Zhang Heng did not argue with the old man.
He removed the barrel and found that there were no bullets in it. He then returned the shotgun to the old man, picked up the things he had placed on the ground, and followed the old man into his shop.
"Where should I put these things?"
"Well, just put them anywhere. I will clean them up later." The old man's attitude was much better after he was pointed at with a gun.
So Zhang Heng put the pile of things in his hand on the table next to him, then looked around. The House of Old Things was indeed a concentration camp for old things. The items here were basically old, from 100-megabit routers to old teapots, stamps, commemorative coins, and even a range hood. Of course, the most common item in the shop was books. There were all kinds of paper books, and many old newspapers were carefully stored away.
It also made the shop look a bit like a library.
However, Zhang Heng's eyes eventually fell on a car model, and his expression changed. "How much is that?"
The old man looked in the direction of Zhang Heng's finger. "Oh, this is an early toy made with building blocks. It was made by the first toy company that produced building blocks. It was once popular, but at that time, building blocks were just simple building blocks. They didn't have many functions. Later, other manufacturers produced smarter gadgets, and that company blindly transformed itself. In the end, it closed down due to poor management. It wasn't easy for me to get my hands on this. It has a lot of commemorative value. It should sell for at least 800 credits."
It should sell for at least 800 credits. " While bargaining, Zhang Heng walked to the car model, picked it up, and looked at it carefully. He found the familiar LEGO logo on the bumps of the parts. Zhang Heng was relieved. Initially, he was worried that the Lego Company would never appear again due to the changes in the world line or some other reason.
If that was the case, he would not be able to use the Infinite Building Block that he carried with him.
Now that he had this Lego car model, he could activate the Grade-B game. The Infinite Building Block itself was the most suitable game to deal with complex environments.
"Good things are never cheap," the old man said. Then, he frowned. "Did you come to my shop just to buy building blocks to play with?"
"No, I also want to inquire about the whereabouts of shellac records," Zhang Heng said. "The owner of an audio equipment store told me that I can come here to try my luck."
"Then you really came to the right place." The old man said, "Nowadays, very few people know about shellac records. This is an audio medium that was born at the beginning of the last century. It uses the purple natural resin secreted by the lac worm after it absorbs leaves as the raw material, and then adds clay, cotton fiber, and other mixtures to make records. It dominated the market until the end of World War II. But later, because the country of origin of the material was invaded by Japan, and the advent of vinyl records, this kind of record was quickly eliminated. Of course, it didn't take long for vinyl records to be eliminated by CDs, and then various digital audio formats appeared.
"It is said that there are still some small factories on Earth producing CDs and vinyl records to meet a small part of the demand, but shellac records … No one produces them anymore, which makes them very rare. To be honest, shellac records are not very suitable for audio storage. A record can only be listened to for a few minutes, and the sound is not well preserved. Why are you interested in shellac records?"
"People have to find new hobbies from time to time," Zhang Heng said. "So, do you have shellac records here?"
"Ha," the old man snorted, but he did not answer immediately. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Zhang Heng. "You even want to bargain with building blocks. I don't think you can afford the price I want. How do I know that if I take out the shellac records, you won't snatch them and run away like those two little bastards?"
"Because I want a lot of shellac records. Compared to snatching one and running away, I prefer to make a long-term deal with you," Zhang Heng said. "You seem to have a lot of channels to collect these old things. I want to buy all the shellac records in New Shanghai 0297."
"That's impossible. Do you know how much it will cost? Besides, it's not just a matter of money. "The old man shook his head as if he heard a joke.
"It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time. We can take our time," Zhang Heng said.
"Oh, if I were you, I wouldn't be so sure," the old man said. "But for the sake of helping me get my things back, I can indeed sell you a few shellac records." He reported a number without blinking, "Three thousand. Three thousand credits for one."
"One hundred." Zhang Heng did not even blink.
"Are you here to pick a fight?" the old man said angrily.
"You started it first," Zhang Heng said. "You also said that not many people know about shellac records these days, and even fewer people collect them. If I'm not mistaken, your shellac records can't be sold at all. Why don't you sell them to me at a lower price?"
"What do you know? You don't know the value of these old things at all. I might as well take them to my grave and listen to them for myself. "
"But you don't want me to keep thinking about digging your grave, do you?" Zhang Heng said.
The old man laughed, but then he seemed to think of something, and the anger on his face faded a little. "You are right. No one will want those shellac records except you. I can sell them to you at a low price, and I can even give them to you as a gift."
"But?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"But you have to provide me with something I need in exchange."
"What do you need?"
"Although you dress up very ostentatiously, you are surprisingly good at fighting. I want you to be my bodyguard and accompany me to meet someone. He lives on the first floor, and that place is not very safe, especially if I go alone."
"I'm afraid this will have to wait because I just got a job as a bodyguard. It will be two weeks before I can protect you," Zhang Heng said.
"No, I don't need you to protect me all the time. I just want you to accompany me to meet someone," the old man said. "Can you spare some time? I only need four or five hours."
"If that's the case, it's not a problem."
Xu Qian had to livestream every day, especially at night. Her livestream usually lasted until 12 o 'clock. According to the previous agreement between the two, Zhang Heng only needed to rush back to the place where he lived before 12 o' clock.
"Wait here." After the old man got Zhang Heng's reply, he turned to the bookshelf on the side, pulled out an iron box from the side, opened it, took out a paper bag, and handed it to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng didn't even need to open the paper bag to know what was inside. That was because the system prompt told him that he had found a shellac record and obtained 10 points.
(End of chapter)
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