12dz Chapter 71 A Bad Morning
Chapter 71 A Bad Morning
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"Acquired - master of imitation of cultural relics."
"ah?"
"What is this?"
Lin Hongfei showed a surprised expression, and with the influx of countless knowledge, he finally understood what it was.
A master of imitation of cultural relics, to put it bluntly, is a person who is good at forging cultural relics.
After acquiring this ability, Lin Hongfei can easily imitate some cultural relics, and even a master appraiser in the antique shop can hardly find the clues.
"I can't afford to do things like counterfeiting cultural relics these days."
"However, with this ability, I can easily identify the authenticity of cultural relics."
"Those who know how to fake can naturally identify the loopholes of fake products."
"When you have nothing to do, you can go to Panjiayuan and Liulichang to pick up some leaks and find some antiques."
Lin Hongfei was quite satisfied, with a smile on his face.
After arriving at the police station's office, he brewed a cup of hot tea, picked up a copy of today's new "Beijing News" and read it, and even lit a cigarette.
"A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, and a newspaper for a day."
"It's a comfortable day!" Lin Hongfei said with satisfaction.
But before he could read the front of the newspaper, a police officer said cautiously outside the door: "Director Lin, someone is begging to see you outside!"
"Who is it?" Lin Hongfei asked.
"The treasurer of Dongfuxing, Jiang Maowen!"
Lin Hongfei frowned slightly, thinking that he asked Jiang Maowen to come yesterday, why did he come to see him today.
What does this kid want to do?
Is this looking down on yourself, coming a day late on purpose, and neglecting me?
"Tell him, no time!"
Lin Hongfei didn't bother to pay attention to Jiang Maowen any more. If he had the time, wouldn't it be nice to rest comfortably for a while? He was almost too busy these days.
"Yes, Chief!"
The police officer went out immediately, and the humble attitude he had just faced with Lin Hongfei disappeared immediately, replaced by a bit of arrogance.
"Officer, Director Lin..."
Jiang Maowen rushed to meet him, and before he could finish speaking, the police officer interrupted:
"Director Lin is busy with business today, so he has no time to meet outsiders!"
"Ah, this..."
Jiang Maowen was stunned for a moment, and then quickly asked, "When will Chief Lin be free?"
"Then how do I know, I'm just a gatekeeper, can I inquire about the director's affairs?" The policeman was not polite, and said straightforwardly.
Seeing that Jiang Maowen wanted to say something, the police officer interrupted directly: "Okay, come back tomorrow!"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Maowen was ignored, and the police went straight back to the gatehouse to be on duty.
Jiang Maowen's face turned pale immediately, it seemed that Director Lin was angry with himself, and he had offended him.
"No, I have to find a way to ease the relationship, or I won't be able to do business in Beicheng District in the future."
"I have to find a middleman to help me make peace, but who can I turn to..." Jiang Maowen looked sad, thinking while walking.
Today is a rare leisure time, Lin Hongfei hid in the office all morning drinking tea, smoking, reading newspapers, laying down and lying down.
In the middle, Zhang Jincai came in once, saying that he would invite himself to Dongxing Building for a drink in the evening.
Lin Hongfei chuckled, and immediately agreed. He had already forgotten about quitting drinking in the morning.
At noon, Lin Hongfei, who had been lying flat all morning, had a rare exercise. He called a rickshaw and went to the well-known Mu's restaurant in the capital to eat a bowl of fried pimples.
After eating and drinking enough, Lin Hongfei was idle and bored, and let the coachman drag him to the overpass for a stroll.
Although it was already lunch time, the performers hadn't stopped. They were still performing hard for the few audiences around, trying to earn as much money as possible.
For people like them who perform on the ground, the wind is halved and there is no rain, so they have to work harder when the weather is sunny and the wind is light.
Holding a handful of ocean in his hand, Lin Hongfei strolled along the overpass, passing by a singer who sang a ditty, and saw a short, fat man with a shaved head singing with a smile:
"That Zhang Xiucai in the fourth watch, took off his trousers, and Yingying said, "Xiao Nu's family is originally that chaste daughter..."
"Alas!"
"What a ditty!"
Lin Hongfei looked disgusted, and threw two ocean dollars over to the ditty singer.
Naturally, the ditty singer had no time to thank him, but the little apprentice who was carrying a gong hurried over, bowed deeply to Lin Hongfei directly, and said in his mouth:
"Thank you for the two oceans!"
"Master, what do you want to hear, my master will sing it to you later!"
For a moment, Lin Hongfei felt that he was not visiting the flyover, but was swiping his phone to watch the live broadcast.
"Well, don't sing such vulgar things, it's too unrefined."
"Just give me an eighteen touch!" Lin Hongfei said.
The little apprentice almost burst out laughing, this master is really interesting, he said something elegant, and let him sing the next line.
The master who sang the little song knew it, and he just opened his mouth and sang it. He knows a lot of these three vulgar little songs.
It's not that he likes to sing this thing, it's mainly that the old and young people who visit the bridge like it, and he will naturally know what the guests like.
Of course, not to mention the vulgarity and vulgarity of the old and young men who visit the overpass, and the inferior people can't get on the stage.
Those high-class people naturally don't listen to these three vulgar tunes, they just come to the truth.
After singing "Eighteen Touches", Lin Hongfei still shook his head in distaste: "It's too vulgar, it's really immoral."
Then, he threw three more oceans over there!
After Lin Hongfei walked around, when he was about to reach the end of the overpass, he found a stall for practicing martial arts.
There were only seven or eight people around the stall, and all of them just watched the stall owner practicing martial arts with a knife, and had no intention of paying at all.
Lin Hongfei didn't intend to stay at first. After all, these jugglers on the overpass are notoriously ostentatious and useless.
However, after Lin Hongfei took a few more glances, he stopped and watched.
A few seconds later, Lin Hongfei said to himself: "He has real kung fu, he is a very good swordsman!"
On the open space in front of him, a strong young man in his early twenties was playing with a five-foot seedling knife, dancing like a tiger and tiger, and he didn't look like that kind of showmanship.
The young man finished his swordplay, bowed his hands to the onlookers, then held up a gong, and said respectfully: "Everyone, if you feel that the boy's swordplay is really hard, please join us."
Although the words were polite, everyone didn't make any move to pay, which clearly meant that they wanted to prostitute for nothing.
A look of disappointment quickly flashed in the young man's eyes. He has real kung fu, but he can't exchange it for money.
If I can't make more money today, I'm afraid I and my companions will starve.
"clang!"
At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the gong, and the young man looked down, and a gleaming silver ocean suddenly landed on the gong.
In an instant, the young man raised his head abruptly, and his eyes quickly fell on Lin Hongfei. Lin Hongfei smiled and said:
"You have kung fu!"
"but··"
Lin Hongfei pointed to the young men and women behind him:
"Are they capable?"
The young man was very clever, and immediately understood Lin Hongfei's meaning. He immediately greeted his companions behind him:
"Come, come, everyone, show off your real kung fu, and help this master!"