Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf
Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Bought a Bicycle

Antique City.

After what happened last night, John decided to make defensive things for his sisters.

For example, Mind Circle.

In this way, if the sisters were in danger, he could replace them as soon as possible.

However,

The requirements for the quality of the jade were very high when depicting the Mind Circle, and ordinary jade cannot satisfy the requirements at all.

So John decided to go to Antique City to try his luck.

After browsing for a while, he didn't catch anything good, but he met an acquaintance.

Master Stratton, Stratton Remar.

Stratton Remar likes to collect old antiques. If he has nothing to do, he will go to Antique City.

Seeing John, he came over smiling and said, "What a coincidence, Mr. Lopez!"

John nodded: "Master Stratton, how is your body recovering?"

He has a good impression of this old man.

"Much better. Thanks to Mr. Lopez's help, otherwise my old bone might have been buried in peace."

"That's good. In the future, we should pay more attention to our diet and eat less fatty, sweet, and greasy food."

"I would like to listen to Mr. Lopez's instruction."

They chatted and strolled around the Antique City.

After a long time, John shook his head in disappointment.

Nothing.

At first, Stratton thought that John was just like him. He just came to Antique City to pick up some cheap goods. Seeing him shake his head, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Is Mr. Lopez looking for something?"

"Well, I came to look for some jade or some stones with high hardness, but after turning for so long, I didn't

see any."

Stratton shook his head and smiled: "It's harder replaceing real jade in such a place than looking for a needle in

a haystack, but..."

He seemed to remember something.

"I remember that Maxwell seemed to have received a stone. It was very special, but I don't know whether it

could meet Mr. Lopez's requirements."

John immediately slapped his forehead.

Yes, the Remar family ran an auction house. They would certainly receive many rare things. He should have asked Maxwell Remar directly long ago. Why would he waste time in this antique city?

A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Stratton's face and said: "Mr. Lopez, why don't you come to my home for lunch this afternoon? I can ask Maxwell to look for the stone."

"Sounds good."

John agreed.

They strolled for a while again. Just as they were about to leave, John suddenly saw something.

Eh?

There seemed to be something good.

He went straight to a stall.

This stall was bigger than other stalls and specialized in selling strange things.

John's target was a bicycle placed behind the stall. The body had been corroded and looked very old.

John pointed to the bicycle and asked the stall owner, "Hi, aren't you selling antiques? Why are you also selling this second hand bicycle?"

"Don't mention it. I met a lunatic yesterday who insisted on exchanging this broken bike with me. He said this is a treasure. I was so angry that I wanted to smack him." Speaking of this, the stall owner became angry.

Yesterday, he set up the stall well, but suddenly a crazy old man came to him. He insisted on selling this bicycle to him and said that someone would buy it soon. The stall owner certainly disagreed.

He is an antique collector, not a rag collector. Only a fool will buy this pile of metal.

scrap

As a result, the crazy old man was unreasonable. He grabbed a handful of things from his stall, threw down his bike, and ran away.

Because of this, the stall owner was so depressed that was not inte ted in making love with his wif

last night.

John smiled and said, "Two hundred yuan. I'll take this broken bike."

"You want it?"

The stall owner was stunned. It seemed that he could not believe that someone would buy this broken bike! "Can I ask why?"

Out of his professional sense, the stall owner decided to ask John why he bought this broken bike.

John's face sank and said, 'Er... Forget it. I was just on the spur of the moment. I'd better not!"

"Wait!"

The stall owner hurriedly shouted to John: "You just said you would buy, and the price was agreed. How can you go back on your promise?”.

"I don't want it."

"No, no, you can't do business like this, or... one hundred and fifty?"

They kept discussing the price.

In the end, John bought the bicycle for one hundred..

Stratton asked, "Mr. Lopez, why did you buy this pile of scrap iron?"

From the frame to the chain, the bike was covered with rust and could not be ridden at all. It was just a pile

of scrap metal.

If it was to be sold to a scrap collection station, it would probably be only worth two or three dollars.

One hundred dollars was not worth it at all.

John smiled mysteriously and said, "I have my use."

Then he left Antique City with his bike on his shoulder and came to a second-hand bicycle shop. He called the owner of the shop and said, "Come, help me get rid of rust on my bicycle." When the shop owner came out to see it, he was shocked.

"Your bike is broken like this. I don't think it's necessary to remove rust. Why don't you come to my shop and check out other bikes? Although they are second-hand, they are just like new ones." "No, I just like mine. Please help me remove the rust!"

The shop owner was speechless.

He had never seen such a customer before. He looked around the bike and said, "Boy, you are not here to

remove rust/are you here to give me trouble?"

Bastard.

Including the frame, chain, and screws, everything was broken on the bike.

There was no need to remove the rust.

He had to be trolling.

The shop owner's face changed as he said, and John was quite speechless. To prove that he was not looking

for trouble, he took out the black card directly to show he was serious.

"The VIP card of the Chamber of City!"

The shopkeeper's face changed again.

Suddenly.

He realized something and immediately apologized to John and said, "Sir, I'm sorry that I offended you just now. I'll remove the rust on your bike."

Being able to take out the VIP card of the Chamber of City showed that John was not just an ordinary person. Why did he insist on rust removal for this broken bike? It showed that this bike had to be very important to him!

Maybe it was handed down by the deceased grandpa?

The taste of rich people was hard to ponder.

The shop owner thought about not offending John easily and was about to help him remove the rust on his bike, but his wife suddenly pulled him to the corner and whispered, "I think he may have stolen this card."