"Fang Yi, look?" According to the division of labor between their brothers and others, the purchase of goods was under Fang Yi's control, so the fat man naturally turned his attention to Fang Yi.

"Brother Ma, don't be in the afternoon, why don't you take Fatty and Sanpao now?" Fang Yi took out the old pocket watch and looked at it, saying, "I have something to do at noon, so I can't go there. Fatty, please invite Brother Ma to have a meal outside, and have a few sips with Brother Ma..."

Fang Yi followed Zhao Hongtao to class, except for Fatty and Sanpao, only Man Jun knew about the entire antique market. Fang Yi did not want to spread the matter, so he just refused to let him know that he had something to do.

"Brother Yi, don't worry, can we brothers still lose to Brother Ma?"

Seeing that the stall next to him had sold two strings of beads with ornaments, the fat man couldn't sit still for a moment, so he stood up and said, "Brother Ma, put all the things in your stall in my store first, and it's convenient to take them out when you come back in the afternoon..."

What made the fat man most jealous was that he found that the price of the beads for the jewelry increased. Originally, it could be sold for 200 yuan, but it increased by one-third. If the jewelry was as cheap as Lao Ma said, then this part would be a big profit.

"That's good, let's go now..."

After hearing the fat man's words, Lao Ma couldn't help but be happy. When other benefits of making friends with Fang Yi and others were not yet reflected, he had a good advantage. If he could put the goods in a shop in Manjun when closing the stalls in the future, it would save Lao Ma from bringing a bag of things on a bicycle every day.

"Fatty, don't buy too much. Please purchase goods according to our existing beads..." Before Fatty and others left, Fang Yi specifically reminded him that they don't have much money now, and they should keep the big head for the purchase of the main cultural and entertainment industry in the future.

"I know, if there are three guns, don't worry..." The fat man looked excited now, wishing to add all the hundreds of beads to their pendants immediately, and then sell them at a high price.

Fang Yi and his team were taken into the shop with Lao Ma. After a while in the market, it was time to have lunch. With the meal card given by Zhao Hongtao, Fang Yi ran to the museum cafeteria for a meal. The taste of the meal was average, but the ingredients were very clean, so Fang Yi tasted it as soon as he ate it.

"Brother Zhao, I'm here to report..." After dinner, Fang Yi knocked on the door of Zhao Hongtao's office and asked strangely: "Brother Zhao, why didn't you see you in the cafeteria? Have you had lunch?"

"I've eaten, we don't eat in the staff cafeteria..."

Zhao Hongtao casually explained, "You know, the Jinling Museum is a department-level unit. Although it is not a department-level department, the level is there? How could these department-level cadres squeeze into the same cafeteria with ordinary employees for dinner?"

"Why are you here alone? What about the fat guy and your other friend?" Seeing that Fang Yi came in and there was no one, Zhao Hongtao asked. In his impression, this young man had always been Meng Bulijiao.

"Brother Zhao, I'll make the tea for you first..."

It is natural to be more diligent to come to study. Fang Yi saw that Zhao Hongtao had not made tea yet, so he immediately started working. While washing the tea set with boiling water, he said, "They went to the east of the city to purchase goods. Our beads are too plain. The girl doesn't like them. Fatty and Sanpao went to get some jewelry and put them on again..."

"Well? Are you going on the road very fast?" After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhao Hongtao couldn't help but laugh and said, "It just so happened that I want to tell you about the branches in this miscellaneous cultural relics. This branch is a few categories of jewelry..."

"Brother Zhao, your lesson is timely and you can use it if you look back..."

Fang Yi skillfully poured a cup of tea for Zhao Hongtao and said, "Brother Zhao, let's wait for the matter of the ornament. Please help me see the beads first. I need to estimate the market price..."

"The Donkey King you wear?"

As soon as Fang Yi entered the door, Zhao Hongtao noticed Fang Yi's wrist. It was really because this string of Vajra Bodhi pavilion was too moist. As long as someone who was playing cultural relics, he would probably see it at a glance.

"It's this thing..."

Fang Yi nodded, took the string of Vajra Bodhi from his hand, and said, "This is a bracelet I have played with since I was a small plate. I have been working on it for more than ten years. The teacher said it is a magic weapon. Brother Zhao, please give me a palm..."

"Another magic weapon?"

Zhao Hongtao was stunned when he heard this, hurriedly took the bead and said, "I dare not use the word "palm" by the teacher, but Fang Yi, where did you get so many magic weapons?"

Zhao Hongtao's cognition is similar to Sun Lianda. Whether it is Taoism or Buddhist magical instruments, most of them are concentrated in Taoist temples or museums. Real magical instruments are extremely rare among the people. However, Fang Yi took two pieces in the past two days, and Zhao Hongtao was not surprised.

"Brother Zhao, I grew up in Taoist temples since I was a child?" Fang Yi had already thought of the excuse and said with a smile: "I have to recite Taoist scriptures every day when I meditate. After so many years of blessing, even a piece of wood can probably become a magic weapon..."

If you want to know the magical instruments, Fang Yi still needs to be above Zhao Hongtao. In Fang Yi's opinion, those things that are just worshipped in temples and Taoist temples cannot be called magical instruments even after years of baptism of scriptures.

Only after the objects that contain magic power after the true qi and scriptures are used to bring good fortune and avoid bad luck in real practice will Fang Yi admit that it is a magic weapon, and the other so-called consecrated things are at best a ritual instrument, which is used by the Buddhist path to make money.

Anyway, Fang Yi saw so-called treasures that were consecrated on the street stalls in the market. None of them contained magic power. After practicing in Taoism for more than ten years, Fang Yi really didn't know that consecration could be carried out in batches. If the old Taoist priest knew about this, he would probably jump out of the grave in anger?

"What you said makes sense. Fang Yi, your master is a truly capable person, unlike those who cheat outside..."

After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhao Hongtao nodded. Many monks and Taoist priests are selling dog meat by the head of sheep. Not to mention anything else, the gods wearing Taoist robes outside the Chaotian Palace were all fake Taoist priests.

So in Zhao Hongtao's view, only those who live in seclusion in the mountains like Fang Yi and his master who can endure loneliness are real masters. The temples and Taoist temples in this city have long been deteriorated.

"Brother Zhao, the world is divided into all kinds of people, and those people are just making a living..."

Fang Yi didn't dislike those people Zhao Hongtao said. He had traveled through the world like this before, and Fang Yi and his fellow practitioners also had a wild path, and they had nothing to do with the current faction of the Tianshi Dao Zhengdao.

"You are so open-minded..."

Zhao Hongtao laughed when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Let's talk about your string of Big King Kong, let alone, I have seen the color and quality of your diamond bracelet, but the paste is longer than yours, and the patina is thicker than yours, I have never seen it..."
Chapter completed!