Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 76: Fleeing the Americans
As a graduate of Mechanical Engineering at Imperial College London, Gao Dongxu, who had been fascinated by the various knowledge left by his predecessors of mechanics since childhood, had no difficulty in fiddling with the weapons in front of him.

There is no real man who doesn't love guns. Gao Dongxu can't let go of weapons. He fiddles with and studies each one of them, then raises the gun and strikes a pose that he thinks is very handsome, aiming in a direction and making the sound of shooting.

Especially when he picked up the Barrett M107A1 sniper rifle, Gao Dongxu had the urge to open the window, stand on the windowsill, and aim at passers-by.

Suppressing this impulse, Gao Dongxu put down his gun and began to sort the tactical grenades, land mines, flash bombs, smoke bombs, etc. into the storage space.

Then he opened the magazine, removed the clip from the gun, and began loading the bullets.

Rolling bullets is a very boring and time-consuming task, but fortunately, Gao Dongxu was still excited at this time, so he did not feel bored, but worked very hard instead.

After filling the magazines of all the guns with bullets, opening the safety one by one, and storing them in the space, ready for use at any time, he lay on the big bed, holding a Glock 19 in his hand, aiming at the light on the ceiling, and practicing space folding and unfolding.

The Glock 19 kept flashing in Gao Dongxu's hand, looking very strange and mysterious.

The flash of Gao's gun-drawing technique is so terrifying...

The most important mission of this trip to the United States was completed, which also made Gao Dongxu think about returning to China.

He took out his phone and called his cousin Gao Fangfang, telling her that he wanted to return home.

However, Gao Fangfang asked him to wait for two more days, and what he wanted could be prepared in two days. It was just right for him to visit New York's second-hand thrift stores and the largest flea market during these two days.

Gao Dongxu gladly accepted, packed up his things, checked out of the room and left the hotel. It was already sunset by then.

The sky was dyed a brilliant hue of orange, pink, and purple, and the golden afterglow cast a warm glow over the glass and metal structures of Manhattan's skyscrapers.

The streets were bustling with cars and pedestrians. The yellow lights of taxis stood out against the dusk, and people were hurrying along. Streetside cafes and restaurants began to bustle, lights streaming through their windows onto the sidewalks. Homeless people, wrapped in dirty blankets, huddled against the walls.

Gao Dongxu's mouth twitched a few times. The New York Beggars' Gang... They had spies all over the city, communicating via carrier pigeons, and their leader was Morpheus from The Matrix.

Ahem... The cockroach that survived countless attacks is not to be messed with.

After finding a restaurant and enjoying dinner alone, I drove back to my cousin's house.

My cousin will stay in the laboratory for the next two days to prepare the medicine he wants.

I got home, turned on the TV, and tuned it to the news channel to see if I could find any traces of the existence of other films and TV shows in the news.

After brewing a cup of coffee, Gao Dongxu held the white porcelain coffee cup and smelled the rich aroma. He stood in front of the window, opened the curtains a little, and looked down at the entrance of the Continental Hotel opposite.

I don’t know what time of the plot is now, whether John Wick has retired, whether his wife is dead or not...

The reason why Gao Dongxu missed John Wick so much was mainly because he was thinking about the gold coins in the basement of John Wick's bombed mansion, and he wanted to follow him and pick up the bargains.

Ahem, this is a bit like seeking death, but Gao Dongxu has a very deep memory of the plot of the John Wick movie series. According to the second film, when John Wick went to retrieve his Mustang, the annual inspection mark on the Mustang was from 2014. In other words, John Wick, who had been retired for four years, just retired this year, and there are still four years left in the plot.

Four years is enough time for me to truly grow up.

He picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of it.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Gao Dongxu drove his car and started shopping in various second-hand and thrift stores in New York.

The things in second-hand and thrift stores are even more diverse and messy. Trying to find a treasure among them is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In this environment, shopping on Taobao requires great patience to find the real treasures from all kinds of useless but dazzling items.

Fortunately, Gao Dongxu has a cheat, so he doesn’t have to worry about being dazzled. He just needs to touch the messy items with his hands to find the good things.

Gao Dongxu relied on this cheat to pick out a ring with an imperial green jade ring face for $4, a pearl necklace for $2, a seemingly ordinary book for $5, a very old copy of Shakespeare's "Hamlet" for $20, and a brooch that looked like it was inlaid with rubies and diamonds for $ from countless second-hand goods.

A pair of small bronze wine glasses that cost only $4 were so cold that he could hardly hold them. The spiritual energy in the glasses was even richer than Qianlong's shroud.

After paying, Gao Dongxu walked out of the thrift store carrying all the old things he bought in a casual handbag. When he returned to the car, he still couldn't calm his wildly beating heart.

He took out a pair of tactical gloves from the space and put them on, then picked up the icy bronze wine glasses again. They were similar in style to the small wine glasses that came in the Maotai gift box, but they were larger. Gao Dongxu carefully examined the raised patterns on the wine glasses, weighed them in his hand, and gently touched one wine glass against the other.

"Ding--"

Gao Dongxu seemed to hear the clear, ethereal sound of the chimes he had heard in the Buddhist temple during his dream. The two bronze wine cups were extremely finely crafted, heavy in the hand, and full of texture. When struck, they produced a clear, ethereal sound that was soothing.

Although Gao Dongxu was unable to determine the age, the icy coldness and rich spiritual energy showed that this was a pair of extraordinary bronze wine cups.

The most famous bronze ware comes from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. No matter which of these three dynasties, people made a lot of money.

Gao Dongxu was almost overwhelmed by joy, and even felt a little dizzy. He didn't care how much the pair of wine glasses were worth. The main thing was the spiritual energy in them. He really didn't have to worry about replenishing the spiritual energy anymore.

He put the things into the space, rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, and took a long puff.

After finishing a cigarette, Gao Dongxu's excitement calmed down a little. Now was not the time to study the pair of bronze wine glasses. He started the car, found a gift shop, bought two exquisite glass boxes, put the two old books he had just found into the boxes, took out a black suitcase from the space, and put the two glass boxes into the suitcase.

"Clap--"

Gao Dongxu raised the corner of his mouth, patted his suitcase, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "When you come to America, you can't just spend money, you have to make some money from the Americans-"

After saying that, he started the car and, following the navigation, drove to Sotheby's, one of the world's oldest, most influential and largest auction houses, headquartered in New York.

When Gao Dongxu, dressed in a suit and carrying a black briefcase, stepped into the spacious and bright lobby that resembled an art gallery, a young white man immediately approached with a standard smile and politely asked, "Hello, sir, welcome to Sotheby's. How can I help you?"

"I have two things I want to entrust for auction--" Gao Dongxu said in British English with a calm expression.

"Okay, sir, what kind of item do you want to auction?"

"Two books—"

"Okay, please come this way first. I'll notify the agent immediately and arrange for an expert appraisal."

Gao Dongxu nodded and followed the other party across the hall into a reception room with five round tables, each with three chairs.

"Please take a seat. What would you like to drink?"

"A glass of water, thank you."

"Okay, please wait a moment—"

Gao Dongxu put the black suitcase on the table and waited patiently.

Soon the young white guy came back with a tray in his hands.

A bottle of Evian mineral water, a transparent glass, and three exquisite desserts were placed on the round table on the tray.

At this time, two middle-aged white men in suits appeared with smiles on their faces and walked quickly towards Gao Dongxu's position.

"Hello, sir, I'm Kevin Bull, and this is James Martin, our auction house's top appraiser."

"Hello..." Gao Dongxu stood up and shook hands with the two of them. He smiled and said, "You can call me Harold. I came here this time to entrust your company to auction two precious books for me—"

As he spoke, Gao Dongxu opened the suitcase, took out two glass boxes and placed them on the table.

"Can I open it and take a look?" Appraiser James Martin's eyes lit up slightly. He immediately took out white gloves and put them on, then looked at Gao Dongxu and asked.

"Of course, please—"

Then Gao Dongxu and his agent Kevin Bull watched James Martin carefully take out one of the books, place it on the velvet cloth that had just been unfolded, and begin to open it with extreme caution.

Soon, James Martin looked up with a look of surprise on his face, and said to Gao Dongxu in an excited tone: "Oh my God, this is actually a copy of the manuscript of the French philosopher Descartes--"

"What? James, are you sure?" Kevin Bull asked anxiously with a look of shock on his face.

"I'm absolutely sure. Look here... and here... This is absolutely genuine. Its value is between six million and ten million US dollars..."

Hearing this offer, Gao Dongxu was suddenly shocked and his pupils shrank suddenly. Although his face remained calm, the corners of his mouth were still trying hard to curl up.

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