Talking about archeology, your Kowloon coffin tattoo was exposed

When I got off the train, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Huo Jilin said goodbye to everyone and returned to Huo Lingji alone.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Huo Lingji, Huo Jilin noticed the difference.

Next to the door of my own store, there is another half-built store.

When I set out from the capital to Gulan County, this land was still an empty land.

It's been less than a month, and the ground is already taking shape.

It stands to reason that there are still most stalls in this Pan Jiayuan, even if they are stores, most of them sell cooked food or drinks, and there are still very few people like him who directly open antique shops.

The interior of this shop looks like a place to sell antiques.

His fame has long been out, and Huo Jilin is not worried that his business will deteriorate because of the opening of this store, but will be affected by his fame.

Huo Jilin was a little curious, who was so unlucky to open the store next to him.

The cost of Panjiayuan's store can be said to be ridiculously high, and this guy is afraid that he will hate the northwest because of his loss.

After looking at this shop, he opened the door, and Huo Jilin walked into the tea room non-stop.

Twisting the door of the secret room open, Huo Jilin entered the secret room.

The secret room has long been filled with all kinds of exquisite antiques.

Huo Jilin took off the space ring in his hand, found a slightly spare place, and took out the antiques in the ring.

Looking at the secret room where he could no longer put an antique, Huo Jilin began to worry.

If this secret room is not expanded, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold antiques.

After packing everything up, Huo Jilin was ready to rest.

Early the next morning, before the sun had fully risen, there was a ping-pong sound in my ears.

Huo Jilin opened his eyes with sleepy eyes, pricked up his ears to listen, and found that the source of the sound was the store next door.

Originally, Huo Jilin's hearing was excellent, and this decoration sound was tantamount to thunder in his ears.

Looking at the clock in the room, the hour and minute hands pointed exactly to half-past six.

Originally, I thought that I had overslept, but seeing this time, Huo Jilin's eyes widened.

At this point, which capitalist

is Huo Huo Masses?

The decoration noise is getting louder and louder, and Huo Jilin really can't sleep.

After enduring it silently for half an hour, Huo Jilin clenched his fists, got up and opened the door.

In front of the shop that was being renovated, there was a large crowd of modestly dressed renovation workers.

The leader is a fat man with a cross-faced face, who is directing the workers to knock and beat.

Huo Jilin put on his pajamas, stepped forward, and patted the fat man's shoulder: "I said, what time will you start work? Is there any morality?"

The fat man glanced back at Huo Jilin, his eyes were very disdainful, and he snorted and turned his head away: "No." The

next second, the fat man turned his head back again.

Maybe it was because Huo Jilin was tall and strong, and the fat man was worried that he couldn't beat him, so there was a little more kindness in his eyes: "I'm sorry, brother, what's wrong?"

Huo Jilin pointed to the renovation workers who had been working hard for a long time: "You started decorating at half past six? What do you mean? You don't want to sleep alone, so you want the entire Pan family not to sleep?".

The fat man's face became kind, he took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Huo Jilin:

"Hello brother, my name is Wang Yueban, you can just call me Wang Fatzi."

"I think you came out of this Huo Lingji, you should be the boss here, I've heard that your family is very famous."

"I'm really sorry, I'm catching up with the auspicious day, no, the site selection has been delayed for a lot of time, if it is delayed any longer, it won't be opened in half a month, you smoke a cigarette, take care of it a little more." Hearing

the name Wang Yueban, Huo Jilin was petrified on the spot.

The fat man in the Iron Triangle of Tomb Robbery is about to appear, is this the same as that Zhang Qiling will be seen soon

? If two black gold ancient knives appear in the eyes of everyone at the same time, will it cause any uproar?

Seeing that Huo Jilin was stunned, Wang Yueban sent the cigarette forward again: "Brother! Brother!"

Huo Jilin came back to his senses and pushed the cigarette forward: "I don't smoke."

"Oh oh!" Wang Yueban smiled awkwardly and took back the cigarette, "Brother, what's your name?"

Huo Jilin replied: "Huo Jilin, the boss of this Huo Lingji." "

Good guy!" Wang Yue half wiped the sweat from his head, "This store name is really troublesome."

Huo Jilin replied casually: "Yes, the author is a nameless."

Wang Yueban originally thought that Huo Jilin was just a guy of this Huo Lingji, but after knowing that Huo Jilin was the boss, the little abacus in his heart began to fight.

If you can climb Huo Jilin, you can also take care of your future business.

This Pan Jiayuan, those who don't know how to do it will only call its full name - Panjiayuan Thrift Market.

Those who know how to call this place Panjiayuan Fake Market.

The items sold in Wang Yueban's store are, of course, also half-truths and half-fakes.

As long as you go to Huo Ji Linken and advertise in Huo Lingji, even if all the fakes sold in your store, your business can only be described in four words - booming.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wang Yueban's mouth couldn't help but smile.

However, from Huo Jilin's point of view, Wang Yueban was smirking stupidly, and her flesh was trembling, if Huo Jilin hadn't read the tomb robbery notes and knew Wang Yueban's true identity, he would have thought that he was an upstart in front of him.

Wang Yueban saw that Huo Jilin was still looking at the decoration team behind him through himself, Wang Yueban immediately understood everything, and hurriedly shouted that the decoration team had stopped.

Huo Ji saw that his goal was achieved, turned his head and left.

Wang Yueban hurriedly caught up and stuffed a business card into Huo Jilin's hand: "Boss Huo, we will be neighbors in the future, help each other, help each other."

Huo Jilin guessed that he would definitely have nothing to do with Wang Yue in the future, so he put away his business card, hummed, and went back to the store.

When I lay back on the bed, the annoying sound of decoration no longer sounded in my ears.

But Huo Jilin's drowsiness had already disappeared the moment he saw Wang Yueban.

An hour later, Huo Ji was ready to fall asleep.

"Knock

knock,"

just then, there was a knock on the door.

Huo Jilin was forced to wake up again and opened the door of the store.

At the door were Hua Han and Shirley Yang with smiling faces, and behind them were Hu Bayi, Wang Kaixuan and Anderson who were carrying large bags and small bags.

As soon as he saw Huo Jilin, Hua Han's eyes widened instantly, and tears couldn't help falling from his mouth.

Hua Han's eyes stared straight at Huo Jilin's slightly exposed chest muscles, and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth: "Well, Huo Ye in pajamas, he has a different charm."

Huo Jilin's face darkened, and he knocked on Hua Han's head mercilessly: "Please control it, your appearance will not make me feel that I am a beautiful man, but will only make me feel that I am a delicacy." "