He was the only son in the family and was doted on by his parents.

But before I entered middle school, my parents suddenly disappeared for no apparent reason.

With the help of relatives and friends, I called the police, published newspapers, went online, searched many people, and spent a lot of time and money, but there was no news at all.

Chen Yi has since become an orphan.

But he always hopes that his parents are still somewhere in this world and will come back one day.

So he has to guard the old house and wait for his parents to come back.

If his arm couldn't twist his thigh, the old house would certainly not be able to be defended. The final result was that he got his current house in its place, an antique three-story building with angled eaves, and behind the building.

A small yard.

It’s hard to say whether he lost money or gained money. If he had taken that huge sum of money and the new house in a prosperous community, he might have been better off.

But for him, it couldn't be a better result.

And by guarding this small building, even if I don't work, I can support myself by renting it out to some film crews from time to time.

"Lao An, why are you closing the stall so late today?"

Back in front of the small building, Chen Yi found that the owner of the prop shop next door to his home was still open and closing the stall.

"Hi! Today, a little shabby crew came to me and asked me to provide them with props for free. They advertised for me in the show. I believed you! A shabby web drama that popped up out of nowhere.

I wonder if anyone will read it and advertise it? I’ve been bothered with this for a whole day and it’s really annoying me..."

Lao An was so angry that he finally found a place to take out the garbage, and he couldn't stop popping.

"Okay, okay! Don't bother me again after you've been annoyed!"

Chen Yi was confused by what he heard and hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt him. Looking at the pile of things in front of his store, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let me clean it up for you."

Lao An is actually not old. His full name is An Long, who is exactly ten years older than him.

He is a neighbor and has opened a prop studio, which rents or sells props and specializes in providing shooting props to some film crews. He is also considered a craftsman.

Swords that swing like tinfoil strips, tables and chairs that break when a person lies on them, large foam rocks that can be kicked as balls, ancient books that are newer than the textbooks of bad students, beans that bleed when you bite them...

Anyway, they have everything, but they all have the same characteristics: cheap! Fake!

Well, it’s not like there are no good things among them. The beans he makes that can bleed when you bite them are pretty good. Not only can they bleed, they can also be eaten. They taste pretty good. Many crew members who need to vomit blood like to buy them from him.

It’s not that Lao An is evil, these things are like this, and others don’t want them if they are better. After all, you get what you pay for with props. Good quality is still very expensive, and most of the crew’s money is spent.

How can you spend money on these insignificant things when you are so rich?

Those who are rich and have no shortage of money will not go to this small workshop to find good ones. They will cooperate with specialized prop production companies.

And Lao An also lived a comfortable life relying on a small crew that looked like an ant colony.

The two of them have a good relationship, and they often help each other out. Chen Yi also does a lot of things like helping to close the stalls.

"You are quite interesting, kid."

Lao An said with a smile.

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing?"

He was originally bending down to pack things. It was dark and he didn't pay much attention to it. Now he straightened up and saw Chen Yi, who was dressed in monk's clothes and cassocks and had a bald head. He was suddenly shocked.

"I haven't seen you shave your head for a long time? I never heard that you like to play with roasting... roasting Prey to death."

"Liecao! And what's wrong with your neck?"

Seeing the blood on his neck, Lao An's voice became even sharper.

"Stop yelling!"

Chen Yi shouted angrily.

"I accidentally scratched it, it's okay."

He wiped his hand on his neck, and it looked like a lot of blood had flowed. In fact, the door panel knife just touched the side of his neck and cut some flesh, which is now scabbed.

"Really?" Lao An glanced at it worriedly.

"real!"

Lao An saw that it was indeed a small cut and not serious, so he didn't ask further questions and nodded: "It's okay, you kids are still good at playing. Tsk, don't tell me, your dress is quite tasteful. I'll do it tomorrow."

Dressed like this, if you go to this film and television city, you might be able to get a role and become an instant star! With your looks, it would be a shame not to be a star."

"I'm warning you, Lao An, don't covet my beauty anymore, be careful I tell my sister-in-law to cut you off! Clean it up quickly!"

As Chen Yi spoke, he bent down, lightly lifted a large stone taller than a person and walked inside.

"Be careful! That's the rock in my shop!"

"Bubble Town, you don't mind being shabby and you're not afraid of people complaining that you pollute the environment?"

"Brat!"

The two of them bickered while working, and soon everything was settled.

Chen Yi glanced at the few things left, dragged a large wooden box out of it, opened the lid and took a look, and suddenly felt happy.

"Hey, Lao An, are you going to kill Shaolin first or Wudang later? You've moved all the people's Buddhist scriptures here."

In the box are a lot of props and martial arts secrets, such as "Yi Jin Jing", "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", "Seventy-two Special Skills", "Tai Chi", "Tai Chi Sword", etc.

Chen Yi knelt down with great interest and flipped through a few books at random. It turned out that it was not just a white paper book with a cover, but there were densely packed text inside, which was quite serious.

"You kid, please be careful, this is very expensive."

"Forget it, it's 10 yuan a book. I'll give you as much as you want."

Chen Yi curled his lips and suddenly froze.

The gray curtain appeared before his eyes again...

[Discovered the martial arts secret book "Golden Image Kung Fu" (false), yes/no and converted it into "Golden Image Kung Fu" (true)]

The corners of Chen Yi's eyes twitched, and he lowered his head to look at a... secret book in his hand? Then he looked at the box full of books, feeling as if he had made a small profit.

But after a while, I felt that the small target I had achieved had flown away.

He rummaged through the box and found that not every prop had a prompt. In a large box of books, only four of them responded, and he didn't know why.

Randomly made-up stuff can also turn into real secrets, which kind of ruins your outlook.

But what the heck, this seems to be a good thing?

"Lao An, these books are quite interesting. Lend me a few to go back and read."

Holding four books, he raised his head and shouted.

"What's so good about this thing? Why, do you still want to dominate the martial arts world?" Lao An wondered.

Chen Yiyang read four books: "This is a peerless secret book. Don't believe it. Don't blame me if you regret it in the future."

"What nonsense." Lao An sneered.

Yeah, I still don’t believe it to be honest.

"It's fun to make up. I'll take it back to pass the time."

"Okay, take it away."

Lao An waved his hand: "That's about it for me. I can do the rest by myself. You can go back as soon as possible."

"Let's go, see you later!"

Chen Yi was not polite. He took the book and ran home with a happy step.

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Chapter completed!