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Chapter 180

It was already past three in the morning when he got off the train.

Huo Jilin said goodbye to everyone and returned to Huo Lingji alone.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Huo Lingji, Huo Jilin found something different.

There was another half-built shop next to his own shop.

When he left Beijing for Gulan County, this piece of land was still an empty lot.

It has been less than a month, and this ground has taken shape.

Logically speaking, there are still many stalls in Panjiayuan. Even if there are shops, most of them sell cooked food or drinks. There are still very few people who open antique shops directly like him.

And the decoration of this shop is a place for selling antiques.

Huo Jilin is not worried that his business will deteriorate because of the opening of this shop. Instead, it will be affected by his fame.

Huo Jilin is a little curious about who is so unlucky to open a shop next to him.

The store fees in Panjiayuan are ridiculously high. This guy is afraid that he will be in trouble because of the loss.

After looking at this store, Huo Jilin opened the door and walked into the tea room without stopping.

After turning the door of the secret room open, Huo Jilin entered the secret room.

The secret room was already filled with all kinds of exquisite antiques.

Huo Jilin took off the space ring in his hand, found a slightly free space, and took out the antiques in the ring.

Looking at the secret room that could no longer hold an antique, Huo Jilin began to worry.

If this secret room is not expanded, it may not be able to hold antiques.

After packing up everything, Huo Jilin was ready to rest.

Early the next morning, before the sun had fully risen, a ping-pong sound came from his ears.

Huo Jilin opened his eyes sleepily, pricked up his ears and found that the source of the sound was the shop next door.

Huo Jilin had excellent hearing, and the sound of the renovation sounded like thunder in his ears.

Looking at the clock in the room, the hour and minute hands pointed to half past six.

Originally, he thought he had overslept, but when he saw the time, Huo Jilin widened his eyes.

At this time, which capitalist was bullying the masses?

The noise of the renovation became louder and louder, making Huo Jilin unable to fall asleep.

After silently enduring for half an hour, Huo Jilin clenched his fists, got up and opened the door.

In front of the shop being renovated, there were a lot of decoration workers in simple clothes.

The leader was a fat man with a face full of flesh, directing the workers to knock here and there.

Huo Jilin, wearing pajamas, walked forward and patted the fat man on the shoulder: "I say, what time is it that you start working? Do you have any morals?"

The fat man looked back at Huo Jilin with disdain in his eyes, snorted and turned his head away: "No."

The next second, the fat man turned his head back again.

Perhaps because Huo Jilin was tall and strong, the fat man was worried that he could not beat him, so he looked a little more kind: "I'm sorry, brother, what's wrong?"

Huo Jilin pointed at the decorators who had been working hard for a long time: "You started decorating at 6:30? What do you mean? You don't want to sleep alone, so you want to make the whole Panjiayuan sleepless?"

The fat man's face became kind, and he took out a wrinkled cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Huo Jilin:

"Hello, brother, my name is Wang Yueban, you can just call me Wang Fatty."

"I see you came out of this Huo Lingji, you should be the boss here, I heard that your family is very famous."

"I'm so sorry, I'm here to catch a good day, and now, the site selection has delayed a lot of time. If it's delayed any further, it will not be open in half a month. You smoke a cigarette and bear with it."

Hearing the name Wang Yueban, Huo Jilin was petrified on the spot.

The fat man in the tomb-robbing iron triangle is about to appear. Does this mean that we will see Zhang Qiling soon?

If two black gold ancient swords appear in front of everyone at the same time, will it cause a big uproar?

Seeing Huo Jilin in a daze, Wang Yueban pushed the cigarette forward again: "Brother! Brother!"

Huo Jilin came back to his senses and pushed the cigarette forward: "I don't smoke."

"Oh!" Wang Yueban smiled awkwardly and took back the cigarette, "Brother, what's your name?"

Huo Jilin replied: "Huo Jilin, the boss of Huo Lingji."

"Good guy!" Wang Yueban wiped the sweat from his forehead, "This store name is really easy."

Huo Jilin replied casually: "Yes, the author is a bad name."

Wang Yueban originally thought that Huo Jilin was just a clerk of Huo Lingji. After knowing that Huo Jilin was the boss, he began to make plans in his mind.

If he could get close to Huo Jilin, his future business would also be taken care of.

This Panjiayuan, those who don't know anything about it can only callIts full name is Panjiayuan Flea Market.

Those who know the business call it Panjiayuan Fake Market.

The items sold in Wang Yueban's store are, of course, half real and half fake.

As long as Huo Jilin is willing to advertise in Huo Lingji, even if all the goods sold in his store are fake, his business can only be described in four words - booming.

Thinking of this, Wang Yueban couldn't help but smile.

However, from Huo Jilin's perspective, Wang Yueban was smiling foolishly, his whole body was trembling. If Huo Jilin hadn't read the Grave Robbers' Chronicles and knew Wang Yueban's true identity, he would have thought that he was in front of a nouveau riche.

Wang Yueban saw that Huo Jilin was still looking through him at the decoration team behind him. Wang Yueban immediately understood everything and hurriedly told the decoration team to stop working.

Huo Jilin saw that his goal had been achieved, so he turned around and left.

Wang Yueban hurriedly caught up and stuffed a business card into Huo Jilin's hand: "Boss Huo, we will be neighbors from now on. Let's help each other."

Huo Jilin guessed that he would definitely be inseparable from Wang Yueban in the future, so he put away the business card, hummed, and went back to the store.

When he lay back on the bed, the annoying sound of decoration no longer rang in his ears.

But Huo Jilin's sleepiness disappeared the moment he saw Wang Yueban.

An hour later, Huo Jilin was ready to fall asleep.

"Knock, knock, knock,"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Huo Jilin was forced to wake up again and opened the door of the store.

At the door were Hua Han and Shirley Yang with smiling faces, and behind them were Hu Bayi, Wang Kaixuan and Anderson carrying large and small bags.

When he saw Huo Jilin, Hua Han's eyes widened instantly, and tears fell from his mouth uncontrollably.

Hua Han stared at Huo Jilin's slightly exposed chest muscles and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "Well, Mr. Huo in pajamas has a unique charm."

Huo Jilin's face darkened and he knocked on Hua Han's head mercilessly: "Please control yourself. You don't make me feel like a handsome man, you only make me feel like a delicacy."