"Okay, the time is almost over, and it's time for me to go to work..."

After explaining some basic knowledge about cultural and miscellaneous arts to Fang Yi and Fatty, it was already around 2 pm. Zhao Hongtao still had to go to work, so he issued an order to expel the guests. However, before Fang Yi left, Zhao Hongtao reminded him to ask Man Jun if he would like to sell the old star and moon ordinary person.

If this thing was Fang Yi's, Zhao Hongtao might not have asked for the price at all. After all, Sun Chao had paid the price of one million for the old agarwood bracelet, and Fang Yi was not attracted by the fact that he had paid for tens of thousands of yuan.

But Man Jun is different. He was originally an antique dealer. He was in their business and said that the good things he had in his hands were family heirlooms all day long, and he would not sell them no matter how much they paid. However, once someone offered a high price, the family heirlooms would be abandoned by them immediately.

"Brother Zhao, I'll go back and ask and call you..."

Fang Yi raised Zhao Hongtao's business card in his hand. For some reason, he always felt a strange feeling in his heart. The bracelet sold in the antique market last time was given to him by Man Jun. Why could Man Jun take this thing worth tens of thousands of yuan wrongly?

"This cultural relics are really profitable. This whole bead is only 108, and it can be sold for 50,000 yuan. One bead is worth almost 500 yuan..." After coming out of Zhao Hongtao's office, the fat man was still muttering, and at the same time rubbing his star and moon with his right hand, wishing he could turn it into the one on Fang Yi's neck overnight.

"Fatty, playing with this thing is about the state of mind. Can you play with your teeth-gnashing? Do you understand what Wenpan is?"

Fang Yi looked at the fat man speechlessly. Zhao Hongtao just told them the difference between the literary plate and the martial plate in literary play. The so-called martial plate is to continuously play with human-made power, so as to achieve the purpose of playing well as soon as possible. It describes the rough method of playing the plate and the rare objects that will damage the disk.

As for the writing plate, you need to hide the things you play with close to your body and raise them with a relatively constant temperature in the human body. After a period of time, you will hold them in your hand and rub them with them. The writing plate takes time and effort and often does not work for three to five years, but the things you play with are shiny patina and extremely moist.

Use Wenwan walnuts to make an example. Hold a pair of walnuts in your hand and rub it and rotate it. The Wenpan is like the two nuts that do not meet. The plate is silent. The walnuts that are plated are not damaged. On the contrary, if the two walnuts meet each other, the walnuts that are plated will be damaged. This is the difference between the Wenpan and Wupan.

"Fang Yi, can I compare with you? Your method of playing with the plate is called Yipan..." After hearing Fang Yi's words, the fat man disagreed. Zhao Hongtao just said a method of playing with the plate is called Yipan.

The mind-pan refers to using one's own thoughts to communicate with objects when playing, so that people can be nourished by objects at the same time, and finally the characters can be spiritually connected. According to Zhao Hongtao, few people have reached such a spiritual state in history, let alone impetuous modern people.

However, the fat man knew that when Fang Yi recited the scripture plate and played with objects, it might be the Yipan. He once heard the old Taoist priest say that it was also called consecration. When he was in Zhao Hongtao's office just now, the fat man kept clamoring that the objects that Fang Yi had plated were all sold as consecrated magic tools.

"You can do it too, why don't I teach you how to recite the Taoist scriptures?" Fang Yi looked at the fat man seriously. He always felt that this kid was too impetuous, and reciting the scriptures was a good polish for him.

"Don't interfere, I don't want to be a Taoist priest..." The fat man was shocked by Fang Yi's words and waved his hands repeatedly: "Fatty, I haven't married a wife yet. From now on, my wife and children will be fucked. If you don't change a god, don't be a Taoist priest..."

"Is it not for someone to recite scriptures to become a monk?" Fang Yi was too lazy to pay attention to the fat man. He said that being a Taoist priest is not a monk. From ancient times to the present, Taoist priests can marry and have children.

"Hey, Fang Yi, what kind of kung fu you are talking about should teach me and Sanpao, right?"

The fat man suddenly remembered something and said quickly: "Look, that boy Sanpao has already found a girlfriend, so he must be not a part of it. If you don't teach him, maybe one day Sanpao will be exhausted and die..."

"You boy want to learn, right?" Fang Yi looked at the fat man angrily and said, "I will teach you when I go back tonight, but if you can't practice, I won't blame me..."

When Fang Yi was on the mountain, he said that he would teach Fatty and Sanpao how to nourish the kidneys and maintain health. However, this is a way of practicing breathing. He was very suspicious whether the fatty could persist. Maybe he would sit on the bed and practice for five minutes before he could fall asleep and brag about Zhou Gong.

"Don't worry, I will practice seriously..."

After receiving Fang Yi's reply, the fat man suddenly felt refreshed. He had been in Jinling for several days. The fat man had been thinking about finding a small hair salon to talk to the beauty inside about his life ideals. He only thought about what Fang Yi said before, so he stayed at home honestly.

"Sanpao, how is the business? Have you sold a few strings?" When I came to my own stall, I saw Sanpao chatting with Lao Ma next to me, and the fat man sat over.

"Hey, Xiao Fang and Huazi are here..."

Seeing Fang Yi and the fat man come back, Lao Ma quickly stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, and said, "Xiao Fang, I was not Lao Ma yesterday, I was unfaithful. It's really your brother, you, can't afford to offend those people..."

In fact, someone called Lao Ma last night to talk about what happened after he left. Lao Ma never expected that Fang Yi and the young men had such a deep background, and they actually knew Old Master Sun and Deputy Director Zhao.

Lao Ma, who received the news, regretted it very much. He was unable to sleep in bed yesterday and did not fall asleep until five or six o'clock in the morning. If he hadn't had contact information from Fang Yi and others, Lao Ma would have called them overnight.

"Brother Ma, we understand, you are not blamed..."

Seeing Lao Ma's shameful look, Fang Yi smiled and shook his head, took a lighter from the fat man and helped Lao Ma light a cigarette. By the way, Lao Ma just didn't want to offend Gu Guoguang yesterday, and he didn't do anything to hurt him. He had no reason to blame him.

"I should leave you to prove it..." Lao Ma smiled bitterly when he heard this. He knew that although his cautious temperament could not make any big mistakes, his achievements in this life would be like this and there would not be much development.

"Brother Ma, it's really okay, don't think so much..." Fang Yi comforted him with kind words again, and Lao Ma felt relieved.

"Xiao Fang, why don't we have a meal together tonight?" After learning that Fang Yi and others knew Mr. Sun and Deputy Director Zhao, Lao Ma also became interested. Not to mention Mr. Sun's influence, even if he knew Mr. Zhao, he might be able to walk around in this antique market.

"Brother Ma, I want to learn from others tonight, I really don't have time..." Fang Yi was a little amused when he heard Lao Ma's words. It seemed that Mr. Sun and Zhao Hongtao had a very big face.

"Okay, let's talk about it when you have time..." Lao Ma nodded. He realized that Fang Yi did not deliberately shirk it, maybe something really happened.

"Fang Yi, I'll tell you something..." While Fang Yi was chatting with Lao Ma, Sanpao stood up and pulled Fang Yi over and whispered: "Fang Yi, someone asked us just now to treat us to dinner. Are you going?"

"It's time for dinner again? Didn't we go if Brother Ma wants to treat you too?" Before Fang Yi could reply, the fat man waved his hand and said, "Who is going to treat you to dinner? Let him line up and invite our brothers to dinner too much. How can we have so much time?"

The fat man said with great momentum, but what he said was true. Someone asked them to have a few drinks at noon in the morning, but Fang Yi refused. He had to study at noon and evening now, and there was really no time.

"Hey, it's not from this antique market, it's the people outside..." Sanpao shook his head and smiled at the fat man.

"People outside? We don't know anyone outside. Are you friends with Sanpao?"

The fat man was a little confused by Sanpao's words. He did have an acquaintance in Jinling City, the one who was the contractor in the village. However, when the fat man came to the city, he didn't contact him, and when the fat man asked himself, he didn't have such a face to invite him to dinner.

"It's not my friend, you know him too..." Sanpao seemed to be deliberately teasing the fat man, and he always didn't say who was the treat.

"Sanpao, let me tell you something. Brother Yi has an object worth tens of thousands of yuan in his hand, not left by his master..." After fighting Sanpao for more than ten years, the fat man's eyes turned and stopped asking, but instead led the topic to Fang Yi.

"Ah? What?" Sure enough, when Sanpao, who also belonged to the extreme poverty class, heard the number of tens of thousands, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ahem, who is going to invite us to dinner?" The fat man laughed and pulled the topic back.

"It's the female policeman who was stolen yesterday. She came here at noon..."

Sanpao did not keep it in hiding again this time, but said honestly: "She said she should thank us yesterday. She didn't have time to work during the day. I'll ask if we have time tonight? If we have time, we'll invite us to a meal..."

"That female policeman?!" Hearing Sanpao's words, the fat man's eyes immediately widened, he slapped his thighs and said, "If you have time, you must have time. Wuliang, the beautiful policeman, actually wants to invite us to dinner?"

In fact, the fat man went to the police station to take a record yesterday and was very shocked. Because after arriving at the police station, the fat man never saw the beauty again. He didn't come out to say thank you until the recording was finished. On the way back, the fat man kept saying that the female policeman was an ungrateful wolf.

But the fat man never expected that the beauty still remembered these little people, so her mood suddenly became better. Among the women the fat man knew, even the female stars he met on TV, it seemed that she was not as good-looking as the girl.
Chapter completed!