Happy Tycoon

It was already past nine o'clock in the morning, but the sky outside the window was still cloudy, and the drizzle kept drifting.

The light rain started to fall two days ago, and it has been three full days today.

This kind of rainy weather is really rare in London in September.

Most of this kind of weather happened in London in winter. At that time, London was cold and humid, but it was also foggy. It was the most uncomfortable season.

Yang Jing was half leaning on the head of his bed bored, playing with a ring with a peculiar pattern in his hand.

Yesterday was Saturday, just in time for the Meigang Road Flea Market to open in the afternoon, and every Saturday, the Meigang Road Flea Market will spontaneously turn into an antique market.

The Fairport Road Flea Market is one of the ten famous flea markets in London. It is open seven days a week, except that the market is a vegetable market on Thursday and Friday, and an antique market on Saturday. Time is the real flea market.

Yang Jing, who has been fond of antique culture under the influence of his grandfather since he was a child, naturally would not let go of all kinds of antique markets in London, so although it has been raining yesterday, Yang Jing still went to the United States. Harbor Road Flea Market.

However, adhering to the principle of see more and buy less taught by his grandfather since he was a child, whether it is in the domestic antique market or after studying in London, Yang Jing rarely buys things in this kind of market every time he visits the antique market.

But at the flea market on Meigang Road yesterday, Yang Jing couldn't help but make a move.

Although I bought this ring with a peculiar pattern for only six pounds, this ring is the third time Yang Jing has bought something in the antique market since he was a child...

Strange to say, when Yang Jing saw the ring for the first time, his heart throbbed suddenly, and then it seemed that there was a voice in the dark that kept saying: Buy me, buy me quickly! I...

Therefore, Yang Jing, who has been studying in London for almost two years and has visited the top ten flea markets in London several times but has never bought anything, this time he did not hesitate to bargain at the export price, and then offered the price at two After the ten-pound ring was abruptly cut down to six pounds, he decisively paid for it.

This ring is a bit similar to the ancient Chinese finger puller, it is neither gold nor wood. Yang Jing studied it all night and half morning, but he didn't know what material this ring was made of. But one thing is certain, this ring is very hard!

The ring is perfectly round, with a thickness of about three millimeters, which is indeed a bit thick for a ring.

The inside and outside of the ring are black and the sides are silvery white.

On the black outer wall, there are silver-white gossip patterns engraved, and on the same black inner wall, characters such as Qian, Kun, Kan, Li are engraved in seal script, corresponding to the eight trigrams patterns on the outer wall one by one.

And on the silver-white side of the ring, black borders are engraved.

The whole ring looked like a very ordinary handicraft ring, otherwise the bearded stall owner wouldn't have quoted a price of twenty pounds. However, based on Yang Jing's understanding of antique Wenwan for so many years, he always felt in his heart that this ring seemed very unusual, especially the weird feeling he had when he saw this ring for the first time. .

But if you ask Yang Jing to tell me what's unusual about this ring, he just can't tell.

As the saying goes, you can understand it but not express it in words, what it is talking about is this...

But Yang Jing can be sure that this ring is definitely not like an ordinary handicraft ring as it appears, this ring is definitely not simple.

Cough...it's a pity that grandpa doesn't understand anything now, otherwise if grandpa is shown, he will definitely be able to recognize this ring... Yang Jing sighed slightly and muttered to himself.

Thinking of the grandpa who had become dazed due to cerebral hemorrhage undergoing craniotomy, Yang Jing couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache.

He threw the ring into the air, and after catching it again, he put the ring on his left little finger.

Not to mention, this ring seems to be made for Yang Jing, it fits perfectly on his little finger!

Picking up a washed apple, Yang Jing sat up straight and began to peel the apple seriously.

Just after two cuts, the door of the dormitory was slammed open with a huge force accompanied by a loud clang. Yang Jing trembled in fright, and with a swipe of the sharp fruit knife, it immediately landed on his left hand. A small wound was left, and dark red blood gushed out immediately...

Haha, Jing Gege, do you miss me? Accompanied by a voice that made people's skin crawl all over, a fat man squeezed in from the outside with his huge body dangling.

This guy is not tall, only a little over 1.7 meters tall, but it is a bit scary when he is thick. This guy's waistline was almost the same as his height, even if he wasn't 1.7 meters, he would still be 1.5 meters. At first glance, it was a bucket, or a large one...

Damn it, can you fat man not use this way to enter the door? How much money do you think we spent on repairing the door in the past two years? Yang Jing said vaguely while covering the injured part with his lips. He stared at the fat man and shouted angrily.

Yo, what's wrong with you? The fat man panicked when he saw Yang Jing's posture.

Yang Jing gave Fatty an angry look, but ignored him.

The fat man rushed over with an agility that didn't fit his figure, Let me see, let me see...Damn it, why are you so careless? Tell me if you want to eat meat, I'll give it to you. You buy it, what do you mean by mouthing at your own paws?

Get out! Yang Jing made a gesture to kick, the fat man laughed and hid, walked two steps, opened the corner cabinet, took out the first aid kit from inside, pulled it a few times, and took out two band-aids .

Yang Jing waved his hand and said, I don't need that, the scratch is not deep, I have already sterilized it with saliva, and it will be fine after washing it again later.

The fat man said: That's impossible! I have never understood how you can be so disgusting, using your own saliva... As he spoke, the fat man looked disgusted.

Yang Jing laughed: You are just a stick, you don't understand anything, explaining this to you is more wasteful than playing the piano with a cow.

The fat man held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, Okay, okay, are you a bull nose? I won't argue with you! But I have some good news, do you want to hear it?

Yang Jing glanced at the fat man lazily, sucked the wound vigorously, looked at the wound, and said: Is there another place for us to clean up?

The fat man grinned, as if he still couldn't accept that his roommate used this method to deal with the wound. But he still nodded and said, That's right, we're back to work again, but this time we're going to an old castle, and the price is pretty good. After this job is done, the two of us can have a good time before graduation. .But are your hands all right?

Yang Jing shook his head, and was about to say I'm fine, when he suddenly found that the ring on his little finger was gone...

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