"Young man, what? Do you think the money is too little? You can discuss it again?"

The old man saw that Song Wen seemed to hesitate and said again.

"No, the old man misunderstood." Song Wen said quickly after hearing this.

He was a little short of money, but he didn't like money. He just wondered why the old man was interested in a broken book and would pay such a high price to buy it. He originally thought he was a liar, but looking at his expression, demeanor and dress, he didn't look like the kind of person who cheated people of money, so he was surprised and was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he was misunderstood by the old man.

"I'm just wondering, just like this book, how could the old man pay such a high price? You just say 1,000 or 10,000, maybe I'll sell it to you. Why should I pay such a high price?" Song Wen asked in confusion.

The old man smiled and said, "Maybe in your eyes, this book is not worth so much, but in my eyes it is worth a thousand gold. One thousand, ten thousand is not worthy of its identity. Even if it is one hundred thousand, I feel a little shabby."

One hundred thousand is shabby, that's one million! Song Wen thought to himself, saying that this is also a master who has too much money to spend.

But I still felt strange in my heart and said, "Is this book still an antique?"

"It's also an antique, but what I'm precious in my eyes is not its antique identity, but the book itself?"

“How to say it?”

"To be honest, this book was originally the notes of my grandfather. Later, it was copied during the Cultural Revolution. As everything in the family disappeared, I didn't expect to see it here, so I would buy it no matter what. Young man, tell me the price, no matter how much I will buy it." The old man said proudly, looking really rich.

However, a gentleman loves money and gets it well. For this book, 100,000 is obviously beyond all its value. If Song Wen is no longer satisfied, he will be a little greedy.

"Actually, this book is useless to me. I just like the contents inside. If you want to buy it, just take it, but I want to copy the contents inside." Song Wen bought this book mainly to make tea and wine with bamboo leaves. As for the book itself, it is meaningless to him.

The old man agreed to Song Wen's request and went to a nearby color printing shop to photocopy a copy for him. Then the old man called to transfer the money. After Song Wen went to the bank to check the accounts, the old man left with the book.

Song Wen was a little confused, feeling that the money was like it fell from the sky, and it seemed to be coming too fast!

The boss who set up a street stall to sell books clearly saw the transaction between Song Wen and the old man. Suddenly, two numbers of one million and one hundred thousand kept appearing in front of him. His intestines turned blue with regret. He couldn't help but slapped himself hard, closed the stall and went home.

Since then, as long as the book with brush calligraphy is printed or written, he will put it away. God will pay attention to the will of the heart. Finally, one day, he made him meet a dead mouse, and he really made him make a small decision. Of course, this is a later story.

With the original 10,000 yuan on the card, Song Wen now has more than 110,000 yuan on the card, so he wants to buy a four-wheeled motorcycle. Although the quad-wheeled motorcycle cannot be on the road, it is okay to play at home. Besides, it doesn’t matter if you go on the road. At worst, you can run away when you catch someone and get it. But there is no quad-wheeled motorcycle for sale in Nanzhou, so he has to wait for another place to buy it. However, after buying it, it is also a big problem, which is really a headache.

Since he slipped in the stream that time, he has suffered from phobia and was afraid of slipping again. He has been thinking about buying a four-wheeled motorcycle, but now he has money but has no money. It's really depressing. Unfortunately, he doesn't like driving a car, otherwise it would be nice to buy a broken QQ to drive.

I wandered around for a while and saw that it was already noon, so he walked to a corner of the old street where there was an old century-old braised food restaurant.

The old street was demolished and demolished by the government, and now only a few are well preserved. The street where the century-old store is located has a Shangshu archway from the Qing Dynasty, so it is lucky to be preserved. Every time I come here, Song Wen will go there to eat braised food. The braised food in this store is really good, almost the best in Nanzhou.

When I arrived at the braised food store, I saw that the plaque with the words "Laogen Braised Food Store" was already dark and smoked, revealing a vicissitudes of life, and it was almost full of people.

A strong braised flavor floated out from the inside. Looking inside, I saw a glass window with various braised flavors, duck wings, large intestines, chicken feet, rabbits, baking meat and other things. Song Wen couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"what would you like."

Seeing Song Wen come in, a waitress asked him with a clip and a basin containing braised food.

"Cut some pig scalp, one leg of duck, two pieces of baked meat, two spices and a few duck wings, and add some duck intestines, and finally a bowl of old duck soup, that's it."

Song Wen was about to walk in after he finished the order, but suddenly he saw someone walking in, but it was the old man who had just bought the book.

"Old sir, you come here for dinner too!" Song Wen greeted politely.

"It's you? It's really where we meet in life!"

The old man was also surprised to see him and said with a smile: "This is a century-old restaurant. I come here to have dinner almost every time I come back."

"Just just now, I felt that I was not a local person when I heard the old man's accent. It turned out that you hadn't lived here for a long time."

"I moved out when I was a child. Now I am old and nostalgic. I come back to see it every year. Unfortunately, the place I lived in before was demolished. Now, I can still find a little bit of the feeling of being a child in this place."

"Yes, if I kept the old street in the past, it would be so comfortable to see. Now I have removed the old one and covered the new one, and the whole place is covered with steel and concrete, so it is not interesting to see it."

The two of them started talking at the door, but unfortunately it was time to eat. After only a while, they blocked the person who was about to eat.

After seeing this, Song Wen hurriedly pulled the old man to an empty table to sit down.

"Since the old man has returned from another place, I will invite him to welcome him."

"Isn't this good?"

"If there is anything wrong, just treat it as borrowing flowers to offer Buddha." After saying that, he went over to order food regardless of whether the old man agreed or not.

The boy in front of him had just earned him some money, so the old man did not have a relationship with him, so he agreed.

After a while, Song Wen walked over with two plates of sharp braised pork.

"Why are you ordering so much?" the old man frowned.

"It's okay, I'm afraid I'm not going to be enough? Come and eat while it's hot."

Song Wen waved his hand and said without any hesitation. Then he didn't be polite to the old man. He picked up a duck wing and started to chew, occasionally slapping in his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, a third of the braised food was taken, which made the old man dumbfounded. He believed what Song Wen said was afraid of not enough. Seeing that he was eating so delicious, the old man felt hungry, so he buried his head and started eating. In just a while, a pile of bones were piled up in front of the two of them.
Chapter completed!