Siheyuan, the special forces at the beginning, make me kill you

Li Weiqiang reacted instinctively, grabbed the bowl that was about to fall to the ground, and put the bowl on the table.

As for the golden light that appeared in front of his eyes just now, he had a strong feeling that it was the light emitted after sensing something from the items in the storage space of the system.

He glanced at Xu Damao, who was drunk and was still pouring himself a drink. Taking advantage of this time, Li Weiqiang went into the system to check the storage space in the backpack.

Sure enough, it was a pair of black-framed glasses that shone brightly.

"Golden pupils?"

If it wasn't for this pair of black-rimmed glasses that could have such a feeling today, he would have left the pair of glasses in the space.

Li Weiqiang hurriedly took out the pair of glasses called Golden Eyes and put them on in front of his eyes.

His eyes turned golden yellow behind the lenses.

Of course, Li Weiqiang hadn't seen the change in the color of his pupils yet, but focused his attention on the bowl on the table.

In an instant, a few lines of small golden characters appeared on the lens, which of course only Li Weiqiang could see.

Antiquities: Ming Wanli Jingdezhen Kiln Blue and White Jar with Cloud and Dragon Pattern
Category: Ceramics

Origin: Produced in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty

Genuine/Fake: Genuine

Value: 20 million yuan (currently estimated in 1960)
Features: The height of the tank is 10.5 cm, the caliber is 9.1 cm, and the foot diameter is 9.0 cm.

Constricted mouth, round belly, flat bottom, circle feet, the belly is painted with double lines of dragons playing with pearls.

Li Weiqiang carefully touched this ancient object, the texture of the fetus was fine and smooth, even if he was a layman who didn't know much about it, he could feel that this bowl was by no means an ordinary object.

He played with it a little fondly, but he was careful not to damage it.

"Brother Qiang, if you like a broken bowl, I'll give it to you."

"Give it to me?"

"Yes! Here it is! It's just a broken bowl! You can also put seasonings when you take it home, such as onion, ginger, garlic, etc. If you don't like it, just throw it away."

"Thank you so much!"

"Brother Qiang! Be polite to me... what!"

Hearing Xu Damao's tongue tied up, I'm afraid he can't remember the fact that he was given this precious antique today?
Of course, he has always regarded this bowl as a broken bowl, and he must not have taken this Ming Wanli Jingdezhen kiln blue and white cloud dragon pattern jar with about 60 yuan in the 20s to heart.

Li Weiqiang could imagine that if Xu Damao knew that the 'broken bowl' given to him was worth so much money, would Xu Damao's stomach turn green with regret?

But Li Weiqiang thought it over, Xu Damao would never know about this, as long as he didn't tell, how would Xu Damao know that this bowl was priceless?
Li Weiqiang put this Ming Wanli Jingdezhen kiln blue-and-white cloud-dragon pattern pot into the storage space of the system. This kind of priceless antiquity is difficult to take out in this era, let alone sold.

Only a few years later, when the economy has developed, will he consider whether to exchange it into money so that he can go into business and create a commercial world of his own.

After Xu Damao drank the party, Li Weiqiang drank up the last part of the bottle of Moutai, Fugen, and left contentedly.

Although he knew that Xu Damao asked him to come and prepare something, he also guessed that he wanted Li Weiqiang's protection. After all, Xu Damao had offended too many people in the courtyard.

Especially his nemesis Shazhu, whom Xu Damao fears the most.

Drinking is drinking, and giving him precious treasures is giving him precious treasures, but he, Li Weiqiang, never feels that he wants to be the same as someone like Xu Damao.

Of course, for the beasts in the courtyard, he didn't even think about who the team would help.

Therefore, Xu Damao may end up empty-handed and lonely. This has nothing to do with Li Weiqiang, after all, everyone is what you want.

After Li Weiqiang got home, he felt that the wine had stamina, not to mention the top, but he also felt dizzy and wanted to sleep.

He lay in bed, woke up, and slept from yesterday afternoon until midnight.

If it weren't for the knock on the door, Li Weiqiang would really be able to sleep until dawn without eating, drinking, or going to the toilet.

Dangdang!

There was another knock on the door. Although Li Weiqiang didn't have a headache, he still had a little headache. After putting on his shoes, he went to open the door.

"Who?"

"Li Weiqiang, it's me!"

Li Weiqiang didn't feel any surprise when he saw the third uncle Yan Pugui wearing a pair of black glasses at the door, but he couldn't be happier after seeing this person appear.

Li Weiqiang yawned, and asked unhurriedly, "Master San, it's late at night, are you here for something?"

"Did you beat my son Yan Jiecheng during the day?"

"Yan Jiecheng, your son? Who is it? Have I met him?"

Li Weiqiang has returned to the courtyard, and he really hasn't seen the third uncle's son, Yan Jiecheng.

He hasn't fought with anyone in the past few days, and the person who did fight is Shazhu.

and also……

He suddenly thought, could it be that he is Yan Jiecheng?

Thinking of this person, Li Weiqiang looked at Yan Pugui's treacherous and cunning eyes.

This old fox seems to be trying to trick him?
Originally, he was hesitating whether to go or not, when a figure flashed by the door.

He suddenly felt that the next thing must be very interesting.