One move to break into American comics

After walking out of the cinema, Sean felt a little complicated. After ten years of waiting, this is the ending, alas~~!

As a patriotic person with an angry youth vibe, he has implanted the concept of supporting domestic production in his bones since he came into contact with the subject of history in junior high school. But it seems that in today's society, profit-seeking businessmen only regard people like them as fools.

When each disappointment extinguished the last fire of hope in his heart, his blood began to cool down and remained at a value that was beneficial to physical and mental health. What products you use and what causes you contribute to become rational.

Since joining the workforce, he has rarely let himself go freely and freely as he did when he was a student. The grinding wheel of life has long since smoothed his sharp edges, making him mature and stable. He understands that this is a kind of growth.

After exhaling a breath, Sean shook his head, suppressed all the emotions brought about by the movie, adjusted his mood, looked at the bright neon lights, raised his hand and looked at his watch. He hadn't walked properly in a long time, and it was time anyway. It's still early, and it's not too far away, so just think of it as some exercise after sitting for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Sean felt a little hungry. He looked around and decided to take a few steps around, cross the traffic light on the right, and go to a small restaurant next to a bank that was mainly engaged in construction to have something to eat.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the light turned green, and he quickly crossed the road. As soon as he reached the open-air parking lot in front of the bank gate, an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a pale golden Tang suit, jumped out of the green belt.

Sean braked, took a few steps back, and said, "Old man, be careful, the floor is covered with marble."

There's no way, banks, the biggest 'garbage' in them is money, and a marble open-air parking lot is just the dandruff that falls off when you wash your hair.

The old man looked at Sean, smiled kindly, and said, "Young man, you are not bad."

Sean's mouth twitched. Send me a good guy card? I don’t know if I subconsciously stepped back to remind you because I was afraid of being blackmailed.

"Hey, young man, my old man is not the kind of person you think. Besides, this is the entrance of the bank. Although the people are off work, the machines are not necessarily. Don't you have cameras everywhere now? The lights here are so bright, you’re still worried that I’m really trying to blackmail you.”

Sean looked around and nodded secretly. That's right. This is the entrance of a bank, so there are naturally no shortage of cameras. But having said that, you still have to be careful.

He laughed and said, "Well, old man, you misunderstood. I didn't think anything of it. I just wanted to remind you. After all, if you accidentally fall down, then what, I don't mean anything else. Just walk slowly." I'm leaving now, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Sean deliberately avoided the old man and was about to leave quickly. However, after taking only two steps, the old man came to him again. net

Damn, if you are so nimble, this old man can't be a young man pretending to be a young man, otherwise how could he be so nimble?

"Young man, don't worry. We are destined to meet each other. Do you want to buy something?"

What? Sean's expression was very strange. What the hell is this operation? Could it be that this old man is really a young man pretending to be a young man, and he is also the kind of mobile businessman who specializes in walking around the streets and selling colorful films?

The old man ignored Sean, and with a quick dig, he found a stack of books in his hand, at least seven or eight. At first glance at the cover, he thought they were some isolated ancient books, but after a closer look, it was not the case at all. Yes, it's exactly the kind of assembly-line product that can be made crudely by any printing factory.

Thinking about it, Sean had another doubt in his mind. Although there were not many books, where was this old man hiding?

It's a pity that the old man is busy introducing his own products and has no time to talk to him, so he naturally won't give him an answer.

"Look, this is the "Tathagata Divine Palm", the top martial arts of those hypocritical bald donkey secular disciples in the legend. After learning it... this is the "Six Meridians Divine Sword". This is not what you learned from the novel. The one I saw, it... I looked at the next one, "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon", like the previous one, it is not from a novel. I compiled it myself... ·"

After listening to the old man's enthusiastic introduction, Sean felt helpless and interrupted him, asking, "Are you sure you're not a pirate?"

"what?"

"Nothing, I just..."

"You just said that you said I was a pirate."

"You heard wrong."

"Hmph, boy, although I am old, my ears are not old at all. Don't try to quibble."

"Okay, come on, what do you want? Don't try to blackmail me. I'll be broke and you won't get much money."

The old man quit immediately and said with a glare, "Boy, I'm warning you, if you dare to call me a liar again, I'll be rude to you."

Sean was also a little impatient and said, "Okay, tell me, what do you want?"

After looking at the book in the old man's hand, he thought that he might as well just buy one, just to smoke less packs of cigarettes and absorb less nicotine that is harmful to the body. After thinking about it in his heart, Sean decided to spend a little money to avoid trouble.

Looking at the old man who didn't look like an old man at all, he rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me, how much are these books of yours? I'll buy one. Say it first, I'll buy one, and the cash will be waiting for me." Count."

As he spoke, Sean quickly dug into his trouser pockets, searched his clothes pockets, counted the banknotes and coins in front of the old man, and said, "You see, I only have this little cash on me, a total of twenty-one and fifty cents." ”

"Really? Boy, don't lie to me."

"I said that's about right, don't be too greedy..."

"Boy, don't be so angry. You still have a coin in your pocket. I only want it."

After finishing speaking, the old man raised his right hand and saw an aluminum five-cent coin in front of him between his fingers.

Sean's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously reached into his pocket. The five-cent coin that had been in his pocket since middle school was gone.

He smiled slightly, put the twenty-one and fifty cents in his hand back into his pocket, and said, "Are you sure? I checked on the official website. Although my five-cent coin is more than ten years older than me, it is the same age as it now." There are not many coins issued, so they are not valuable."

"You don't understand. This money is indeed worthless in your hands, but in my hands, it's different. It can't be bought with money at all."

Upon hearing this, as a hardcore bookworm, Sean's thoughts were inevitably racing.

"I know, but I choose to refuse, because this coin has been with me for more than ten years and has feelings."

"Boy, I know what you are thinking, but I'm not lying to you. This thing is really useless on you, and this is the main reason why I use barter to trade with you."

"I admit that I overthink it, but I didn't lie to you. I really have feelings for this coin. I have carried it with me for more than ten years. What do you think?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Boy, how about I make a deal with you?"

"Deal? Let's talk about it."