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Volume 1 Chapter 104 Mysterious Paper

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    Kuku discovered that this old man was really hateful, several times worse than ordinary NPCs.  No matter what Kuku said, the pile of broken pieces he chewed to death was a good thing, and he had to pay compensation. If he didn't pay back, he would call the guards.

    "The guard brother is not a kind person. Such threats made Kuku very sad. She looked sideways at the fat old man and paid him more than 100 million gold coins because she was crazy.  Not to mention that there is no money at all, even if there is money, it is not spent like this.

    "What do you want? Do you want money? It will be the same when the guards come." She got angry and said angrily.

    But the shop owner rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "You said you wanted to come to me to buy something, but you dared to go to an antique store without money. Did you have the idea of ??robbing it from the beginning?"

    "No, I really plan to buy a statue of a child. Besides, no matter how expensive it is, it can't be compared with more than 100 million." Are poor people not allowed to buy some luxury goods?  Kuku felt there was something wrong with his idea. Grasshoppers still have thigh meat, and ordinary people can still have a few cents to spare.

    "Then what do you want to buy? Let's take a look first?" The old man adjusted his glasses and suddenly changed his attitude, making Kuku wary.  But she didn't mean to cause trouble. If she doesn't mention compensation now, of course she will talk about her own affairs first.

    So, Kuku looked at the small items on the counter and said casually: "There are two statues of a man and a woman in my yard, so I want to buy a child statue and put it back to make them a family.  . Do you have suitable ones here? If it¡¯s not expensive, just add some money and I¡¯ll compensate you for the modern pottery.¡±

    "Let's talk about compensation. I'll take you to see the goods." The old man walked out from behind the counter with a smile like a butchered pig, led her to a corner of the store, and then stretched out his hand to a pile of old statues in the corner.  Said: "They are all here. If you pick one, the price will be given to you."

    Kuku only took one look at it and asked: "Why are they all statues of girls? I'm such a shameless old man."

    Not to be outdone, the old man retorted: "As a woman, you just want to buy a statue of a man. It's really shameful."

    "I'm a customer, and I'm free to buy whatever I want. And I'm buying a little boy, not an adult man. Why are you so obscene in your thoughts? Based on this alone, I don't think I need to pay compensation. It's completely  It's an insult to my character." Kuku said quickly. The old man would definitely not let it go, so it would be better to pay less.

    "You talk so much nonsense, what are you going to buy?" The old man was very unhappy. He had never seen such a guy in the store for so many years. The business was out of business, so he asked the guards to come and take her away.  Then just deduct the money and don't bother to talk nonsense with this guy.

    Kuku scratched his face and said after a long while: "A wooden statue of a boy was sold to your family hundreds of years ago. It is said to be a royal item. This is what I want to buy. That kind of thing should not be sold.  "

    The old man didn't speak, but kept looking at her with a weird smile, which made her tremble. Then he smiled and said: "I didn't know there was such a thing, but if you compensate me for the loss, I will let you  Look at all the accounts since the store opened. If you don¡¯t lose money"

    "What if we don't pay compensation?" Kuku asked quickly.

    "It's a beautiful idea. If you don't pay compensation, I will send the guards over. I will arrest you and put you in jail. I will also deduct all the money you have, including your house, horse and man." The old man yelled angrily, and came in without asking.  If you want to go out without spending a penny, there is no such rule here!

    Kuku shrugged and snorted, "Tell me a serious price, something like 100 million. If you are a man today, I can still get you something of this amount." She finally knew,  This should be the mission requirement.  If you want to get information, you have to spend a huge amount of money, but more than 100 million is too much, and 80% of it can be negotiated.

    "" The old man looked at her speechlessly, and finally made a price, no more, no less, just enough to take away all her gold coins, leaving only some scattered silver and copper coins.

    "You're cruel!" Kuku secretly asked Yawuku to hand over all the money to him, then smashed it all on the counter, stretched out his hand and said fiercely: "Bring the account book!"

    The old man took the money without any nonsense and took her directly behind the counter. There was a dark basement entrance on the floor.  He took a dark little oil lamp and led Kuku down. It was full of messy things, like a tomb of a collector.

    Finally, he came to a small door and fumbled around for a long time before he found a blackened copper key.  After spending a long time on the old lock, which was also too dark to see its original color, I finally opened the door.

    The moment the door opened, a damp musty smell hit his face, choking Kuku so much that he could hardly breathe.  She could only cover her mouth and nose and complain: "Why is it so wet? What kind of antique?"?It will be destroyed even if you go in!  "

    "It's just for keeping the account books. There are no antiques in it." The old man had no intention of going in. He put the oil lamp in her hand, opened the door a little more, explained it and left immediately, "Look at it as you like, after you finish it."  Close the door when you come out.¡±

    Kuku held the oil lamp and glared at his back fiercely before pushing the door open and entering.  Under the dim light, this small room less than three meters long and wide was filled with stacks of moldy account books.

    I didn¡¯t expect there to be hundreds of account books. Could it be that I can only keep one account a year?

    Seeing these old and yellowed ledgers, she felt that this task was more difficult than going to get the scepter from Princess Baisi.  After reading the account books here, I am afraid that I have died of tuberculosis.

    Of course, she cannot die. This is the most terrifying and regrettable thing.

    There is no record in the chronicles when the servant sold the statue. Kuku was a smart person. She ran out of the small room and asked the old man about Mara and the time when the kingdom was moved.

    With this question, any NPC who has read books in Sanyutan Kingdom will know when the king moved here.  After all, this place used to be just a border area, and the king would come here only when he had a seizure.

    According to the period he gave, Kuku finally found the account books from that year, and then started to flip through the pages.  The paper was moldy, smelled bad, and felt very bad. She could tear off a corner accidentally, which made her feel particularly irritable.

    "I asked you, can you please make people worry less? Account books that have been compiled for hundreds of years are also compiled in this way. Every day's entries and exits are recorded. It's obvious that no business has been done. Is it necessary to compile it like this?" She asked while searching.  Bian kept complaining, he had never been so annoyed before, and he wanted to tear up all these made-up accounts.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It¡¯s not all made up, as long as it¡¯s related to the mission, it¡¯s all true. Only when you can pick out one true record from all the lies, can you feel the joy of suffering after suffering.¡±

    "I think it's bitter enough at ordinary times, but now you're boiling bitter melon with coptis, making it even more bitter for me." Kuku doesn't accept this trick. There is no such thing as sweet here.

    Finally, before getting rheumatism from the damp environment in the room, she finally found a suspicious statue.  It was an object marked as a wooden sculpture of a boy. It was not an antique at the time, but was purchased as a royal item.  Although the word "royal" is back in fashion, the handwriting is still clear.

    It¡¯s not enough to just find the acquisition, you have to find out when to sell it and who to sell it to.  Kuku stayed in the small room in the basement of the antique store for more than two days. When Yaukuku felt that it was so humid that mushrooms were growing on her head, she suddenly stood up and smashed the account book in her hand on the ground.

    As she got closer, the other stacked account books were destroyed by her frantically tearing and trampling on them.

    "What are you doing! These are antique account books, how could you destroy them?" After hearing the noise, the old man ran down quickly and saw a scene that shocked him.

    Even if the account books that are hundreds of years old belong to your own family, they are still antiques. How could you let someone destroy them like this?  As an antique dealer, how could such a bad professional ethics thing happen to me?

    Kuku didn¡¯t care so much, so he threw half of the account book at him, hitting the old man in the face.  Not bothering to watch him wipe his face and spit in disgust, Kuku pushed him away and walked out of the antique store angrily.  When closing the store, in order to vent his dissatisfaction, he tightly closed the door of the antique store.

    As soon as she left, the old door of the antique shop smashed to the ground and died.

    "This matter has nothing to do with the antique shop, why are you so angry?" Wu Yauku said kindly when he saw that she was too angry.

    Unexpectedly, Kuku directly pointed the finger at it, "Yes, it has nothing to do with him, but it has a lot to do with you!"

    "What does it have to do with me?" Wuwuku asked inexplicably. What had he done? How could he curse people for no reason?

    Kuku sneered, "Don't blame everything on the NPCs. These plots are not all made up by the game company. You dare to say that these plots have nothing to do with you. You have no involvement at all!"

    Wu Yauku blinked his eyes, then turned his head to look at Runtan who was hazy in the drizzle, and said calmly: "The most romantic thing I can think of is walking in the rain with someone. When the raindrops fall on you, you always feel  Gives me a feeling of physical and mental relaxation. ¡±

    "Pretend, I'll go to the pet shop in a minute and buy you a player's pet, Miss White Bird. Let it walk with you in the rain and make your romance come true!" Kuku said viciously, the anger in his heart already burning.  At the top.

    This kind of shabby drama?, she spent several days searching in the moldy room for a long time, and finally found the betrayal record from 20 years ago.  The wooden statue of a boy sitting in the corner that no one wanted and was about to grow fungus was bought back by the royal family.

    Now Kuku wants to know who this free-handed royal member is!  I also cursed Wuwuku from head to toe several times in my heart. It was a system anyway, and this matter had nothing to do with it.

    Crow Ku listened to her curse, but did not curse her back. Instead, he quietly glanced at Ku Ku's package.  In the package kept by it, there was unknowingly half a piece of worn and yellowed paper, which was densely filled with things.

    ¡°If you just took a casual look, you would just think it was a piece of account paper, but the owner of the package, Kuku, had no idea that he had such an extra piece of paper on his body.
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