C77 Wu Huai

Just like a human being, he was much more obedient after being taught a lesson.

Nothing was broken, so I put them back on the shelf and went back to the table to examine the illusion.

Picking up the magnifying glass, he discovered that the lines that looked pleasing to the eyes were filled with tiny dots of yellow light. These things were very minute, if one didn't carefully observe them it would be impossible to discover.

Just like a bird's eye view, it was smooth and beautiful. When it was lowered to a lower altitude, it discovered that the traffic network was already clogged up, ruining its perfect feeling in an instant.

Was this the most direct outward manifestation of the accumulation of resentment? I thought of that bottomless, vast sea of blood and remembered that this was, in a sense, something that could communicate with the other end of time. Without touching it easily with my hand, I began to try a method that I had never used before.

He had to first think of a way to strip off the blood ocean that was hidden at the outermost layer of the cage. Only then would he be able to come into true contact with this thing and suppress the 'redness' that he had not shown since the beginning and end.

Only by slowly peeling off the protective layer would I be able to see its true form. At this moment, I suddenly believed that everything I saw was just a scene of a hazy outer garment being draped over it.

The stone lion can swallow negative auras, and is the most commonly used thing in our line of work, which can be understood as the most basic symbol composition. Sometimes, just a slight angle could cause a huge change in their effect. It could be strong or weak, or it could even spit or swallow. Everything was changed at the slightest degree.

Twelve stone lions, the size of two men, were arranged around this illusory void. During this time, they remained quiet as if they were beneath my notice, and only after I had placed the last lion in its place did they react to the fierce resistance of the National Grief. But it was too late, it was already pinned to the table and unable to move.

"Enjoy it. I'm helping you." After casually saying a few words, I folded the small black cloth that I wanted to pounce on and pulled out this illusory and hollow small black cloth, and brought four more Old Object with me as I walked out.

With little things here, these things are terrifyingly efficient in fading red, and I can even believe that such things have never happened in the antique trade. Otherwise, if the Zheng Family passed it down, it would definitely not have accumulated so many sticky red Old Object.

Perhaps it would only take a year for these shelves to contain hundreds, if not thousands of years' worth of objects. Most of them would turn into the purest of antiques. What kind of value was this? Just the mere thought of it was enough to send shivers down one's spine. This was his foundation, a guarantee that he would be able to live on for a long time. It was as if he had a few predecessors who had planted a tree, and his descendants would be able to enjoy the shade.

In seven days, perhaps, it would be the day of a storm. Once again, the illusory sky would be under the control of the Zheng family, blossoming with brilliant lights and vibrant colors under the skies of China.

The little thing might still be worried about me. It was very sensitive, and could sense everything inside from the outside. So while waiting for me to come out, I saw him squatting on the desk in the room, staring at me unblinkingly.

"Hmph …" He was as fast as a cat. Perhaps even a cat would be ashamed of itself if they saw him acting as he pleased. This pig was a weirdo, the only one in the world who didn't have a title.

"Zheng, there's a man in his fifties looking for you outside."

Just as I entered the courtyard, I saw Huang Si jogging over from the front hall.

"A man in his fifties is looking for me? "Who is it?"

"I don't know, he didn't say anything when I asked my brother, and the person I called wanted to see you." Do you see it? "

"You don't even say your name yet you want to see me? "Who the heck is this? If I don't see him, tell him that I've gone on a trip." This is the first time I've encountered something like this, and my first reaction is to not see her. Huang Si turned his head and was about to return to the front hall when my heart suddenly stopped.

"Si Er, wait."

"Ah, does Zheng have any other orders?"

"What did that man in his fifties look like?" I asked Huang Si.

Huang Si replied: "His hair isn't long nor short, and his face is scrawny and pointy... "Right, his clothes are really weird. It's still hot and he's wearing a long robe, just like those clothes from ancient times …"

"What color?" With an idea in mind, I headed straight for the front hall.

"Black, completely black, without even a hint of other colors." Huang Si followed behind me and replied. I clapped, it's him, he almost forgot about this.

In the front hall, Wu Huai sat on a rattan chair specially prepared for customers. In front of him was an untouched cup of tea. Huang San sat opposite him, and the two of them chatted happily without the slightest awkwardness.

Huang San was a very active person, and although Wu Huai used to run an antique shop, he was more like a businessman through and through. He talked about his dreams for me, wanting to create the glory of the antique industry.

The merchant was good at socializing, so the two sat together and began to talk endlessly. Wu Huai, on the other hand, didn't mind Huang San being able to be his son's age. The two of them seemed to be happily chatting.

"Cough, cough!" I coughed twice. Wu Huai stood up first when he heard the sound, followed by Huang San.

"Boss!" Huang San Huang Si's eyes almost fell when he heard this form of address. They probably never would have thought that there was actually a great relationship between me and this person in front of them.

"Sit down, sit down. Why are you being so courteous?" Old Wu has already said so many times that I really can't stand such formalities. "

"You can't put it like that. The etiquette of nobility can't be wasted. The rebellious hearts of the servants are usually caused by the magnanimity and tolerance of the master. From ancient times until now, there have been countless examples of this, and the boss has always been on his guard. "

What Wu Huai said was a hint, he was hinting me to not treat Huang San Huang Si too well.

Hearing this, Huang San's eyes turned cold and he nodded his head as if he had understood something. Huang Si on the other hand, still had that silly look on his face. He looked at Wu Huai and me, not knowing how to scratch his head.

"Alright, alright, sit down if you have something to say. San-er and Si Er, I still trust you. Si Er, go make some good tea. "

"Alright." After listening to my affirmation, Wu Huai no longer made any unusual sounds. We sat down and Huang Si brought two cups of good tea over. He gave it to me and then handed it to Wu Huai.

"There's no rush. Boss, I'll give you the accounts for these three months first." Wu Huai took out a booklet from his pocket. The cover was blank. This was the total turnover of the three months he had spent in Chang An's shop.

"I don't trust anyone. How could I not trust you? Don't let me check again. You just have to do it well over there." I've sent someone to bring you back this time for something else. "

Speaking of which, Wu Huai and I might really have been brought about by fate.

He was originally the boss of Wu Ji's antique shop in the Chang'an City, but four years ago, he had received a batch of items that Teacher Tu had just brought out from the ground, causing him to fall into endless trouble.

In the short span of three months, all of his businesses had fallen into disarray, as if his luck was reversed.

It just so happened that I was traveling to Chang'an Antique Shop at that time, looking at all kinds of antique shops and accumulating experience to draw up Zheng's grand map. So I went to Wu Ji's Antique Shop.

As soon as I took the first step into Wu Ji, I was stunned. How could that be an antique shop? It was like entering a ghost cave, a tomb that had been devoid of sunlight for tens of thousands of years. At that time, Wu Huai's face was emaciated, as if he was suffering from severe malnutrition and could fall to the ground at any time to rest for a long time.

Thus, due to ancestral teachings, I meddled with other matters and used the special methods of the Zheng Family to help Wu Huai seal up those items. I also warned him about many things that he needed to pay attention to.

At first, like everyone else, he didn't really believe in these things. After going through a special period of baptism, people had broken the 'Ox, Ghost, Snake and God' in their minds, but they had caused quite a number of troubles.

In the end, I could only lament that I didn't recognize her kindness. Then, I threw down a sentence that I didn't believe, and turned around to leave. Before he left, he gave Wu Huai my contact address and told him to find me whenever there was something wrong.

At that time, I still naively believed that saving a person's life was better than making a seven-layered pagoda. Furthermore, he continued to carry out the training of the Zheng clan without the least bit of discounts. Later on, I found out that if I didn't have the financial support, I wouldn't be able to carry out my training.

It was also logical for Wu Huai to find me a month later. He really believed in everything and was deeply grateful to me. We chatted for a long time.

Last... Could it be because of my character? Of course, I was more inclined to him being attracted to the Zheng Clan and actually doing something that many people thought was stupid. He wanted to give Wu Ji to the Zheng Clan and say that if he was given the opportunity, he would be able to fulfill our common ideal.

Idealists are crazy, and so am I, and so is Wu Huai, and so we went mad and became a family.

Everything seemed to have been influenced by logic, going so smoothly that even I didn't expect it. I became the boss, and he became my first advisor. Of course, before today, no one but me and him knew about these things.

Wu Ji even used Wu Ji's name, but at any time, he was able to take off the signboard at the door and change it into the golden words, 'Zheng's Ancient Passage'.

This was my evaluation of Wu Huai in our contact later on. I gave him the opportunity to completely muddle the waters of the antique shop in China. Then, I would turn Madam Zheng into a flood dragon in the muddy water, breaking out of the water and finally turning into a real golden dragon flying in the clouds.

Wu Huai nodded and waited quietly for me to explain.

"Ear over here, if you say it out loud, I'm afraid you'll be shocked, so you have to restrain yourself and keep a calm mind. Remember, keep a calm heart."

Hearing what I said, Wu Huai became even more curious, and even Huang San and Huang Si couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"The illusion is hollow. It has appeared."

I said softly. Wu Huai's eyes widened and he suddenly stood up.