One Hundred and Seventy First Chapter Rampant Theft

After taking a comfortable hot bath to dissipate the chill in his body, Li Zitao changed into the clothes his men bought on the street.

Although it is not a high-end brand, the material is pure cotton, so it is comfortable.

Picking up the pocket watch on the table, Li Zitao shook it helplessly, and the water droplets inside made a 'little' sound.

"BOSS." Opening the door, a monk wrapped in an oversized cotton coat sat in the corridor.

"Go to the bank first, I need money to repair the pocket watch." Li Zitao said speechlessly while holding the pocket watch.

"I'll call a cab." He found a comfortable carriage in front of the hotel and went straight to the bank.

First Bank and Union Bank had no branches here, but that did not hinder his plans.

There are countermeasures above and policies below, which has been the case since ancient times.

So after making a few phone calls, Li Zitao got $10,000 in cash and a brand new checkbook.

With his pockets full, Li Zitao asked the driver to take them to the most famous watch repair shop here.

At this time, there were many watch repair shops. After all, pocket watches were expensive and popular things, and they often needed maintenance and repairs.

The carriage stopped in front of a bustling alley. Li Zitao got off the carriage and looked up at the old shop on the side of the road.

'Cruise Antique Watch Shop,' full of sense of age.

ding dong~~

Pushing open the glass-encrusted wooden door, the old shop comes into view, a long corridor, and the glass shelves on both sides are filled with all kinds of clocks and pocket watches.

The yellowed wooden cabinet is full of intimacy, and it creaks when the feet step on the floor.

Tick, tick, people seem to walk in the corridor of time.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" A slender white man with white temples asked from the shop.

"I'll fix the watch." Li Zitao smiled while holding up his pocket watch.

"Come in!" the man said casually.

At the end of the corridor is a workshop of about 20 square meters. The table is full of various parts, and the other party is changing gears for a bronze clock.

The most eye-catching thing is not the bronze bell, but the other party's dexterous and slender fingers.

"It's a pity not to talk about the piano with these hands." Li Zitao criticized in his heart.

"Show me." After re-fastening the copper bell, the other party turned around and said.

Li Zitao handed him the watch. Seeing the pattern on it, Cruise's drooping pupils contracted into needles, and his thumb wiped the watch cover unconsciously.

"Have you seen this pocket watch?" Li Zitao asked curiously when he found that the other party kept his head down for a long time.

"...He was built by my great-great-grandfather." Bruce looked up at him, turned around and sat at the table, and skillfully opened the pocket watch.

"West?" Li Zitao asked tentatively.

"Who?" Bruce turned his head curiously, the confusion in his eyes didn't look fake.

"It's okay." Li Zitao shook his head, feeling a little amused.

How could it be possible to meet a watch repairer casually, who is a descendant of Habsburg? There are too many coincidences in this world, right?

"You can take a look, I need some time." Bruce said without looking up.

"Okay." Li Zitao replied casually, admiring the clocks on the shelves on both sides of the corridor.

Before he knew it, Li Zitao was immersed in this short 'corridor of time', all kinds of clocks and pocket watches with superb attainments and exquisite patterns attracted his attention.

"The 18K gold inlaid pocket watch produced by the royal family of country Y in 1890 has a cover made of pure gold, inlaid with 32 gems, with sun, moon, stars and three thin needles.

It was the pinnacle of craftsmanship for the era, and you have a good eye. "

Bruce wore gloves and handed the repaired pocket watch to Li Zitao.

"Thank you." After taking the pocket watch, Li Zitao found that the slight scratches on the surface had disappeared, and when he opened the cover, the dial and inner core inside were also completely new.

Close to the ear and listened, the mechanical 'tick, tick' was more crisp.

"It's been well used, I hope you take good care of it." Bruce said, looking at the pocket watch in his hand.

"Of course." Li Zitao put away his pocket watch in satisfaction,

Pointing to the gold-encrusted pocket watch in the cabinet, he asked, "Is it for sale?"

"All pocket watches here have prices." Bruce nodded.

Hearing what he said, Li Zitao pointed out his interest and said, "I want all of these."

18K gold-encrusted pocket watch, a Patek Philippe diamond-encrusted bracelet jewelry watch, and Cartier's 22-diamond ladies watch.

A bronze bell in the shape of Cupid driving a swan cart. The car seat is a very interesting gold leaf shape, and at the bottom, it is in the shape of a baby angel seat.******** Total $3,854, repair fee $50 Knives, a total of 3900 US dollars. "Bruce took the things out of the cabinet and put them on the table.

"I took advantage of your 4 dollars." Li Zitao took out a check and wrote down the amount.

"That's for coffee." Bruce smiled back.

"..." Damn American humor.

Handing the check to the other party, the monk was moving things. The first thing he moved was the angel-shaped clock, which was the most expensive, worth 2,350 US dollars.

"It was a product of the royal family of country Y. The mechanical watch movement was auctioned off by the royal family after it broke. I bought it and repaired it." This is Bruce's introduction.

Anyway, getting involved with the royal family these days would not be very cheap, especially the Windsor royal family, one of the most powerful countries on the planet.

Picking up the Cupid bronze bell, Li Zitao just hooked the door open with his feet when a short figure flashed across his chest.

Looking down, the gemstone pocket watch that had just been repaired was gone.

"Monk." Handing the bronze bell to the monk, Li Zitao chased after him.

That pocket watch was given to him by West, whether it was for the little old man or himself, its significance was greater than its value.

Eyes locked on the short figure shuttling through the crowd, Li Zitao guessed that he should be no more than 12 years old, "a repeat juvenile offender."

The little guys who steal things these days are much more rampant than later generations.

Most of them are family "properties", sisters follow, younger brothers steal, brothers and uncles solve troubles, parents sell stolen goods, very professional.

Sure enough, after chasing the other party and turning into a dark alley, seven or eight teenagers holding iron bars and daggers blocked in the middle.

"Give it back to me now, and I promise you won't be punished." Li Zitao's "kindness" got a burst of laughter.

"Look at what this guy said, damn RB pig, get out of here." The leading boy spat on the ground, carrying a 25cm machete on his shoulder.

"I agree with you very much, but I am Chinese, not those short winter melons."

Li Zitao grinned as he spoke, raised his right foot while leaning back, and kicked forward suddenly.

Boom!

Carrying the machete, the leading boy who was the fearless king just a second ago was kicked up to a height of more than 2 meters, fell to the ground and rolled towards the end of the alley.

Gudong!

The rebellious young man who thought he was "holding the world with his fists" swallowed his saliva, and stepped back nonchalantly.

"Things." Li Zitao ignored their movements, just stretched out his hand and said.

"Sir, please be careful." A female voice came from behind, and the sound of the wind rang overhead, with a crisp cracking sound, and the door panel shattered into wood dross on Li Zitao's head.

"Trough!" Spitting out the dust sticking to his mouth, Li Zitao grabbed the young man who was trying to run beside him with his backhand, lifted him up and threw him against the wall.

The other party didn't even have time to scream, and rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Give me a good face, do you really think I'm a kind-hearted grandfather?" The two stepped forward, pinching their heads with their big hands as if they were tightly bound.

boom!

The two brains collided with each other, making a dull drumbeat, but Li Zitao didn't intend to stop.

If you don't listen when you speak well, then don't speak, flip the table!

Punching and kicking, coughing, a bit exaggerated.

The real situation is like an eagle catching a chicken, lifting it up and throwing it violently, leaving only the thief holding a pocket watch in the dark alley, his legs trembling, and water dripping from his crotch.

Reaching out to take the pocket watch, Li Zitao slapped him on the head, without much force, but this guy rolled his eyelids and slammed on the ground like a playwright.

"..." If you have this acting skill, you don't want to be an actor, mdzz~~

Patting the ashes off his body, Li Zitao walked out of the alley to the carriage, put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly; "Thank you for your reminder, beautiful lady."

"How can you be sure of my appearance?" In the gorgeously decorated and tightly covered carriage, the previous female voice came again.

It's just that compared to the previous nervousness, there is a little more teasing smile and curiosity.