The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

"Do you like these copper coins?" Song Zhinan asked with a frown, "This is not an antique! If you like antiques, I have a lot of calligraphy and painting utensils at home, and I can give them to you."

Chu Luo looked at the box of ancient coins, and asked the boss wearing a navy blue melon skin hat, "How do you sell them?"

The boss is sitting on a bamboo recliner, shaking a folding fan. He looks like an outsider, but his words are very philistine.

"500."

Before Chu Luo could speak, Song Zhinan jumped up, "You are robbing! This is nothing, worth 500 million! We won't buy it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Luo said to him, "Pay."

Song Zhinan: "..."

"Sister Luo, this..." He pointed to the box of ancient coins, "This box is worth 500 million?"

Song Zhinan had just finished speaking, the boss tapped his toes, and put away the folding fan, "Little friend, I have a fine bronze coin, do you want it?"

Chu Luo closed the box of ancient copper coins and held them in his arms, "Yes."

As he spoke, he followed the boss into the shop behind him.

Seeing this, Song Zhinan thought to himself, it's over.

Other women love to buy brand-name bags and cosmetics, but this is the first time he has seen a woman who loves to buy ancient coins.

After entering the store, Song Zhinan realized that the items sold in this store were very different.

All they sell are some ghost vessels, yellow paper, cinnabar, and a banner with black characters on a red background hanging on the wall.

The boss took out an ancient red wooden box from under the cabinet and opened it, revealing hundreds of bronze coins inside.

"This box, and the price you are holding in your hand, is 500 million."

Chu Luo took out one of them and looked at it in his hand, "Okay, I want it."

She went to see Song Zhinan.

Song Zhinan: "..."

He took out a card from his pocket and handed it over, "Swipe the card."

The boss chuckled, touched the melon cap, and took the card.

Swipe your card deftly.

After swiping the card, he said to Chu Luo with a smile: "My little friend, if you want to buy anything in the future, just come to my store. I guarantee that the goods are genuine at a fair price, and you will never be deceived."

He handed out a business card.

Chu Luo took it, "OK."

Song Zhinan hugged the money box, gave the boss a hard look, and followed Chu Luo outside.

It was still early, Chu Luo and the others strolled around the ancient street.

The two walked to a fortune-telling booth, and the fortune-teller with the small black round mirror suddenly wiped the gray beard on his chin.

"Young master, I see that your seal is black, and within three days, there will be bloodshed."

Song Zhinan stopped walking.

He frowned at the fortune teller.

Seeing him wearing a blue coat, with a beard half a foot long, he looks like a fairy-like man.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, he lifted his foot and left.

The fortune teller raised his hand and pinched his fingers, and then he looked shocked, "I'm afraid this bloody disaster is not small. If it doesn't break..."

"How about it?"

Song Zhinan asked nervously.

"If it's mild, it will hurt your muscles and bones, if it's serious, it will hurt your life." The fortune teller's face was unpredictable.

Song Zhinan: "..."

He turned his head to look at Chu Luo, and seeing Chu Luo's face was pale, as if he was watching a play, he knew in his heart that he was a liar.

Knowing that he was a liar, he became interested.

He pretended to be nervous for a moment, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

The master sighed, "Since God let you meet me, this is our fate. It is God who let me resolve your disaster."

"Then thank you Master."

Grandmaster:"……"

that's it!

Why is this man so ignorant of the rules.