"I'm so tired! If she worked overtime all day, her bones would fall apart sooner or later.”Neon lights filled the surroundings, and a figure walked among them, slightly twisting his head.
This was the fourth time he had worked overtime in a row this month. He would go home at ten o'clock every night. Was it really easy to earn that little salary every month? He was just a poor white-collar worker. The money he earned every month was enough to pay for his rent, water, electricity, and instant noodles. Later on, he realized that his salary this month was that of a f * cking white-collar worker.
Sometimes, Qin Yi really envied those rich people. What second-generation heirs? They were drunk with money every day and had beautiful women in their arms. They lived like immortals and did not have to work and stay up late every day! Damn it, I really want to jump down after reincarnating in my next life. This reincarnation is really a technical job!
The complaints along the way also eased Qin Yi's fatigue. The night view of the city was so beautiful. Even though it was already around 10 o'clock, the surroundings were still brightly lit, but there were not many people.
Qin Yi didn't pay much attention to this. It was not the first time he had returned home so late all these years.
When he passed by a scallion pancake shop, Qin Yi happened to see a long passageway on the right side of the shop. However, it was brightly lit and there were many people inside! This was strange. He turned around and looked at his surroundings. The streets filled with neon lights were not as crowded as the small market! Could it be that there was something fun inside?
He thought that since he was going home to play games for a while before going to bed, he might as well see what was fun in this market!
After following the crowd into the market, Qin Yi realized that it was a huge antique market. There were antique shops everywhere, including many famous paintings, jewelry, and ceramic vases! There were even some stones placed on top of many small stalls!
Qin Yi had an interest in antiques since he was young. When he was young, his father once gave him a jade pendant. It was said that he bought it at the antique market for 2,000 yuan. After receiving it, Qin Yi was very happy for a long time. Moreover, after that, Qin Yi almost never fell sick again! Even colds and fevers would only happen once every few years.
This made him even more interested in antiques.
Perhaps he could find something good here today and send it back to his father!
With this thought in mind, Qin Yi still started to look around. Although there were many people coming and going, they could not block the antiques that came into his sight.
not long after
Something caught Qin Yi's attention.
It was a small stall set up by an old man. On this small stall, there were all kinds of books! It included many famous poems and even Cao Cao's biography! However, there was one book that caught Qin Yi's attention.
[Xuanhuang Technique]!
What was this?
The name sounded a little strange, but it piqued Qin Yi's curiosity.
"Sir, what is this book about?”Qin Yi bent down and pointed at the Xuanhuang Technique on the stall.
The old man lowered his head slightly and looked in the direction Qin Yi was pointing at. He said in a hoarse voice,"Mao…Mountain…Technique!"
Maoshan Technique? Qin Yi was slightly stunned after hearing that. He had heard of the Maoshan Art before, but he had only heard or seen it on television or in movies! He had always idolized Uncle Lam, and his Maoshan skills in the movies were also very cool. However, he knew very well that there was no such thing as ghosts and gods in real life. It seemed that buying this book was useless.
While Qin Yi was silent, the old man seemed to have been holding back for a long time and suddenly said,"Young man…I haven't had a drink in a long time. Can you be kind enough to buy this book and let me relieve my addiction?”
Qin Yi frowned slightly when he heard this. He thought to himself, It's not easy for such an old man to set up a stall here. Most of the people in this antique market sell ceramic vases and famous paintings. Only he is selling books here. There must be fewer people.
Seeing that he was pitiful, he would buy it.
"Alright then, Grandpa. How much is this book?" Qin Yi nodded and asked.”
First Master gently raised his dry fingers and made five fingers."Fifty!"
Fifty!
It wasn't very expensive. Qin Yi took out 50 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the old man. He put the Xuanhuang Technique into his backpack and turned to leave the antique market.
He took the 50 yuan from Qin Yi.
A sinister smile appeared on the old man's face…
When he got home, Qin Yi threw his briefcase in front of the computer desk and plunged into his bed. He took a few deep breaths.
If he worked overtime tomorrow, he would really go crazy. He would come back so late every day and come back empty-handed. He really wanted to f * cking quit this stupid job.
However, after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing he could do. Back then, he went to a third-rate university. After he came out, he originally thought that it would be better for him to find a job since he was a university student. However, who knew that after she came out, she would be looked down upon everywhere. It was not a famous university, but a third-rate university. It was not easy for her to find a job, but she worked as if she was risking her life every day and even had to work overtime. His salary was so little. After saving for so long, the money in his card was not even six figures. How could he find a girlfriend in the future?
"Heavens, why don't you give me a job that pays me fast!”Qin Yi could not help but complain for more than ten minutes. In the end, he got up to take a shower and fell asleep…
midnight
A golden light gradually shone from the briefcase, and the Xuanhuang Technique slowly flew out and floated in the air. Then, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded...
" The Celestial Master System is synthesizing a host…
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