When Jiang Baole just graduated, he applied for a job as a restorer in Yuan Baozhai of Confucius Temple, and usually took on the work of restoring antiques and heirlooms.

Yuan Baozhai was originally engaged in the antique business, but these years not only the antique business is not doing well, the tourism industry is also very sluggish, and even the number of foreigners shopping for souvenirs has decreased a lot.The boss of Yuanbaozhai, also Baole's master, is more Buddhist, and he is not in a hurry when there are no customers. He happily told Jiang Bao Le that she will be entrusted to her to look after the shop this month.

Let's talk about this day, a certain day in late summer and early autumn, it has been cloudy since the morning, until noon when there was a thunderstorm, and a heavy rain poured down.

Jiang Baole woke up naturally when he fell asleep, with his hair in a mess, wearing a small cheongsam embroidered with wisteria flowers, and rushed to the Confucius Temple with an oiled paper umbrella.She was already good-looking, with small bones and a face only as big as a palm, which was especially suitable for this appearance.When walking on the road, passers-by couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, most of them were tourists who came at the end of summer vacation.Some little girls wanted to take her for a group photo, but despite her small size, she walked fast. People came and went in the rain, and even the eye-catching oil-paper umbrella quickly disappeared into the crowd.

It's not that Bao Le wants to dress up so eye-catchingly, but the business has been really bad recently, and she is also the Kanban lady of Yuan Baozhai, so a good-looking and eye-catching outfit can attract customers the most.

Yuan Baozhai is located in the inner part of the promenade of Confucius Temple Ancient Street, surrounded by famous Jin Ling shops, and opposite there is a gallery called "Jin Ling Beauty Illustrated Book".A portrait of Bao Le.

Everyone was quite familiar with Baole, and when they saw Bao Le passing by holding an umbrella, they inevitably poked their heads out of the shop to say hello.The owner of the sugar shop even handed her a bag and asked, "I can't eat the freshly made sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Bao Le carried a bag full of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and walked forward with a smile.

It's just that today's Yuan Baozhai is different from the past, there is only one person sitting at the door.Bao Le had been looking at him from a long distance, and couldn't help but casually sized him up—a young man in black and wearing a hoodie. The hoodie covered his face so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he was white and long from the knees.Looking at her fingers, she was sure it was a young man.The young man was thin, with long legs, and he carried a long leather sheath on his back, which seemed to contain a knife.

Bao Le curled his lips. In a cultural and tourist capital like Nan Jing, it is not surprising that there are a few young people who love cosplay.But there is one thing to say, this long-legged long-knife hoodie really looks like a little brother without looking at the face.

She thought that if she walked over by herself, this person would not suddenly stand up, then pull out the knife behind her and shout "Come out, black gold ancient knife".

Well, she was thinking too much, he really didn't, even when Bao Le walked up to him, the man didn't even move.Bao Le tilted his head to see his face clearly, but after thinking about it, he felt so stupid, so he gave up and obediently opened the door.

The key made a crisp "gra" sound in the latch, accompanied by the creaking of the wooden door.

Suddenly a warm osmanthus cake was handed over, the young man in a black hoodie froze for a moment, and looked in the direction of the osmanthus cake.

The hand holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is pink and tender, but the nails are neatly manicured, with a thin layer of transparent nail polish.The owner of the hand is wearing a cheongsam with wisteria flowers, as if walking out of an oil painting in the Republic of China period, holding a yellowed oil-paper umbrella, smiling slightly.

"Do you still eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" The little girl spoke Jiangnan dialect warmly, as if she wanted to sweeten people's hearts with sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Seeing that the black hoodie took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Bao Le turned around and put away the umbrella and walked into Yuan Baozhai.

Her daily work starts with wiping the antiques and flicking the dust off the antique shelves. Although she is very clear that all kinds of antiques in her shop are real and fake, and even if the real ones are not expensive, the boss is just selling souvenirs.price.After cleaning, she sat down at her usual work place, took out the short story book she had read halfway through yesterday, and began to fish.

In the past few days, not only has there been no business, but even fewer people came to her to repair things, so the small days are quite leisurely.

Yue Mo just looked at it for a while, and there was thunder outside again. Xia Yu was always like this, one after another, when it really started to rain, it was heavy and cold, but it didn’t take long for it to gradually quiet down. Wait for the next thunderstormDo it again.

Bao Le raised his head, thinking of the black hoodie by the door, thinking that the man seemed to have no umbrella except for a knife.

After taking the umbrella, the little girl hurried to the door of the shop, only to find that there was no black hoodie, and she disappeared long ago.After complaining sullenly, Bao Le walked back with the umbrella in his arms.

Unexpectedly, when Bao Le turned around, a group of unexpected guests came.

This is a pedestrian street, and most of the visitors are tourists. Suddenly, a car drove in, and four or five men in black got out of the car. These people crowded at the entrance of Baolejia Yuan Baozhai.

"Where is Qi Badou's grandson?" The leader spoke rudely.

But this man was dressed in black and had black sunglasses. The gold ring on his thumb was almost as thick as her wrist.

Jiang Baole, a good young woman in a society ruled by law, has never seen such a posture before, trembling, but not wanting to show her timidity, she shouted loudly: "You, who are you!"

I believe everyone can hear the tension and fear in her voice.

"Yo ho, she's a beauty," said the man in black, "It's cheap Qi Badou, the drunkard, and Jinwuzangjiao."

Although Bao Le didn't know who this "drunkard Qi Badou" was, she remembered that her master's surname was indeed Qi.But her master is an old man in his fifties or sixties, and his hobby is to go to Xuanwu Lake Park at 7:30 every day to dance square dances with old ladies.She really couldn't believe that the usually kind and kind old man could mess with such a person.

"You are not welcome here," Bao Le clenched his only weapon - the oiled paper umbrella, "If you take one step further, I will call the police!"

"Brother, she said to call the police, hahaha."

As if she told a funny joke, those people didn't give her any face.

"Hurry up and let that drunkard hand over the Tianyuan Jade, we don't bother to waste time with you," the man in black took a step forward, "but if you don't know what's good, don't blame the brothers..."

Without further ado, Bao Le picked up his mobile phone and prepared to call the police.

"Whoosh—"

The phone was hit by something and fell to the ground. Not to mention the broken screen, the battery was also thrown out.She was very nervous just now, so she held the phone with a lot of strength, and the thing that hit the screen of the phone not only shattered the screen, but she felt numb in the palm of her hand the moment she let go.Looking again, the hidden weapon turned out to be a money dart.I don't know if it's an antique or not... No, what she meant was that if it hit her wrist directly, the wrist would probably be broken on the spot.

Bao Le gritted his teeth: "I don't know what Tianyuan Yubi you are talking about, I warn you, you'd better leave now, I..."

"How are you?" The man in black laughed loudly, took off his glasses, and his little eyes, which were almost invisible, showed a fierce light, "What can you do?"

He stretched out his hand and handed him a baseball bat.

"Wow"

Bao Le screamed, and knelt down with her head in her arms. The porcelain on the shelf was smashed by a baseball bat, and the pieces of porcelain were about to scratch her white arms.Someone gave her a hand, but before Bao Le could react, she was held in her arms, and what caught her nose was a puff of ancient sandalwood.

"who?"

Yes, Bao Le also wanted to know who it was, she looked up.The man was tall, she was not short, and he could only reach his shoulders. He wore a familiar black hoodie and a familiar long knife—it was the young man who was sitting in front of her shop just now.

She couldn't see his appearance clearly before, but now she saw it, but it was amazing at a glance.

The starry eyes are bright and the moon is bright, and the cinnabar is on the lips.

The young man was younger than she imagined, with a thin face, three-dimensional facial features because of the high bridge of the nose, his lips were neither thin nor thick, and the lips were a little more obvious than ordinary people, but they were not smiling lips, but showed a sense of indifference.

The black hoodie let go of her arm, and pulled a little distance away, but still blocked her with one hand, protecting her in the small world behind her.

"Young man, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

He didn't speak, and even turned a deaf ear to the other party's warning. The black-clothed hooligan gestured to his subordinates, and four big men immediately surrounded him.

Before, Jiang Baole always thought that such a scene was far away from a law-abiding good citizen like her. At most, it was only when she was eating popcorn and watching a big movie in the cinema that she could feel the scene.

And when such a scene happened in reality, even less than one meter away from her, let alone popcorn, she didn't even have time to close her mouth.

The black hoodie is very flexible.

The four of them worked together from different directions. Although they were not very powerful masters, they looked like they had practiced twice, and they were numerous and powerful.The black hoodies first found their breakthrough point in a very short time, and Bao Le didn't even see clearly, one of them was sent flying far away, and he didn't know how he did it.

The other thought he had caught him from behind, only to be turned back by a beautiful shoulder slide.The black hoodie grabbed one of his arms backwards, elbowed the numbness in the crook of the arm, and at the same time threw the man over his shoulder in an arc and stacked it with the previous man.

He turned around and looked at the other two.

Everything happened very quickly, and the other two were still in the stage of preparing to do something. When they saw that they were knocked down in an instant, they were hesitant and didn't know whether they should do it or not.But no one expected that these two actually had weapons, and the knife flashed coldly, and even Bao Le gasped—this is considered a controlled knife.

The eyes of the black hoodie changed, and the two men swung their knives towards him, and Bao Le shouted to be careful.

He dodged a blow sideways, and his right hand was already on the leather sheath of the long knife behind him. The next second, he pulled out a wooden knife from the sheath.Bao Le's heart sank when she saw it. She thought it was at least an unsharp cosplay prop, but it turned out to be a wooden knife.So why do you need a leather scabbard for a wooden knife!

The black hoodie blocked his frontal attack with a wooden knife, while the other slashed at him from behind with a knife.Although he blocked the frontal attack, he couldn't attack for a while because the blade was too long, and the knife behind him was about to stab into his body.The black hoodie took a step back, which was a very dangerous step, which brought the blade that was about to sink into his body closer, but before that, he turned the tip of the wooden knife and used the shorter handle to quicklyHe hit the left shoulder of the person holding the knife in front of him, and with the force of the heavy blow on the shoulder and neck, he jumped up, and a pair of long legs rolled over the back of the person behind him from top to bottom.

This series of operations, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it is really hard to imagine that it is an action that humans can make.

After cleaning up the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, the black hoodie sheathed the knife, turned around again and looked straight at the one that was left.

"..." The rogue fat man who was still arrogant at first knelt down in front of the black hoodie and begged for mercy, "This scabbard is originally from the Jin Ling Shen family. Even if I have no eyes, Mr. Shen has a lot.People generally care about."

It's a big boss, that's right, Bao Le slandered, poking his head out carefully from behind the big boss.

"Get out." The boss spoke in such a pleasant voice, hoarse and deep, although there was only one simple word, but the word "roll" was so domineering that he couldn't help but make people feel excited.

Just as the fat man was about to do so, the boss said calmly, "Losing money first."

...

Jiang Baole, who cheerfully collected the money, took a broom and swept up the smashed antiques, thinking that such a fuss would be more than half a month's income in the store.While going out to throw out the trash, the neighbors in the neighborhood asked her worriedly, the little girl waved her hand, as if she was not the pitiful person who shivered in front of the evil forces just now.

As soon as the garbage was thrown into the recycle bin, the little girl suddenly slapped her thigh and yelled "Oops", the neighbors almost called the police, but Bao Le looked up to the sky with a bitter face and wailed, "I forgot to ask for a WeChat".As soon as I remembered that I forgot to add WeChat, I remembered that my phone was also smashed.Well, when we go back, if the big boss is gone, wouldn't it be a waste of money?

But, it's a good thing, when she went back, the boss was still sitting on the chair in her shop, and seeing that he was waiting for her, he was in full bloom again.

"What do you want to buy?" Bao Le ran over in a doggy manner. Although he didn't know what the boss was looking for in this shop, he couldn't be less doggy.

The black hoodie stood up, walked to the long case in front of her, and put the things in his pockets on the case.

It was a piece of torn jade bracelet. The jade was a high-grade ancient blood jade. The red veins were very clear, and it didn't float on the surface, but the blood-colored veins hidden under the transparent white jade.If such a jade bracelet is complete, the price should be at least six figures, but now it is torn apart, and it is even less than two or three millimeters in length, so it cannot be assembled into a complete bracelet.

"Can it be fixed?"

The jade bracelet is so damaged that it needs to be filled with other materials if it is to be repaired. The problem is what material to use and what pattern to repair so that it can match the material of the ancient blood jade bracelet itself.

When she hesitated, the black hoodie put another bank card in front of her.

"Deposit."

What time is it now, everyone uses Alipay and WeChat, this is the first time for her to dump the bank card directly, when Bao Le wanted to complain, she learned the amount in the bank card, and deeply swallowed what she wanted to complain aboutwent back.

"Is there a style or pattern required?"

The black hoodie shook his head.

"That's fine," Bao Le put away the card, "I'll figure it out myself. This repair will take about three days, come and pick it up after three days, leave a call..."

Bao Le suddenly stopped, and smiled sweetly: "Leave a WeChat message, boss, when I buy a new mobile phone, I will be the first to add you."

Unexpectedly, the black hoodie didn't seem to hear what she was saying. He took the pen handed over by Baole, but what he wrote on the paper was not a WeChat account, but a line of words.The writing on the black hoodie is very beautiful, and Bao Le was fascinated by his handwriting.First of all, his pen holding posture is very standard, his writing speed is not slow, he even grasps the pen very well, and has his own writing style.

More importantly, he wrote in traditional Chinese.

Although traditional characters are inconvenient to write, they are actually more charming than simplified characters. His strokes and turns have the demeanor of calligraphers, and no one with decades of calligraphy skills is as good as this hand.

Therefore, Bao Le didn't think there was anything wrong with what he wrote at first.

After he finished writing, Bao Le picked up the wet note and read the words on it. This is a string of addresses."Does this require me to deliver the goods to the door myself?" She murmured.

The black hoodie didn't answer, he put the pen cap on, and when Bao Le put down the note, he found that there was no sign of him.

Jiang Baole lay on the table and remembered that he hadn't asked for a WeChat account, or even a phone number, and felt heartbroken as if he had lost a hundred million yuan.