Wedge

One night in Gaoping City, several people were reflected under the dim yellow street lights. A group of people walked on the street cursingly. The leader was Song Tie, a famous hooligan leader here. Because of his strength, he was also a little fierce. After the reform and opening up, he opened a demolition company and used a group of hoodlums to talk about the government. The hard-working household was knocked away, and he made some money. He is still a figure in this small city.

Song Tie pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box, and a gangster next to him, nicknamed a violent tiger, immediately lit the lighter and said flatteringly, "Big boss, it's still early. Let's go to the bar for a good drink, and then find a few girls!" Several other gangsters also agreed with a smile. Song Tie shook his head and said, "Forget it today. When the monkey said that he went back to his hometown to see his mother-in-law, he knew that an old man in the village had dug out something in the field. I heard that there were some antiques of origin, and I got it with half a lie and half threat. I found an appraiser and went to the company later. Let's see if it's a good product.

The tiger looked disdainful, "What kind of antiques can be made in his bullshit village? This monkey likes to make a fuss." Song Tie didn't have any hope at all. He said hesitantly, "What the hell, anyway, I won't lose anything."

The tyrannical tiger looked unhappy. This guy who was valued by Song Tie by brute force despised the monkey the most. He always thought that by flattering, the guy who did nothing could share the money, which was very unfair, but he did not dare to disobey what Song Tie said.

When the group arrived at the company, they saw a thin figure wandering around the door in afar. Song Tie walked over and smiled and said, "Monkey, what are you doing? Wander around at the door of the company.

As soon as the monkey saw that Song Tie had arrived, he quickly ran over and said, " boss, you're here. The appraiser has arrived early. The old man has a bad temper. Seeing that you are not here, he is about to leave!"

The tiger stared at the monkey and shouted, "Damn it, which dead old man is so disgruous? I'm going to fuck him!" Song Tie grabbed the tiger and smiled, "Fuck you, what the hell are you talking about with an old man? Go up and see what good the monkey has got."

A sword was placed flat on the coffee table. The sword was very strange, dark and dull. The position of the hilt of the sword was simply and roughly wrapped around a few times by a kind of leather of unknown texture. At first glance, it looked like a rotten iron bar, and there was no place to pick it.

An old man in a blue canvas coat, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, looked back and forth several times. Song Tie and a group of violent tigers and monkeys sat on the sofa next to him. The monkey nervously waited for the result, but Song Tie drank tea indifferently.

The violent tiger thought that he was a little impatient to wait and roared carelessly, "Old man, you can see that it's been almost half an hour. What's the beauty of a rotten iron bar? Just tell us whether it's worth it or not!" The monkey came to his senses and said unhappily, "Don't mess with me if you don't understand the goods. Don't you see that the old gentleman is identifying?"

The tyrant tiger became angry as soon as he heard it. He stood up and was just about to teach the monkey a lesson, but the old man said slowly: "This sword should be an antique in terms of material, but it is very strange, because it should be corroded for such a long time, but it can't be seen at all."

The monkey was quite happy when he first heard it. Later, he was a little confused and asked, "Is this an antique? How much is it worth?" The old man shook his head and said, "This sword is very rough, and the material is also very strange. I can't tell which period it is, but it is definitely not a funeral item of a rich family. It's not worth much."

The violent tiger was happy as soon as he heard it and laughed, "Ha! Monkey, you idiot, pick a broken iron bar and make it a treasure, and make the boss wait here!" The monkey hurriedly said to Song Tie, " boss, I don't know. I thought it was a good thing..."

Song Tie put down the teacup and said, "Okay, okay, don't panic. I don't care about a few small money. I'm just curious about what good things you find." He turned his head and said to a subordinate, "Go and wrap a red envelope for the old gentleman and send him out. We'll go to the bar later." There was a shout from the bottom.

When a group of people left one after another, the monkey grabbed the sword on the table, threw it out of the window hard, and scolded angrily, "Fuck, what a bullshit, it's okay to be laughed at by the boss, but also laughed at by the idiot who only has muscles in his head!"

Under a building not far away, a man was rummaging for something in the trash can and said, "Oh, my God, where did my mother throw away the "Feng Zi Story" that I spent a month's living expenses to order?"

When he lowered his head and looked for it, he didn't notice that a dark shadow hit him. As soon as he raised his head, a cold wind brushed his forehead. First, he was stunned, and then touched his forehead, and a little blood oozed out. He Lima jumped and scolded, "You stinky God, I'm already unlucky enough. You have to make things worse for me. Tomorrow I will find a cannon to bomb you. And I don't know which one is throwing things around, garbage without morality. I wish you will give birth to a son without assholes, and give birth to a daughter to a dick..."

The monkey in the distance sneezed and felt a little cold all over. He looked at the sky strangely and said, "It's almost July. Why do you still feel cold?" It must be the little tiger who scolded me behind my back. Damn it, I must seize an opportunity to fuck him..."

The two scolding guys didn't know it. The sword, which they thought was a broken iron, lay on the ground, emitting a dark red light, and complex hollow patterns appeared on the sword.