The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Han Xingye asked again: "What does that person look like?"

"Uh, it's hard to describe. It's just ordinary. I can only say that it looks like a human being."

Ma's answer was quite humorous.

"Does he have any characteristics?"

"The face is very sharp, there are many wrinkles, short and thin, and it looks like malnutrition."

"Then is he still practicing in Panjiayuan?"

"I haven't seen him since then. It seems that he is not in this industry. He really sold the only thing he owned because he had no money to eat."

Hearing what Ma Weidu said, Han Xingye frowned slightly, feeling that things were not that simple.

"Then do you know where to find him?"

"I haven't inquired about it, but if you are really interested, I can ask someone to inquire about it."

There are people from all levels of education in Panjiayuan, and of course there is no need to inquire, and Lao Ma knows some of them.

He made a phone call, and it didn't take long for him to hear back.

"It is said that the old man is quite pitiful. He is widowed, and his son doesn't care about him. He is homeless. Every day he rummages through trash cans on the street, picks up other people's leftover food, and sleeps under the bridge at night."

This is a tramp, it is indeed a bit miserable.

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After the party, Wang Zhongjun came out of Ma Weidu's house and asked Han Xingye: "Mr. Han, you just brought out so many interesting things, why are you so interested in this bronze mirror?"

This is also where he is puzzled.

Although his purpose today was to be a rich boy for Han Xingye, Han Xingye had to cooperate a little bit.

If you choose something that is more expensive, I will ask someone to charge you a high price, so there is no big problem.

I bought the crap for 500 yuan, what reason do I have to find to take it back from you with 500 million?
If I had known that you liked mirrors, I might as well give you a bunch of the ones that Feifei takes every day, as many as you want.

Although the mirror is quite ordinary, it is also a serious luxury brand, and the price is very expensive, much more valuable than the broken copper mirror you took.

Han Xingye's smile was a bit mysterious: "To tell you the truth, this bronze mirror is the real magic mirror."

Wang Zhongjun was speechless. We are discussing antiques and cultural relics now, not fairy tales.

Han Xingye turned over the bronze mirror in his hand: "Look at the pattern on the back, it's a mysterious spell."

Wang Zhongjun took a look. The pattern on the back of the bronze mirror was a very complicated pattern.

He can be regarded as someone who has played with antiques for 30 years. He has dabbled in various ancient characters, but he has never seen this style of pattern.

Is there really something about this bronze mirror?

Wang Zhongjun's heart moved, he didn't really care about whether there was something in the bronze mirror, but he could find a good excuse to collect the bronze mirror at a high price, and gave the money to Han Xingye logically.

"It really is a good thing. Teacher Han really has a unique vision. In front of a group of veterans, he picked up a big leak. It's amazing." Wang Zhongjun said:

"I have a friend who likes to collect these weird things. I'll tell him later and ask him to come to Teacher Han. I don't know if Teacher Han is willing to bear the pain and give up."

"That can't be done. I have to keep this magic mirror for myself. No one will sell it."

Han Xingye put away the bronze mirror as a treasure.

He was very excited. The set of jewelry he collected before was always missing one piece, and he didn't know what the difference was.

Rings, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, bracelets... It seems that they are all ready. Only now do I know that the last thing missing is a mirror.

Now that I have finally collected them all, I don’t know if I can summon Shenlong... Uh, can I get clues to the legendary Muchen Bead?

But before that, Han Xingye planned to find a homeless old man selling bronze mirrors.

Although he couldn't say the specific reason, he instinctively felt that this old man was not simple.

"Where is the street where the old man picked up trash just now?" Han Xingye asked casually as he was not familiar with the roads in the capital.

Wang Zhongjun hurriedly said, "It's near Panjiayuan, I'll take you there."

"I'll take a look, too. I'll drop by Panjiayuan later." He and the adults had nothing to do, so they planned to go together.

He was full of curiosity about Han Xingye and found this young man very interesting.

The three arrived on the street that day, and soon saw a ragged old homeless man on the overpass at the intersection.

I saw that his hair was thin and gray, and he was very thin. It seemed that there was something wrong with one of his legs, and his walking posture was very strange.

He was digging through the trash can on the overpass, and found a lunch box from it. There were a little leftovers, and he poured it into his mouth without caring about hygiene.

"Poor thing." Seeing this, Master He sighed slightly.

Han Xingye frowned suddenly.

Ordinary people can't tell at all that this old man possesses unique skills, but Han Xingye is a great expert, and the old man's martial arts cannot be hidden from him at all.

How could a person with unique skills be reduced to such a situation?
Han Xingye remained calm, took out a coin, and walked forward slowly, as if to give alms to the old man.

But he "accidentally" staggered and tripped over the seemingly lame leg of the homeless old man.

With Han Xingye's skill, this trip, even if you are a heavy pendant, you will fall down.

But the homeless old man raised his leg subconsciously, barely avoiding it.

Immediately afterwards, in a blink of an eye, the old man didn't know if he realized something was wrong, and fell to the ground.

A perfect dive.

Han Xingye smiled, supported the old man, and said, "Uncle, with your skill, it's a pity not to play football. It perfectly meets the requirements of the national football team."

The iron-headed head coach of the national football team, with the most bizarre offensive tactics, shouted at the players, "Go to the penalty area and make a penalty kick."

It's a pity that the team members are not strong enough to meet his requirements.

If it is this old man who fits perfectly, maybe the national football team will be able to enter the World Cup.

The homeless old man looked very weak, squatting on the ground and gasping for breath.

"Young man, please, can you give me some money, I haven't eaten for two days."

Han Xingye smiled and said, "You haven't eaten for two days, and you are still so sharp. You are really talented, sir."

Han Xingye pointed to a restaurant on the street again, and said to the old man: "Want to eat? Let me teach you a trick. If you see that restaurant is not available, you rush in, grab the food and run away. No one can catch up with you." your."

The old man stared at Han Xingye for a while, and asked, "Young man, do we know each other? What do you mean by entertaining a poor man who can't eat?"

"Do you want to eat? It's simple. I'll treat you to a good meal, but you have to answer my question truthfully."