Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 261 My God, you really are a wizard!?

A decent neighborhood in western Los Angeles.

The place is a bit old, but the security is pretty good, and many people come here to set up stalls with all sorts of things.

There are white people, black people, Latinos, Asians, and people of all skin colors.

Looking up, one sees a bustling scene of people coming and going.

It's similar to our experience of going to a market, only the goods and language are different.

"Oh... this place is very safe!" Guo Fan looked around but didn't see any suspicious drug addicts or black people wearing hoodies.

Ever since he encountered those zombies, Guo Fan's first concern wherever he went in Los Angeles was the safety of the area.

“If the security situation weren’t good, they wouldn’t dare set up a stall here,” Lu Yang said with a smile.

He spent the last few days cramming on information about Los Angeles and discovered that the city is indeed quite chaotic.

The Watts riots of 1965, the anti-Vietnam War protests of 1970, and the Los Angeles riots of 1992.

The latter even featured a memorable scene: South Koreans on the rooftop.

South Korea may have some less-than-ideal cuisine, but it also has a system of universal military service.

Although their soldiers eat pig feed, are bullied, excel at counter-attacks, and are the best at long-distance running, they still have no problem defeating a group of thugs.

"Hahaha..." Qi Hui laughed upon hearing this. It seems that California was the first place to decriminalize zero-dollar purchases, right?
Before his transmigration, he had watched many videos of zero-yuan shopping, one of which left the deepest impression on Qi Hui.

A Black man is selling luxury goods he bought for free at a stall.

To prevent the items he bought for free from being sold for free, he even used several chains to tie those luxury bags to his hands.

This abstract operation amazed Qi Hui.

As expected of the great, free and democratic United States!

"Let's go in and take a look," Qi Hui said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go." Wu Jing and the others were also quite excited, planning to bring some gifts back for their friends.

Qi Hui wanted to buy some gifts for Jing Tian, ​​as well as for some other friends, such as Lao Ling and Xiao Zhang.

Wu Jing did the same. Besides buying some gifts for her boyfriend Xie Nan, she also wanted to buy some for her late husband Duan Yihong to express her feelings.

Of course, his rumored girlfriend, Ma Li, is another story.

Upon entering the flea market, Qi Hui and the others separated, each searching for something they liked.

Unlike shopping malls that display exquisite luxury goods, flea markets have many local American items.

Southern European style carpets and furniture, African style wood carvings and pottery.

There are also many old-fashioned mechanical devices, such as apple peelers, hand-cranked ice cream machines, and wine cap presses.

Qi Hui also saw a lighter stall, which displayed various old-fashioned lighters.

There are revolver-shaped ones, rocket car-shaped ones, and quite a few bullet-shaped ones.

These lighters were all left behind by veterans of World War I and World War II, and are said to be seventy or eighty years old.

Besides these, there are all kinds of Zippo lighters, including those used by Vietnam War soldiers with words engraved on them, and gold-plated lighters.

Qi Hui felt an itch to grab his hands, but sighed. This stall owner wasn't a friend of his, nor did he smoke or drink with him.

Otherwise, I should at least take two or three of his good lighters as a collectible.

As for buying... never mind, the lighters I bought don't work well!
Next to the lighter stall were several crocodile head specimens.

They come in various sizes and look incredibly lifelike, just like Louis XVI, the founding father of the United States, except that they are separated into two parts.

Qi Hui quickly left to wander around elsewhere, when suddenly his gaze sharpened as he saw something with distinctly Chinese elements.

Several red ceramic water cups were decorated with traditional Chinese characters, such as "May you live ten thousand years," "May you earn a fortune every day," and "May you have abundance every year."

"Hmm?" At this moment, Qi Hui's gaze sharpened as he locked onto a stall displaying a large number of medals.

That booth had a huge selection of medals from various countries. Qi Hui could see some American commemorative medals from World War I and II.

The Soviet Union's various Orders of the Red Banner, the old Germanic Iron Crosses, and some of Japan's Orders of the Rising Sun, etc.
Qi Hui even saw quite a few medals of the Republic of China, which was outrageous.

Now, I have no choice but to take a look.

Coincidentally, Guo Fan and Lu Yang also wandered around and ended up here.

The three walked up to the stall and began browsing the items on it, discovering that in addition to medals, there were also quite a few Chinese copper coins.

These copper coins are a bit strange. One of them is round with a square hole and has four Chinese characters on it: 【Bush Tongbao】. "Damn... how amazing!" Guo Fan picked up the 【Bush Tongbao】 and looked at it, not knowing what to say.

This thing looks like a Yiwu small commodity.

"These medals and badges, could they also be handicrafts made in China?" Lu Yang said while filming, holding a camera.

Qi Hui touched it and saw a few dark brown marks on one of the Iron Cross medals.

"Tsk... there are still some genuine ones." Qi Hui grimaced slightly; these few drops of blood were quite remarkable.

"Hey, buddy," Qi Hui called out to the stall owner, "Besides these, do you have anything else?"

"That's all," the stall owner said, pursing his lips. "They're all here."

Qi Hui was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this. He looked around and then noticed a box in the corner, which he immediately picked up.

Upon opening it, they discovered it was a skull.

“Damn…” Qi Hui leaned back instinctively. He had art direction skills and could tell what was a prop and what was a real bone.

This thing is a real human skull... Holy crap!
Qi Hui felt a wave of bad luck.

Moreover, the skull also bears the signatures of many people, such as Bald Gibson and Harry Paxson, all of whom are male.

Americans are really weird!
"Ugh—" Guo Fan and Lu Yang both exclaimed in disgust.

Americans are disgusting!
"Hey buddy, you have good taste," the stall owner called out. "Want it?"

"What would I do with this?" Qi Hui said disdainfully, and immediately tried to put the thing back.

“This is a gift my grandmother received from her ex-boyfriend,” the stall owner said. “Her ex-boyfriend was a Marine.”

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Qi Hui's heart stirred, his eyebrows twitched, and he slowed his movements as he put the item back.

"So what's the deal with this thing?"

"The skull of a former Japanese Army soldier," the stall owner said. "Her ex-boyfriend killed her."

"To prove this to my grandmother on behalf of her ex-boyfriend, thirteen of his comrades signed the document."

As he spoke, the stall owner pointed to the numerous names displayed on the sign.

"Fuck!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Fan and Lu Yang exclaimed in surprise at the same time, their eyes no longer filled with disgust, but with excitement as they looked at that thing.

What a good thing!

Offering this thing as a sacrifice to our ancestors would probably make them grin from ear to ear in the afterlife.

If all else fails, keep it as a collectible. If someone has one of these, their friends and family will surely take a second look.
It's a pity, it would be even better if each of the Chinese families had one of these!
"Tsk tsk... Good stuff, I'll take it!" Qi Hui said immediately.

Take it to Lu Chuan to see, what if it's Lu Chuan's great-grandfather's head?

Guo Fan and Lu Yang were immediately filled with envy and gritted their teeth. Damn it, if I had touched that thing earlier, wouldn't it have been mine?
Why can't I have such good luck?

"Hahaha..." Qi Hui laughed heartily, patted the skull in his hand, and was quite satisfied. This was a pretty good haul!
……

Half an hour later, Qi Hui and his group drove away. In addition to the skull, Qi Hui also bought a set of 19th-century European jewelry for Jing Tian, ​​as well as a few other small items.

Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and Lu Yang also bought some small items, but after hearing about Qi Hui's purchases, they suddenly felt that what they had in their hands was no longer appealing.

Damn it, I want one too!
Qi Hui stared at the skull, pondering how to tell Yan Tao later.

The vehicle drove off and soon arrived at the hotel. Qi Hui and the others got out of the car carrying their belongings.

"Hey, friend..."

At this time, a voice sounded.

Qi Hui turned his head and saw that it was the middle-aged white man he had met at the gun club.

"Oh...shit!" The middle-aged white man's expression suddenly changed drastically, his eager and enthusiastic look turning into panic and confusion.

Because he saw the skull in Qi Hui's hand.

"My God, you really are a wizard?!" The middle-aged white man jumped back repeatedly, his face deathly pale.

Qi Hui: “…”

It seems... there's been a misunderstanding?

(End of this chapter)