Shellac Records
Zhang Heng did not hold it against the old man.
He broke open the chamber and took a look, finding no bullets inside at all. He handed the Hunting Rifle back, picked up the things he had set on the floor earlier, and followed the old man into his shop.
"Where should I put these?"
"Mm, anywhere is fine. I'll tidy them up later." The old man's attitude had improved considerably after having a gun pointed at him.
Zhang Heng set the pile of things in his arms on a nearby table, then looked around. Old Things House really was a gathering place for old junk. Most of the merchandise had been around for many years, from hundred-megabit routers to old teapots, stamps, commemorative coins, and even a range hood. Of course, the shop had the most books—every kind of paper book, along with quite a few old newspapers, all carefully preserved.
That made the place look a little like a library.
However, Zhang Heng's gaze eventually settled on a model car. His expression shifted as he asked, "How much for that?"
The old man looked in the direction Zhang Heng was pointing. "Oh, that's an early building-block toy, made by one of the first toy companies to produce blocks. It was hugely popular back then, but blocks in those days were just blocks, without all those fancy functions. Later, other manufacturers came out with smarter little toys, and that company blindly tried to transform itself. It eventually went bankrupt from poor management. This one was hard for me to get, and it has considerable commemorative value. It has to be at least 800 Credit Points."
"Too expensive." As Zhang Heng haggled, he walked over to the model car and picked it up for a closer look. He