While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Cao Kun's heart skipped a beat: "What kind of top-quality item is it?"

Shop owner: "It's absolutely genuine, but there's a lot of it. I don't know if you can finish it all."

Cao Kun: "What dynasty?"

The boss sighed: "The Qing Dynasty, that's when the Eight-Nation Alliance came and looted our land."

The seller's ancestors also went there back then and stole a lot of our good stuff.

However, now that his family has fallen on hard times, he has started selling things, and I have helped him deal with several items.

"Serves these bastards right. They've enjoyed so much good fortune for so many years; it's time they learned their lesson."

As the boss spoke, he started cursing.

Cao Kun remained calm: "What's so special about items from the Qing Dynasty?"

The shopkeeper said, "It's already quite good to be able to buy these abroad."

The truly exceptional items wouldn't be sent to my shop; they'd go straight to auction houses.

Cao Kun thought about it and agreed, then asked, "How many?"

Boss: "There are definitely tens of thousands."

Tens of thousands is really not many.

In ancient times, one string of cash was 1000 wen, which is 1000 copper coins.

Ten thousand coins would only amount to ten strings of cash, which is indeed not much.

However, more than 10,000 coins should be enough for him to collect a sufficient number of the Five Emperors Coins.

Cao Kun: "If it's true, I'll take them all."

The boss immediately smiled: "Then leave your phone number, and I'll let you know when the goods arrive."

Cao Kun didn't give him his business card, lest the other party see that he was an exorcist and try to raise the price on the spot.

He simply left his name and phone number, and the boss also gave him a business card.

Cao Kun saw that the boss's name was Lin Qixuan.

Cao Kun put away the business card and asked, "Do you know where I can have swords forged?"

Shop owner: "You mean the blacksmith shop?"

Cao Kun: "More or less."

Boss: "The kind of blacksmith shops we have in China do exist abroad, but they don't call them blacksmith shops, they call them workshops."

But the nature of it is similar; as long as you pay enough, they can do whatever you want.

Cao Kun: "Do you have a way to contact me?"

The boss retorted to Cao Kun, "Do you even need to ask me? Don't you young people all know how to use the internet? Just search online."

Cao Kun was taken aback.

The boss's words reminded him that he could search online.

It's not just about ordering a sword; you can also contact people in China via the internet.

Ancient coins and other antiques can't be brought over, but buying some lightning-struck wood shouldn't be a problem.

After thanking the owner, Cao Kun left Yuchenxuan and returned home.

He logged onto a Chinese online forum and searched for "lightning-struck wood".

As it turned out, they just had a piece of wood struck by lightning.

Cao Kun couldn't help but laugh. Lightning-struck wood, which you can't even find to die abroad, actually has a gathering place here dedicated to discussing this stuff.

Cao Kun glanced around and saw that this forum had discussions about lightning-struck wood and people buying it.

However, lightning-struck wood is rarely sold.

Cao Kun found several posts selling lightning-struck wood, but they were from a long time ago.

Moreover, they were not peach or jujube wood, but some other kind of wood.

Lightning-struck wood comes in all sorts of forms. Any wood that has been struck by lightning and absorbed the power of the lightning is called lightning-struck wood.

However, peach wood and jujube wood are inherently yang woods, possessing the ability to ward off evil spirits. They become even more powerful after absorbing the power of lightning.

Ordinary wood, even if split, cannot absorb much lightning power and is basically of little use.

"It seems there's a lot of demand for lightning-struck peach wood and lightning-struck jujube wood."

Cao Kun logged into his account and posted a message.

"Looking to buy lightning-struck peach or jujube wood at a high price, the older the better, payment in US dollars. Interested parties please send a private message or call..."

The post was just published, so it probably won't get many views.

Moreover, because of the time difference, it's midnight there, so no one will be watching.

Cao Kun left the forum and used Google, which had just been launched this year, to search for local blacksmith workshops.

In fact, Cao Kun also bought some Google and Apple stock.

However, he doesn't have much savings right now, so he hasn't bought much.

Cao Kun went out and it took him more than two hours to return.

However, he has already contacted a sword and knife workshop.

Ask them to help forge a Han-style octagonal heavy sword.

Although they had never built one before, they readily agreed after Cao Kun provided ample funding.

The next day, Wenxintang, which Cao Kun had closed for several days, finally reopened for business as usual.

However, not a single transaction was made by the end of the morning.

Some people did come in to take a look, but when they saw that the talismans were priced at $10 each, they all turned around and left.

Aside from someone who's really in trouble, who would be willing to spend $10 to buy such a small piece of paper?

After all, Cao Kun has only encountered one "sucker" like Scarlett Johansson so far.

Cao Kun is even considering whether to lower the price to $5.

Just then, a police car and a private car drove up one after the other and stopped in front of the Wenxin Hall.

Two white police officers in their 30s got out of the police car; Cao Kun didn't recognize them.

Two men and two women got out of the private car; they appeared to be two middle-aged couples.

They seemed very agitated. A middle-aged woman pointed at Cao Kun and shouted, "That's him! Arrest him!"

Another man said, "Wenxin Hall, Chinese, this is it, that's right."

Upon seeing this, Cao Kun frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Two policemen entered the store and asked, "Are you Cao Kun?"

Cao Kun: "Yes, that's me. Which branch of the police station are you from?"

The two men didn't answer, but the slightly overweight policeman said, "You'll find out when you come with us."

Cao Kun: "Reason? Is there an arrest warrant?"

The overweight police officer said, "We now suspect that you are involved in a heinous murder case and need your cooperation in our investigation."

Cao Kun frowned even more deeply.

According to the laws of country M, an arrest warrant is indeed not required on the grounds of a murder case.

As long as the legal documents are completed within 48 hours, it will be fine.

Cao Kun glanced at the two couples and saw that they were staring at him with hatred, as if he had really killed someone very important to them.

But in reality, he didn't know any of these four people.

Cao Kun asked, "May I make a phone call?"

The portly policeman said again, "When you get to the police station, you'll have a chance to make a phone call."

Cao Kun gave the two American police officers a deep look, then said nothing more: "Let's go."

Perhaps seeing that Cao Kun was unarmed and posed no threat, or perhaps for other reasons, the two did not handcuff him.

After Cao Kun closed the shop door, he let him into the back seat of the police car, where a fat policeman sat next to him and kept an eye on him.

Seeing Cao Kun being taken away in a police car, the shop owners around started talking about it again, pointing at him with expectant eyes.

The car arrived at the 8th Precinct, which is the West Los Angeles Precinct.

Cao Kun was taken to an interrogation room where the two policemen who brought him back questioned him.

The overweight policeman asked him, "Where did you go the day before yesterday?"

Cao Kun: "I need to make a phone call first."

The fat policeman didn't refuse this time. He took Cao Kun's phone, and Cao Kun called Sheriff Ford directly.

Upon hearing that Cao Kun had been arrested, Sheriff Ford was taken aback: "What did you say? You were arrested by the 8th Precinct?"

Before Cao Kun could say anything more, Sheriff Ford said, "You wait for me, I'm coming right now, don't say anything."

"Okay," Cao Kun replied and hung up the phone.

"Now, can you tell me?" the fat policeman continued to ask.

Cao Kun: "Although my lawyer told me not to say anything, I can tell you anyway."

The day before yesterday morning, I held a twilight ceremony for little Robert Downey at home.

After that, I received a call from Logan-Flake.

His daughter, Bella Fleck, has gone missing, and he asked me for help in finding her.

I agreed to his request and, through special means, found his daughter, but by then she was already a corpse.

I then brought her body back.

"Robert Downey Jr. and his girlfriend Susan, as well as Logan Flake himself, can all testify to what I've said."