Some people walk in the darkness of the night, while others walk in the rising sun.

The bright sunshine shines, and the stone roads on Liulichang Street are like gold-plated. A rickshaw crosses the bluestone road. The driver in front of them is sweating and shouting at the top of his voice. In fact, rickshaws are already quite rare in this era. Basically, every family settled in Beijing has private cars. These drivers only sell their feelings to attract tourists from other places, but their feelings are very expensive. Generally, only foreign fools who have never seen the world are willing to pay.

The coachman worked particularly hard today because the blonde foreign fool in the back seat made a very generous move!

"Hey, you were not born twenty years ago. Back then, the shops on this street were full of treasures!"

The coachman's mouth was approaching a second-story blue brick loft with jewels: "This 'Rongbaozhai' has no name yet. The young boss at that time didn't know the goods. The items in the store were sold for sale, and they were picked up at 200 yuan per piece! Someone has bought a boxwood bonsai here, so go and be determined, wow! Five numbers at the beginning of the eight characters! Some people have also bought a Guanyin jade here and knocked a small corner, but guess what? Ice jade, six numbers! That's home!"

The coachman vividly introduced that the saliva was flying all over the sky.

On the whole road, he pointed to small blue brick buildings with black-bottomed plaques hanging on gold-shaped characters, telling the origin and interesting stories as many as possible. His steps slowed down accidentally, in fact, in order to walk slower and get more time to grind with the guests. Atmospheric guests often end up with more tips.

"Six figures? You could buy a courtyard house more than 20 years ago, right?" The guest in the back seat smiled and did not urge him.

In fact, six figures are not even pocket money for him, and the occasional consumption of high-end places is far above that. However, with the principle of following the local customs, he is willing to learn more about the local customs and talk to the coachman more.

"Oh! Expert!" The coachman exclaimed, "I heard from your accent, I came from Henan?"

"Do you think I look like a Henan person?" The guest shook his head gently and took off his natural blonde hair. "Probably, my Chinese teacher in early childhood education was a Henan person. Before I went to college, I always thought I was speaking the most authentic Mandarin."

The rickshaw walked into a Yangyan alley, which was backlit. The towering blue brick wall blocked the sunlight, and the green moss and ivy climbed to the eaves to grow wildly. The coachman gently lowered the pull rod and leaned on the car body. He casually used the sweat towel on his shoulder to accumulate sweat beads on his forehead. Perhaps it had been used for too long, and the white sweat towel was covered with yellow sweat stains that could not be washed away.

"Customer, let's go to the place."

The young guest got out of the car calmly. He wore a rose-red Chinese shirt on the upper body, had an inch wide white sleeves, black wide-leg casual pants on the lower body, and a pair of Beijing-style strips under his feet. He slapped his hands with folding fans, dressed like a crosstalk actor. But he had brilliant golden hair and blue eyes as blue as the sea water.

"Thank you for your hard work." The guest took out a stack of red bills from the cuffs, and the thickness was about enough to rent a high-end private car and wandered around the entire city.

"You have already given the fare before getting on the bus. Just give me some tips. There are too many that can't be done!" The coachman looked at the pile of heavy banknotes and waved his hand quickly.

"This is my habit." The guest stuffed the money into the coachman's arms. "You've been teasing me all the way. It's quite interesting. It seems like I've heard a special crosstalk."

"Thank you, thank you!" The coachman was flattered and hurriedly bowed. Perhaps he had never met such a generous customer, so he hesitated and reminded in a low voice: "By the way, the deeper the shop here, the fewer good goods are in the small shop. They like to cut tourists from other places, saying that the ceiling is so scattered and the price is raised. You should pay more attention!"

The guest waved his hand without looking back, opened a white paper folding fan that "it was not a hero until the Great Wall", and walked into the deep alley that could not even penetrate the sun.

Customers stopped at the door of the shop called "Fenglongtang". This is already the deepest part of the alley. Almost no antique shop would choose to open it in such a remote alley. After all, antiques are not wine, and darkness and silence will only cover them with dust.

The guest raised his head and looked deeply at the sign "Fenglongtang" above his head. It is different from other plaques on Liulichang Street. The vermilion bottom is a bit paint-off, the white head is a little blurred, and the years are carved with mottled marks on it... The young guest stared at it for a long time, and the strange colors in his azure blue eyes couldn't help but surging.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air in the morning poured into his lungs. He forced the strange light in his eyes and lifted the blue cotton curtain. The copper bell on the door "bang" and no one came to greet him. The counter was empty.

The sunlight became hazy and blurry through the old paper-paste window. When the guest walked two steps, the dust raised at the bottom of his feet flew in the hazy sunlight, like a dancing elf.

This store looks like no one has been interested in for a long time. There are boxes of large and small in the corner, which look like old wood. The old objects on the exhibition shelves are covered with gray, Tang Sancai, glazed rabbit, and clear pen inkstone... It seems that each of them hides unknown origins, covered with a mysterious sense of time and story. The gate seems to be a pass of time. When you step in, you will go back a hundred years ago. Here, time is covered with dust.

The guest swayed slowly, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sandalwood. His gaze swam past the ancient porcelain, calligraphy, paintings, pens and inkstones, and finally stopped on the big red wedding dress in the corner of the wall.

The materials for the wedding dress are made of high-quality lake silk, with exquisite and gorgeous edges. The phoenix-patterned gold foil is sewn on it, inlaid with pearl buttons and glazed sheets. It is open and nailed to the wall like a flaunt, and there is also a piece of ink paper as thin as a cicada's wings. The paper outlines a woman with a rich charm... Before the guests could check it carefully, someone made a sound behind him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The wedding clothes worn by the Qing Dynasty bannermen were in the orthodox cheongsam style. At that time, the cheongsams had a wide hem, and they were dressed in the inside. Now the cheongsams with slits on the streets outside would call it "Old Ancestor."

The guest frowned slightly. His words were "sythe sycamore", but someone came behind him, but he didn't notice it at all. He restrained his relaxed expression.

"Phoenix? Mr. Lin Fenglong?" said the guest calmly.

"Governor of Gaul?" the boss smiled, "Mr. Caesar Gattuso, unexpectedly young."

Caesar turned around, his ice-blue eyes swept, and in front of him was an old European man with a conspicuous hair. His hair was grayish white, his eyes were iron gray, his cheekbones were slightly sunken, and his white stubble extended from the temples on both sides to his chin. His bright eyes were still vaguely retaining the handsomeness of his youth.

The boss was wearing a zipper cloth shirt, with a pair of heavy iron eggs in one hand, and the soy milk and fried dough sticks in the other hand were emitting a wisp of heat. His Chinese was particularly authentic... This European old man looked completely Chinese.

"Has anyone said that? You have a calmness that is inconsistent with your age." The boss said with a smile.

"I know many people who are too calm, such as two Chinese people in the same school as me. They are younger than me, but they are calm but like two old men in ancient wells," Caesar said lightly, "but no one has ever said that I am calm, because I have never been a patient person, except today."

"Oh? Is there any difference today?" The boss was slightly stunned.

"Please complete the transaction before chatting." Caesar handed over a full-scale paper bag and said in a deep voice, "Give you 200,000 US dollars, and I have clues about the Dragon King."

"I take back the words that praise you for your calmness. You are really impatient. I originally wanted to make a cup of tea and chat slowly." The boss shook his head gently and smiled again, "But I like such refreshing people, because my store does not accept bargaining, and people who try to bargain with me will be swept out of the house."

The boss took the paper bag, weighed it, and nodded with a smile.

"Do you know the other side of the National Palace? There is a Guangcai Alley, which is only a few steps away from here. During the Ming Dynasty, it was used as a place to make firearms and explosives..." the boss said slowly.

"I know, there was once called Wang Gongchang, and there was an earth-shaking event. The Wanggongchang explosion, as well as the Mohenzhuo Daro death hill in India, and the Russian Tungus explosion, are ranked among the three most mysterious explosions in history. These explosions have similar commonalities. The fire that tore the sky is accompanied by huge mushroom clouds. Everything happened so unexpectedly. The creatures within a radius of more than ten kilometers were burned or burned to death, and the explosion has a certain toxicity, similar to radiation. Many experts say that it was definitely a nuclear explosion, but the nuclear bomb was not manufactured at all at that time, and there was no such large-scale weapon of destruction in the world."

Caesar said quickly, his tone a little impatient.

"People don't know, because these are all the effects of the Dragon King's speech spirit, which come from the high-risk speech spirit with extremely high serial numbers... I'm not here to listen to you talking nonsense, someone has already said it to me before."

"What..." The boss was stunned, and then he seemed to realize something, and glanced deeply at the red rosewood screen in the corner of the wall, "So that's it, the Gatuso family is indeed well-known."

Caesar's expressionless face was unanswered.

"Then I won't show off what's missing." The boss laughed at himself, turned around and walked to the blue brick wall, and put his fingers into the crack of the blue brick wall. He pulled out a blue brick and reached out to find a knotted blue cloth bag from the hollowed-out hole. He slowly uncovered the cloth bag, which was a brochure of rough paper, and the handwritten copy looked quite old, with crisp yellow paper sheets and four ink words "Tianbiandi Zhuan" soaked on the cover.

He handed Caesar the booklet, and Caesar took it and flipped it casually.

"An ancient book of the Ming Dynasty, a notes by an unknown folk author, but it records in detail the Wang Gongchang explosion. The content is rich and mysterious." The boss said softly, "In his notes, there is a strange bird in the world, called the "ghost car", or the "piglet", or the "nine-headed bird". It once had ten poems, and one of them was shot by Zhou Gong in mythology, and nine were left. The empty neck was always bleeding. The largest "ghost car bird" can grow to about a meter long, and now it is comparable to a small fighter. In the record of "Tianbian Di Zhuan", a strange phenomenon appeared a month before the Wang Gongchang explosion. More and more "ghost car birds" gathered on the observatory, making ghost howlings day and night, just like predicting the end of the world."

"Is there such a thing really in the world?" Caesar asked.

"Who knows? Maybe it existed before, but now it disappears..." The boss shrugged, but then his tone suddenly changed, lowering his voice, and was sinister, "It is also possible that they are hiding in a corner of the world now, hiding in the dark and peeping at you, like... a group of blood-thirsty bats!"

"It sounds creepy." Caesar commented expressionlessly.

"Yes, this is the difference between this book "Tianbiandi Copy" and other rare books, because it has more content in geography, which is what Chinese people often call Feng Shui. Things related to geography are always creepy." The boss pointed to the yellowed booklet, "Some people say this is a metaphysics, some people insist that it is science, and alchemists think it belongs to the category of theology, and there are many different opinions. The original author of this book was a Feng Shui master, or a special alchemist. His job was to find the dragon vein, but he witnessed the change at the broken corner of the dragon vein and recorded it in full. Although the words and sentences inside are not about the dragon, you will catch a dragon in it reading it together!"

"You can compare to the maps of the capital in the current and Ming Dynasty. You can go and check the spots by yourself. It will be very interesting. The old maps can be easily found in any antique vendor, but they are all new. They will sell them to you at the price of old items, and they have to kill the price." The boss reminded, "I have explained everything I can. You should not lose the information of 200,000 yuan. Is it convenient to ask you a question, Mr. Gatuso?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Well, I have a question to ask you too," Caesar said, "You ask first."

"What are Is there anything I offended? As a seller, I should be quite competent, with both buy and get free. But why do you feel that you are inexplicably alert and hostile towards me as soon as you enter the door?" The boss smiled kindly.

"Want to know the reason?" Caesar sneered, and his thumb crossed his shoulder to point at the red wedding dress on the wall behind him. "Tell me, how much do you sell this dress?"

"Twenty-eight thousand..." The boss replied subconsciously, but his heart sank.

"Here is fifty thousand." Caesar placed the second paper bag on the table.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the red wedding dress, and the familiar smirk on it, a trace of fierce haze flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, Caesar took a thunderous move and pulled the wedding dress from the wall, the silk rubbed against the nail board, and the expensive fabric was divided into two from the middle.

Caesar looked up at the wall, and the haze in his eyes instantly turned into extreme anger!

The wedding dress was brutally torn by Caesar, and the white wall that was originally covered was revealed. There was a girl's silhouette and freehand lines. Although it was just two casual strokes, it was a good copy of the girl's upright figure.

In Caesar's eyes, he was so familiar that he could not be more familiar, because that was simply copied according to Chen Motong!

"Mr. Gattuso..." The boss frowned, trying to explain something.

"Shut up! Our deal is over! Stop calling this last name, I don't like it at all!" Caesar whispered, like a beast on the edge of furiousness, "The guy who likes this last name hides in the corner over there from beginning to end, just like a little mouse stealing the wall!"

Caesar suddenly looked at the red rosewood screen in the corner and shouted loudly: "Parcy, get out!"
Chapter completed!