Repairer Chapter 20 – Wind

Chapter 20 Wind-occupying Bell (1)

[ Repair points: 8 points ]

[ Wind-occupying Bell, low-level incomplete magical artifact. Repairable. Requires 5 repair points. Do you want to repair it? ]

“I won't repair it!” Su Xiaofan denied the restoration question and answer, and the words faded away.

“It's also an incomplete magic artifact, but it should be better than the bronze mirror. But why are they all incomplete magic artifacts?”

Su Xiaofan turned the wind bell over and examined it carefully. The brass bell only had a few shallow scratches on its surface, but it looked intact on the whole. It didn't look damaged at all.

“Could it be that this so-called magic artifact can really bring good fortune and ward off evil?”

Looking at the red string tied to the bell, Su Xiaofan picked it up with his right hand and shook it gently, producing a melodious sound. “Hmm, this voice sounds so comfortable.”

He wasn't sure if it was a psychological effect, but unlike the bells that Su Xiaofan had heard before, the crisp sound of the Wind-occupying Bell seemed to have a purifying effect. It made Su Xiaofan feel clear-headed and his breathing much smoother.

“Good stuff!” Su Xiaofan praised.

“Alright, Xiao fan. You just haven't seen it before. There are plenty of wholesale markets like this.”

After being banned from the artifact business by Jing Shizhen, Zheng Dagang's awkwardness in his heart hadn't passed yet, and he also started to spout a series of strange words. “A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!”

Jing Shizhen glared at Zheng Dagang, took the bell from Su Xiaofan, and carefully put it back on the tray. He waved at Zheng Dagang and said, “Alright, you've seen the item. You can get lost now.”

my “Then we'll go back first. Uncle Jing, if mother's dumplings turn out to be a mess, I'll send them over to you.”

Although he only saw two magic artifacts, they were real. Zheng Dagang felt that he didn't break his promise to Su Xiaofan.

Don't. If sister-in-law makes wonton, you can call me. It won't taste right if you send it over.” Jing Shizhen had eaten many delicacies from all over the world, but she had a special liking for the Zheng family's chaos. As long as she returned to Luochuan, she would always go for a meal.

“Brother Gang, Uncle Jing, wait a moment.' Just as Jing Shizhen picked up the tray and was about to return the two dharmic artifacts, Su Xiaofan suddenly spoke.

“Eh? What's wrong, Little Su?” Jing Shizhen stopped and looked at Su Xiaofan.

“Uncle Jing, I… I'd like to ask, how much are you selling it for?”

Su Xiaofan glanced at the bell and said, “I quite like this thing. My family just bought a house, and I want to put it in the new house. It'll be an addition to the house.”

“Xiaofan, magical artifacts are just a joke. Why did you take it so seriously? Even if you want to buy it, don't buy it here. Uncle Jing's knife is very fast.”

Hearing that Su Xiaofan wanted to buy the bell, Zheng Dagang was stunned. He had been in the magical artifact business for several years, but until now, he didn't think that this thing had any magical power. At most, it was just a psychological comfort for the buyer.

Not to mention, the things in Jingxin Hall had always been famous for their expensive prices. Ordinary antiques were 30% more expensive than the ones on the market. This bell was also a magic artifact. Who knew what kind of high price Uncle Jing would ask for?

In a moment of desperation, Zheng Dagang didn't care about the relationship between his family and Uncle Jing. He opened his mouth and exposed Uncle Jing's secret. Jing Shizhen's face couldn't help but turn black when he heard this.

“What do you know? My knife is fast?”

Jing Shizhen couldn't tolerate Zheng Dagang's nonsense as it concerned the honor of Jingxin Hall. “Besides Jingxin Hall, which antique store would dare to fake it and pay ten times for it? You're buying things from me for peace of mind, so it's better to have something more expensive than buying fake ones, right?” Jing Shizhen wasn't lying. Jingxin Hall had been open for decades and had never sold any counterfeits. Some antique shops wanted to imitate Jingxin Hall, but they sold the counterfeits because they were not strong enough. They would lose all their money because of the compensation they promised. “Brother Gang, Uncle Jing is right. It's not like you haven't seen the pain of those people buying fake medicine.”

In the antique trade, buying a fake was also called taking medicine. The medicine was bitter, which described the feeling after buying a fake. Su Xiaofan agreed with Jing Shizhen. After working in the antique market for a few years, he had seen all kinds of people. Not everyone would admit that they were unlucky after buying a counterfeit. Most people would make trouble at their door.

Some called the police for fraud, some threatened to use force, but usually those people couldn't get any compensation or a refund, because there would be a receipt during the transaction. The receipt usually wrote “handicraft” in the item column. It was a normal transaction in the market, so even if the police came, they couldn't do anything. This was also the main reason why Jingxin Hall's business had been booming since its opening. The items were expensive, but the goods were genuine. If people with a little bit of strength wanted to buy antiques, Jingxin Hall would be their first choice.

“Little Su, you're so sensible. Gang Zi, you rascal, you don't speak human language. I wonder how you manage to do business in the market.”

Uncle Jing was very satisfied with Su Xiaofan.

As he grew older, he naturally liked to hear good things.

“Uncle Jing, how much are you selling this bell?” Su Xiaofan asked again.

“You really want it? For the house you just bought?”

Jing Shizhen's attitude turned serious when he heard Su Xiaofan's words. “What kind of house did you buy? Is it a villa?”

“It's not a villa. Xiaofan's family bought a large flat, more than two hundred and seventy square meters. It's not worse than a villa.” Zheng Dagang said from the side. “Oh? Little Su's family is pretty well-off.”

Jing Shizhen looked at Su Xiaofan in surprise. He had heard Zheng Dagang mention that Su Xiaofan's father wasn't around and lived with his sister, so his family was average. “My dad earned some money over the years.

He bought the house when he came back.” Su Xiaofan explained. He still didn't think it was real that he suddenly had a new house under his name. “Usually, commercial housing in the city doesn't need to be geomantic. As long as the house isn't built in some dangerous place, there's no problem.” Jing Shizhen muttered to himself, “Two hundred and seventy square meters. It's considered a big house. It has the possibility of hiding wind and gathering Qi, and it's also possible to hide wind and leak air. You can buy an object to protect the house.”

“Uncle Jing, you know how to read feng shui?” Su Xiaofan didn't quite understand Jing Shizhen's words, but it was probably related to feng shui.

“In our line of work, we have to at least know a little.”

Jing Shizhen smiled and pointed to the Eight Trigram Mirror and the Wind-occupying Bell on the tray, saying, “Little Su, let me put it this way. There shouldn't be a problem with your house. You don't have to buy these things. Sometimes, it's not a good thing to have a feng shui artifact in the house.”

“Uncle Jing, I think this thing is destined to be mine. Can you give me a price? if I can't afford it, then there's nothing I can do.”

Su Xiaofan looked at the bell on the tray. The reason he wanted to buy this low-level, broken Dharma artifact was that he wanted to use the repair points to repair it and see how different it was from the so-called damaged Dharma artifact after being repaired.

In fact, Su Xiaofan had an even better item, which was the dragon-shaped jade pendant around his neck. However, it would cost 50 repair points to repair it, which Su Xiaofan couldn't afford at all. He could only pick a cheaper one to practice with. “Actually, it's better to choose a defensive magical artifact to protect your house. If you hang it at home, this Wind-occupying Bell is not as good as the Eight Trigram Mirror.” Jing Shizhen shook his head and said, “But my old client specifically asked for a defensive magical weapon. I came back this time to bring these two magical weapons to trade with someone. As for whether he'll choose the Eight Trigram Mirror or the Wind-occupying Bell, don't know yet. So, Little Su, if you want it, I I can sell it to you. Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon? There will be a conclusion to this matter then.” Hearing Jing Shizhen's words, Su Xiaofan and Zheng Dagang realized that the two Dharma artifacts were not in the safe at Luochuan bank, but were brought over by Jing Shizhen from another place. This made Su Xiaofan's heart race. He didn't know if he had enough money to buy the chimes.

Before the accident, Su Xiaofan had 70,000 to 80,000 Yuan on hand. After the accident, he received 500,000 Yuan as compensation, which had been transferred to his account after the negotiation a few days ago. When he was discharged, the hospital had prepared a medical bill of more than 60,000 Yuan, which was also covered by Su Xiaofan.

Also, his father had given Su Xiaofan a card when he came back, which had a whole one million Yuan in it. He had given him another two hundred thousand Yuan for the furniture, but Su Xiaofan had spent less than half of it.

After adding it all up, Su Xiaofan now had more than 1.7 million Yuan on hand. Of course, Su Xiaofan couldn't spend all of the 1.7 million Yuan. He had to leave 200,000 Yuan for his sister's tuition and living expenses for her first year in college. In total, Su Xiaofan had 1.5 million Yuan to buy the Wind-occupying Bell. “Uncle Jing, I'm bringing my sister back to the village tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to come back tomorrow or the day after. Can I come back the day after that?”

Su Xiaofan was taken aback. He had decided to return to the village tomorrow, and he had told the village head and sixth Grandpa over the phone that the village would hold a banquet to celebrate his sister's entrance into Yanjing, so Su Xiaofan and his sister had to be there.

“I'm going back to Yanjing the day after tomorrow.”

Jing Shizhen frowned and picked up his phone to look at the time. “How about this? I'll call the client and ask him if he's free. If he's free, we'll settle the matter today.”

“Uncle Jing, why don't you name a price first?

Of I can't afford it, I'll be delaying your business.”

Su Xiaofan said guiltily. He didn't know much about the magical weapon market. He thought he had enough money, but if he didn't, he would embarrass himself. “You're right.”

Jing Shizhen couldn't help but laugh. “Two million for the eight trigrams mirror, and one million and two hundred thousand for the Wind-occupying Bell. How is it? Do you have enough money on hand?”

“One million, two hundred thousand? This fist-sized brass bell could actually be sold for 1.2 million?” Even though Su Xiaofan had been mentally prepared, he was still shocked. “Uncle Jing, Xiaofan is my brother. Don't use your 30% increase on him.” Zheng Dagang said, “Xiaofan is also a customer that I brought in. I don't want the 20%. Uncle Jing, you can deduct it from the middle.”

“I think you're helping an outsider.” Jing Shizhen was amused by Zheng Dagang's words and said, “I asked my client 1.8 million Yuan for the Wind-occupying Bell. If he doesn't want it, I'll give it to Little Su for 1.2 million Yuan. What else do you want?”

“Uncle Jing, please wait.”

Hearing Jing Shizhen's words, Zheng Dagang took out his phone and tapped on it. When he saw that 1.2 million was 30% off 1.8 million and 600,000 less, he immediately gave a thumbs up.

“Uncle, you're so particular. Why don't you round it up to a million?”

Chapter end