and said, "Brother Yi, how about it? The old man said that this is capable. Do you give me a word or not?"

"Do!"

Fang Yi pondered for a while and said, "Fatty, let's have a residence first when we go to the city. Let's do this. You and Sanpao go to find a house. You should be closer to the one you mentioned to the Heavenly Palace. It will be convenient to set up stalls in the future..."

Fang Yi hasn't gone down the mountain, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything. Taoism requires a method, couple, money, land, and Taoism. Even if you practice, you need a place. You can't sleep on the streets in this life, so finding a house is the first thing they need to do now.

When they first entered the city, Fang Yi thought Fatty and Sanpao would make arrangements, but judging from the current situation, the two of them had no plans. If it weren't for the car accident, the boss Man had paid some money, I'm afraid they might have slept on the street today.

"Okay, I'll go find a house with Sanpao now..." The fat man nodded. In fact, he was not as unreliable as Fang Yi thought. Before entering the city, the fat man discussed with Sanpao's living room to go to Sanpao's living room to make a floor shop in the first few days, and then move out after finding a job.

However, now that I have money, I don’t have to go to Sanpao’s house to squeeze in. The fat man has worked as a security guard on the property and knows that renting a house is not very expensive. It only costs a thousand yuan to rent a well-decorated and furnished two-bedroom and one living room in a big city in Shanghai, which is even cheaper in Jinling.

"Fang Yi, talk more with the old man..." When he was about to go out, the fat man winked at Fang Yi. He also knew that he was not the material to learn antique knowledge, and such brain-like things could be handed over to Fang Yi.

"Old Sun, my friend is straightforward, don't be surprised..." After the fat man and Sanpao left, Fang Yi said to Sun Lianda apologetically.

"This little fat man is a person with a temperament. Xiao Fang. If you want to do business, you may not be as flexible as him..." Sun Lianda smiled and shook his head. He was in his sixties, so how could he get angry with a big child in his teens?

"Hey, you two, it's time to get an injection..."

Just as he asked Sun Lianda for some knowledge about cultural and cultural relics, a nurse pushed the car and walked in. She glanced at Fang Yi in a strange way and said, "You are recovering very quickly. When you sent it in the morning, you were still unconscious..."

"Nurse, I... can I not get an injection?"

Seeing the nurse quivering the drip for Sun Lianda with quick hands and feet, Fang Yi couldn't help but shrink his neck. After walking for a small Zhoutian, Fang Yi knew about his physical condition. The coma when he was hit by the car and his current numbness were actually just a protective reaction of his own.

Fang Yi has been following the old Taoist priest to refine qi since he can remember. When he is in his early 10 years old, he can feel the qi in his body. This qi will become more and more profound as his skills deepen, constantly enhancing Fang Yi's sensitivity to external things.

Over time, when Fang Yi's body encounters danger, a protective measure will naturally occur. This is why Fang Yi was hit so hard by the car and did not hurt the internal organs.

"This... the injection will get better soon..." The nurse is not very old. She should have just started working. When she saw Fang Yi's naked upper body because of bandaging the wound, her face turned red.

If Fang Yi put on his clothes, his body would look a little thinner, but if others took off his clothes, they would find that his muscles were very strong and the lines were very smooth. It had a more healthy beauty than those muscular men who practice toned.

Fang Yi was a little strange about the nurse's behavior, but he didn't think much about it. He immediately said, "It's not a problem. I have learned Chinese medicine. A situation like mine is qi deficiency. It will get better if I have conditioned for a period of time..."

"Okay, but you have to have a good rest and don't talk anymore..."

The nurse and Fang Yi looked at each other and quickly turned their eyes away. She was also a little surprised. She had taken an anatomy class and had seen a lot of men's bodies. Why did she feel blushing in front of this patient?

"Okay, as long as you don't get an injection, you can do whatever you want..." Fang Yi hurriedly agreed. In fact, if there is a condition, like his current body, he would stew a pot of chicken soup with red dates and glutinous rice, and he would recover in less than two days.

"Our duty room is right next to you. If you talk again, I will come over for an injection..." The nurse warned Fang Yi with a smile, and then pushed the car to another ward.

After the nurse left, Sun Lianda said without waiting for Fang Yi to open his mouth: "Xiao Fang, you need a good rest, stop talking, sleep..."

"Okay, Mr. Sun, then I'll take a break..."

Fang Yi nodded when he heard this. He knew that he was not only weak in qi, but also bleeding from the wound on his chest also caused a little blood deficiency in the body. Without medicinal materials, he could only use internal energy to nourish his body.

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