World Tibet Bureau

Fatty Xiao and I came to the warehouse.

The previous purpose was indeed to pick up the golden doll.

But after coming, I found that the situation inside the venue was far more complicated than imagined.

Therefore, the strategy was decisively adjusted.

The smashing and gambling fights are all for the purpose of abolishing Brother Pei's plan and at the same time gaining momentum in the Jinling antique circle.

Misunderstanding.

I gave a favor to Mr. Xu, and he actually gave me a big gift backhanded.

Seeing me in a daze, Fatty Xiao quickly poked me: "Suzi, go up!"

Lu Cenyin's pretty face suddenly changed color.

A look of anger and annoyance appeared on her face again.

Mr. Xu took off the gold-plated doll from Mr. Hu's body, and handed it to me with a smile: "Brother Su, congratulations on getting married."

Holding the heavy golden doll, I replied, "Thank you, Mr. Xu! I wish Mr. Hu's health!"

This ending is beyond everyone's expectations.

The scene was extremely noisy.

I took the gold-plated doll and left the stage.

People around cast envious eyes.

Something like hundreds of thousands.

Replacement with antiques representative of Jinling culture.

It is impossible not to be envious.

Many people came over and asked me if I would give up my love.

I ignored it and gave the things to Fatty Xiao instead.

Fatty Xiao carefully put the gold-plated doll into the old bag.

"Let's go!"

I took Fatty Xiao directly out of the stocking yard.

After reaching the door.

It was already dark outside.

Fatty Xiao couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart: "Suzi, this is really a big hit! Tomorrow...no, just today! Let's go eat, take a bath, go sing, and play, which I have never played before!"

I said coldly: "Don't be too happy, trouble is coming."

Walked five 600 meters away.

"stop!"

Lu Cenyin stood behind us with Scarface Uncle Wang and Shopkeeper Song.

Menacing.

Seeing this, Fatty Xiao frowned, "What are you doing?!"

Lu Cenyin ignored Fatty Xiao, walked towards me, and said in a cold voice, "Su Chen, I will exchange the gold-plated doll with you with Medicine Master Buddha."

I replied: "No change."

Lu Cenyin said, "Okay! Make an offer, and I'll buy it!"

I replied: "Not for sale."

Hearing this, Lu Cenyin's chest heaved up and down with anger: "You think you can take away the gold-plated doll?!"

I glanced at the scarred Uncle Wang who already showed murderous intent, and replied, "Try it."

Shopkeeper Song hurriedly said: "Mr. Su, our eldest lady is really doing it for your own good, you should know..."

Lu Cenyin immediately raised her hand to stop him from continuing, and said, "You have the guts! I'll see how you can bring it home today!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Scarface Uncle Wang took a step forward.

Fatty Xiao also took a step forward.

The two were at each other's throats.

Gilt dolls don't mean much to me, they are sold to anyone.

I can give it to Lu Cenyin, but not today.

because.

After Lu Cenyin failed to exchange goods in Jianghu, she became anxious.

Now she is forcing me to give up Bao in this arrogant way.

I am very upset.

Lu Cenyin said, "Uncle Wang, we are not needed for now."

Hearing this, Uncle Wang wiped his nose fiercely with his hand, and retreated behind Lu Cenyin.

I said to Lu Cenyin: "Even if there are thousands of red flowers ahead, I must take the ones I win!"

Since then.

I waved to Fatty Xiao and strode forward.

What Lu Cenyin meant.

My heart is like a mirror.

There is a saying in the old antique rivers and lakes: "Things pick silver, money picks gold, and red flowers pick everything."

Bartering things can only be exchanged for things of equal value, and good treasures will not be exchanged.

If you buy it with money, you can buy big treasures, but you can't buy some peerless weapons.

At this time, the only way is to fight safflower!

For the treasure that is bound to be obtained.

If you can't exchange or buy it, then you can make it!

Here's the fight.

It doesn't mean grabbing.

Ming robbing is the practice of young and Dangerous people fighting in the streets.

Antique Jianghu is called "Red Flower Kicking Treasure", which is a bit like Jianghu kicking the hall, and it is slightly elegant in the bloody.

Under normal circumstances, the two parties agreed in advance how many red flower stick men each would send out.

Pay attention to one by one, fight alone.

If you win, you will win face and treasure.

If you lose, you will lose your treasure, but you will not be ashamed.

You can call back another day, or you can stand at attention after being beaten.

If you have a small number of safflowers, and someone suddenly comes to the store to kick treasures to fight for safflowers, even if you carry ten of them with one load, you must buy them.

If you really win, then the value of this red flower will inevitably soar, and he will become the target of all antique dealers in the city.

In the old society, there was no legal system at all, and it was not uncommon for Hubao Honghuagunlang to be killed.

For this reason, the importance of Hubao Honghuagunlang is self-evident, whether it is for peddlers traveling through the rivers and lakes, or for antique families sitting on the ground.

Nowadays.

I used the old rules of the rivers and lakes to smash other people's tricks and bet on other people's fights.

People use the old rules of fighting red flowers to deal with you, there is no mistake.

really.

We walked for about a kilometer, and in front of us was an abandoned construction site.

More than a dozen motorcycles are waiting for us with their lights on and blinking.

Brother Pei suddenly made a move to fight Honghua Kicking Treasure.

If I had exchanged treasures with Lu Cenyin just now.

There is no need to spell safflower today.

So, Lu Cenyin said, let's see what I can do to bring Bao home today.

She knew someone was waiting ahead.

Fatty Xiao was not afraid.

But he is just a burden soldier. Although he understands the meaning of fighting red flowers, he doesn't care much about these twists and turns.

"Would you like to call my brother?"

"No, we follow the rules."

A group of safflower stickmen from Sifangzhai came, all with short sticks around their waists.

The leader is a bald head, with a small dragon tattooed on his head, like a big maggot, winding to the corner of his eyes.

Brother Pei was not there.

In his eyes, people like us are not worthy of him appearing in person.

The bald head threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, shook his neck, made a clicking sound, and took a deep breath of air: "Hiss... If you still want to breathe fresh air, hurry up and let Bao, so that the brothers don't see you." Blood."

Fatty Xiao protected me behind him, with an extremely stern expression on his face: "Get out of my way, my fists don't have eyes!"

Hearing the words, the bald head looked up at the sky, and smiled ferociously: "This mother is really not afraid of death..."

The voice did not fall.

Fatty Xiao punched him.

The bald head was caught off guard, and suddenly let out a scream, his eyes were bloodshot, and he fell to the ground.

The fist hit the tail of the blue dragon above his head, and the blood rushed out.

It's like maggots came to my aunt.

Fatty Xiao came out of nowhere with a punch.

In the eyes of this gang of safflower stickmen, there is a meaning expressed.

Today we not only have to face the Red Flower Kicking Treasure, but also plan to pick a dozen of them with the strength of two people.

This is a great shame and humiliation to Honghua Gunlang, who relies on force to make a living.

After the bald head fell to the ground, another red flower stick man beside him pointed at Fatty Xiao's head with a stick.

I guess he might want to reconfirm whether we really intend to pick them with only two people.

result.

Fatty Xiao snatched the stick in his hand with his backhand and knocked it down. The man let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground.

Someone nearby shouted: "Good boy!"

under the moonlight.

The red stick swung wildly.

A group of extremely angry safflower stick men rushed towards us viciously.

Fatty Xiao pulled out the red stick from his waist and threw it to me.

I held the red stick in my hand and stared at him coldly.

Ten years of eating cream and drinking snow.

And look at me.

How to turn a stick into a sword today.

Sword cut safflower!