In front of the "Shiyuanzhai" in the old town of Qingzhou City, three gangsters smashed the door with iron bars: "You dare to occupy a golden shop in a broken stone shop? I will tear you down today!"
Behind the counter, the man in blue shirt put down the half-carved jadeite in his hand and touched the stone surface lightly with his fingertips——
With a "ding" sound, his arm was instantly covered with suet jade armor, he caught the incoming iron rod with his bare hands, and with a backhand squeeze, the steel shattered inch by inch.
"What's wrong with the stone shop?" When he raised his eyes, his pupils glowed like stone patterns, "I, but the spirit is made of stone."
Lin Shuanghua, a female urban administrator who was hiding in an alley to secretly take pictures, clutched the ticket and dropped her mobile phone with a clatter - the "road-occupying business owner" she had been chasing for three months turned out to be even less "ordinary" than the cultural relics dealer her father caught back then.
