Entertainment: Let You Do A Side Job And Set Up A Stall To Tell Fortunes?

As the warhead hit the ground, a crisp sound of metal impact also sounded in the exhibition hall.

The original silence was also broken, and the bullet that landed seemed to have some kind of magic power that attracted everyone's attention.

Until the warhead was picked up from the ground by a hand.

"This is the warhead of a 39mm rifle bullet."

Hearing this sound, everyone realized that the person who picked up the bullet was the middle-aged policeman who had led the team earlier.

He first looked at the bloody bullet in his hand, and then looked at President Zheng lying on the ground, with a serious look on his face.

After a while, he let out a long sigh.

"Lao Ma was also taken away by this kind of bullet. If he could have met a strange person like Daozhang Yang, he wouldn't have died in his 20s."

As soon as he finished speaking, President Zheng, who was lying on the ground on the other side, sat up from the ground as if he was having a flashback.

While gasping for air, he didn't forget to touch his chest.

And his actions immediately caused everyone to explode.

"President Zheng, President Zheng, are you feeling better?"

"Oh my god, I was actually saved."

"This is amazing, isn't it? After losing so much blood, and being hit by a rifle bullet head-on in a vital organ, it's just like a few injections and it's all right?"

"Even if someone with such an injury is sent to a top tertiary hospital, he may not be able to walk off the operating table."

"Is acupuncture really that powerful?"

"Is there a possibility that it's not acupuncture that's stronger, but that little Taoist priest."

"You can save him in this way. What's the difference between this and resuscitating a dead person?"

"It's unscientific. He has lost so much blood and his important organs have been damaged. Even if he is saved, he will not be alive and well immediately."

"How did he learn so many weird things and where did he learn them? I want to learn them too."

The exhibition hall became very lively for a while, and just when everyone looked at the resurrected Chairman Zheng in shock.

President Zheng finally realized something, and quickly looked at Yang Lin with gratitude and said:

"Thank you so much, Taoist Priest. I felt like I was dead just now."

"The grace of saving my life will never be forgotten..."

Before he could say more words of thanks, Yang Lin raised his hand and interrupted him.

"Don't worry about thanking me yet. Although you were rescued by me, you haven't been completely revived yet."

"Your lungs have been punctured by the bullet, and coupled with the massive arterial bleeding, under normal circumstances, you should be dead by now."

"But I used a golden needle to temporarily protect your heart. You won't die within three hours. Once three hours pass, you will definitely die."

As soon as these words came out, not only President Zheng was dumbfounded, but everyone present didn't know what to say.

"Still bringing someone like this? Does he really mean three hours when he says three hours? Then isn't he the Living King of Hell?"

"Yes, so the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are also called the Divine Needles of the King of Hell. The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, but he can keep you until the fifth watch."

"I thought he was saved, but it doesn't seem to be easy."

"You guys are stupid. With these three hours, couldn't he be sent to the hospital for rescue?"

"It makes sense. I would say that simple acupuncture is not that exaggerated. After all, the blood lost cannot be replaced."

"Basically, his life was saved for three hours. The most important thing is that the bullet has been taken out. If he transfuses some blood and sutures the wound, his life should not be in danger."

"So Yang Lin is equivalent to having rescued him."

...

Amidst everyone's discussion, President Zheng seemed to understand, and the gratitude in his eyes became even greater.

"I really don't know how to repay Taoist Priest's life-saving grace. How about you look at this? I still have a few collections that I brought to the war today."

"Although it's not a treasure, it can still be worth a lot of money."

As he spoke, he said a few words to the assistant on the side.

The assistant also quickly took out a few items from several booths that had not been smashed open.

A bare-footed golden toad the size of a human head.

An exquisite and clear jade Ruyi.

There is also a calligraphy and painting of unknown age.

Even a layman would know when seeing these things that they must be worth a lot of money, otherwise President Zheng would not have specially made a glass cover to protect these things.

When these things were placed in front of Yang Lin, the collectors around him all widened their eyes.

"Drink! President Zheng is really grand this time. The golden toad is his favorite object. He puts it out every time and doesn't let us touch it."

"Isn't his most precious thing the Ming Dynasty copy of Kuai Yu Shi Qing Tie? Last time someone offered him 5 million to buy it, but he was not willing to sell it."

"I'm afraid these three treasures together can be sold for more than 10 million."

"It seems that Lao Zheng is really grateful to me this time."

"Of course I'm sincere. I was almost dead but I was dragged back by force. How can I not be grateful?"

Under the sighing eyes of all the collectors, the three collections were delivered to Yang Lin on a tray by Chairman Zheng's assistant.

However, Yang Lin didn't even take a glance at these three things. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the purple robe on the other side.

The next second he spoke directly:

“What’s that Taoist robe over there?”

After hearing Yang Lin's words, President Zheng, who had already sat on the stool, followed Yang Lin's gaze and glanced at him.

"Taoist Master, have you taken a fancy to that Taoist robe?"

"I also collected that Taoist robe from the public. It is said to have been worn by Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty, but I think it is most likely an imitation from later generations and not worth much."

"If you like it, Taoist Priest, I will give it to you as well."

After President Zheng explained, Yang Lin suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and at the same time there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

"No wonder I can feel such a heavy dragon energy on this Taoist robe. It turned out to be worn by the Taoist Emperor."

"It's both a dragon robe and a Taoist robe. With a little practice, wouldn't it be a life-protecting magic weapon that increases luck?"

After realizing this, he immediately put away his joy and turned to Chairman Zheng and said:

"Since you sincerely want to express your gratitude, I don't want these three things."

"I just want that robe."

As soon as Yang Lin said this, President Zheng was the first to freeze.

Then the people from the collection association also looked in disbelief.

It seems that he can't figure out why Yang Lin didn't want those three previous collections, but chose the least valuable Taoist robe.

Although they didn't say anything, the fans in the live broadcast room were completely uneasy.

"This brother is really not short of money. Those three items are worth a fortune at a glance, and he doesn't want them."

"Yes, what's so good about a broken Taoist robe? If he really wants it, it can be customized on a certain treasure. The machine embroidery is better than the embroidery on this one."

"And this is a purple robe, so it shouldn't be worn casually."

"I don't know what he thinks. Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely want that Golden Reikma."

Just when everyone expressed their confusion, Yang Lin's next words made them even more confused.