C1269 Blowout
C1269 Blowout
Ye Mo narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "So godly?"
"Ah, this little one will do this business. Without three or two ink points, do you dare to talk to me here?"
The skinny man raised an eyebrow, his small eyes flashing with confidence.
"Done!" That's what you said! "
"Please."
Ye Mo smiled evilly as he picked up a coin that was very old and almost broken. It had ancient characters' patterns painted on it and asked, "Where did this note come from?"
"Wow, it really is you!" The skinny man suddenly raised his thumb, full of praise. He looked at Ye Mo and praised, "Since you were so good at it, you must be one of the top scholars in the literary world, right?"
"Enough, stop flattering me!" "Tell me about it!" Ye Mo pouted and waved his hand.
"No problem!" He let out a sigh and slowly said, "This note has a history. Three years ago, when I went to an old town in C Country, I found it somewhere in an old man's house. At that time, it was all buried underground!"
"Oh?" Ye Mo put on an interested look and asked, "Continue."
"It's like this. I was just staying in this house. Who would have thought that everyone would get excited and compete to chop firewood to compare their speed. I fell behind and became anxious!" "Guess what?"
"I guess I can't guess." Ye Mo laughed.
The skinny man suddenly glared with his little eyes, his eyebrows raised and his hands waving in a gesture, his mouth mimicking a voice: "Swipe!" With my axe, the dry soil instantly cracked! "My eyes are small, but I am born with sharp eyes. All of a sudden, I saw something strange under the soil. It was that note!"
"And then?" Ye Mo squatted down and smiled as he held his knees.
"Please take a seat!" As if trying to curry favor with him, the skinny man took out a small wooden chair and placed it on Ye Mo's butt, then he continued to laugh, "At that time, I pretended to fall down, and with a swipe of my hand into the dirt, I casually took out the note and put it in my pocket.
"Enough, stop bullshitting with me!" "Speak!" Ye Mo waved his hands and said impatiently.
"Good, good, good." The skinny man touched his lips, and said in a happy tone, "I asked the local elderly and found out that there was someone living here 50 to 60 years ago! Who do you think it is? "
"Who?" Ye Mo frowned and asked.
"He's one of us from the literary world, Sun Dongming!"
The skinny man said with a look of worship on his face. His face was full of awe as he looked up at the sky.
"I don't know him."
"Sun Dongming, you don't even know?" That is a little behind, in recent years, you have gained a lot of prestige in the literary world! " The skinny man curled his lips and continued, "Let me tell you, later on I heard that Mr. Sun Dongming went on an expedition to another country and accidentally got sick, that's why he died, and left his game in a foreign land!"
"Oh? From what you're saying, this thing is pretty good? " Ye Mo narrowed his eyes and joked, "Then why don't you take it to an appraisal auction and set up a stall here?"
"Your words are foreign to me!" "What kind of words are those? In the world of literary and gaming, fate is the key. We all treasure the ancient games as much as anyone else. What do you mean by money, that's too vulgar!"
"Is that so?" Ye Mo smirked. "Then I have some fate with you. Why don't you give it to me?"
"No, no, no!" The skinny man quickly waved his hand and smiled, "Fate is fate. That person is a caring person who adopts pets, and they still need to spend money to get a physical examination, right? You know what I mean? "
"Understood!" Ye Mo slightly raised his chin and smiled, "It's money out of sincerity."
"Yes, yes, yes. You are a wise man. Money with sincerity!" The skinny man stroked his sparse fur on his chin and smiled. "Then …"
Ye Mo laughed and said snappily, "I asked you to explain your origins, but you actually told me a myth, didn't you?"
"Ugh!" "Oh, didn't I say?" The skinny man slapped his forehead and laughed, "To be on good terms with you, I was too excited and forgot! It's like this, this paper money, it's money from the Northern Song Dynasty. It's not an exaggeration to say that just based on the completeness and age, any auction house would have this number at the very least! "
The skinny man raised his right hand and pressed his thumb between his index finger and middle finger. His three fingers curved slightly upwards and swayed twice.
"Seventy thousand?" Ye Mo said deliberately.
"Ah!" The skinny man tilted his head back and waved his hands a few times. Then, he leaned towards Ye Mo and whispered mysteriously, "At least seven hundred thousand and above! "This is still a conservative estimate. If I were to say that this little thing has met its match, it would at least start off at a million!"
Ye Mo looked at the mysterious man and slapped his thigh. He couldn't hold himself back anymore!
"Haha!" Oh my, that's so funny, you can really brag! "
The skinny guy was surprised for a second, then frowned and said angrily: "You are here to ruin everything? I was just f * cking saying that you're dressed in rags, how could you be a rich man! I thought you were pretending to be poor! "
"No, no, no!" Ye Mo waved his hand and immediately stopped laughing. He looked at the skinny man and asked, "Your story is indeed very godly and sudden. But how did your mouth change so much when you were talking about history?"
"What do you mean?" The skinny man frowned, feeling a little unhappy in his heart, he thought, "Did I meet a tough guy?"
"Cough!" "Ahem!" Ye Mo coughed dryly as he picked up that shabby note, held it in front of the skinny man, and teased, "First, let's not talk about the fact that this note is deliberately old and damaged, even the paper is all new paper. Let me ask you, when did you say this note came from?"
"You …" The skinny man hesitated for a bit, but then his eyes lit up, and nodded with a face full of certainty. "Northern Song! Is there a problem? "
"Haha!" Oh, I'm going to be laughed to death by you! Have you ever read a book? Nine years of compulsory education is illegal if you don't finish it, do you know that? "
Ye Mo slapped his thigh and kept laughing. Whether it was his body or expression, he was too funny. Coupled with the certainty on his face, he was like a comedian in the world!
"Hey!" What are you trying to say! "Stop bullshitting with me!" The skinny man snappily said, "I'm warning you, if you want to ruin my reputation, you'd better keep your eyes open, and ask who the hell I am!"
"Phew …"
Ye Mo took a deep breath, shrugged his shoulders and said:
"Banknotes are only available in the Southern Song, man."