Shocked, my video goes to the future!

Through the thick black suitcase, Wang Yang stared at the little hammer, and it became more and more familiar.

Where did you see it?

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correct!

Isn't this the Haotian Hammer that was stolen from the Sichuan City Museum in the future video?

Unexpectedly, it was stolen by these guys.

Wang Yang also went back to the toilet, changed into his own appearance again, then opened the suitcase, and started playing with the Clear Sky Hammer.

Whoops!

This little thing is pretty heavy!

Fortunately, I have strong hands, otherwise I would have fallen and hit the floor.

However, there is nothing unusual about this little hammer except that it is inlaid with some gold and precious stones!

So why would [The Philosopher] go to such lengths to steal such a bland bauble?

Could it be that there are some little secrets hidden in it?

Thinking of this, Wang Yang directly put the Clear Sky Hammer in his pocket.

Matt, who cares!

Since this thing is so important to [Philosopher], I will not let him do what he wants.

Hey, just play!

After Wang Yang took the Haotian Hammer as his own, he was still not satisfied.

He picked up the hand sanitizer on the toilet sink, and at the moment of using [Thousand Faces], Wang Yang's eyes also turned into golden vertical pupils.

I saw him blowing lightly, and the bottle containing the hand sanitizer turned into a delicate... small hammer??!!

The small black hammer is inlaid with gold, and there are dozens of red sapphires on the handle of the hammer...

It's actually exactly the same as the Clear Sky Hammer just now!

Looking at the high-tech counterfeit in front of him, Wang Yang put it into the black box with satisfaction, and then began to observe the corridor outside the toilet.

You have to find a conspicuous place, or they won't be able to find it later.

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Opposite Chuancheng Anorectal Hospital, Spicy Fat Intestine Noodle Restaurant.

[Philosopher] is sitting at a neat table, waiting for his own food.

Compared with the noisy environment in the store, the environment at his table is particularly lonely and deserted. I don't know if it is because he looks like a homeless man, or there is an unpleasant sour smell on his body. He was a little respectful and far away, not daring to approach.

In fact, before he came in, there was a mother and daughter on the table.

However, after seeing the shabby-looking [Philosopher], their sarcastic woman immediately left holding the child cursing.

If it wasn't for the little girl in her arms who kindly handed over a lollipop when she was leaving, this matter might not have just ended like this.

To me, killing one more person is just as simple as trampling an ant to death.

What's more, it was an ant that I hated to be trampled to death!

Soon, a steaming bowl of fatty sausage noodles was served.

After the boss Liu Yafei put the noodles on the [philosopher]'s table, he served two pancakes from the plate.

"Uncle, don't worry seven (eat)! This is a gift!"

"Thank you."

[Philosopher] said with a calm face, but when he spoke, he revealed a full of kindness.

"You're welcome! You can eat for seven (eating) first! If you don't have enough, there is still soda in the refrigerator. If you are thirsty, go get it yourself!"

When he left, Liu Yafei was still talking non-stop, for fear that he would not take good care of himself.

Facing this regular customer, Liu Yafei has a special emotion.

When my father was still alive, he often said to himself that this beggar uncle is a great benefactor of his family.

When my divorced father brought him from the countryside to Sichuan City, he opened a fat sausage noodle restaurant.

No, to be precise, it should be a mobile stall.

At that time, in order to take care of himself, my father was both a father and a mother every day, doing business from dawn to dusk, and was chased around by the urban management like flies, so he couldn't make much money all year round.

Until later, my father met a homeless man, that is, the beggar uncle.

At that time, other people who set up street stalls disliked the homeless man because it was dirty and smelly. Only the father did not dislike him. Looking at the homeless man with the same disease in front of him, he handed him a bowl of fat intestine noodles.

They talked a lot that night.

And my father remembered very clearly that he asked the old beggar a question before he left.

"Brother, what is your greatest wish in this life?"

This is what my father answered at the time.

"Make money, earn a lot of money with my own ability, and then open my noodle shop to the streets and alleys of Sichuan City."

And strangely enough, since then...

The family's fat intestine noodles became extremely popular, and the family's business was more prosperous than all the stalls on the whole street.

People who come to eat say that their fat intestine noodles have a strange and incomparable fragrance, which is not found in other noodle restaurants, but they can't say what it is.

Hearing these words, his father was also in a fog, not knowing what was going on.

However, he knew that all of this had a lot to do with that strange beggar uncle.

In this way, he accumulated capital in a muddleheaded manner, became stronger and bigger, opened dozens of chain noodle restaurants with fat sausages, and became a well-known private entrepreneur in Sichuan City.

Moreover, their fat intestine noodles were even interviewed by the famous gourmet program "A Bite of China", and many foreigners came here...

Later, his father died.

When the beggar uncle heard the news, he was silent for a long time, and then ate eighteen large bowls of fatty sausage noodles with tears in his eyes, and was sent to the opposite anorectal hospital by ambulance...

Now, for me who is unaccompanied in a strange city, the old beggar in front of me is my uncle and elder.

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【Philosopher】Looking at the spicy and delicious bowl of fat sausage noodles in front of him, he didn't move his chopsticks in a hurry, but soaked the crispy and delicious oil cakes in the red oil noodle soup first.

After a few seconds, it is not too satisfying to pick up a large piece of oil cake covered with red oil soup and take a bite.

After the taste buds were opened, he also started to eat, a mouthful of fat sausage, a mouthful of oil cake, eating it with great joy.

10 minutes later,

The big bowl of fat intestine noodles has bottomed out, and [Philosopher] is also sweating profusely from eating, his mouth is already numb, as if wearing aunt-colored lipstick, very bright.

Just as he was eating and cleaning up, he was about to leave with the black box at hand.

Suddenly, he just felt that his hands were empty. .

Compared to when he just came out of Nangong Mingzhu, he seemed to be missing something.

I go!

Where's my box!

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Nangong Pearl, VIP meeting room on the sixth floor of No.20.

The belated Zhuge Pangdun and Shen Qingshan finally rushed over, just opened the door, and said in a Taiwanese accent.

"Bad, bad! (Sorry.)"

"I'm going to show you the way today, it's too congested!"

"Everyone……"

Looking at the people who were eating pastries at the conference table, Zhuge Jun froze in the middle of his words.

Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, he was stunned.

Brother Yang drinking green tea!

Still so handsome...

An Yuxuan eating cake!

Still so boring...

Cao thief looking at the beauty!

Still so hungry...

?("?д?")?

What I knew was that Hei Shi would hold a meeting, but Zinima thought it was an alumni dinner for some reason!

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