So at the invitation of Fang Hongji, Yang Ling and the three women had to follow him to a teahouse across the street. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The teahouse is a three-story small building, all wooden structure, antique decoration, playing a faint guzheng pipa music, a few people found a table by the window on the second floor to sit down, although it is a hot day, the teahouse does not turn on the air conditioning, but it still feels very cool.

Drinking tea, sitting by the window and looking condescendingly at the antique street below, the flow of people is like weaving, the streets are full of dazzling array on both sides, a prosperous and lively scene, the three women obviously have basically never been to this kind of place, it seems very novel, huddled together and poked their heads out of the window to see the excitement.

Fang Hongji stared at the three women for a few moments, and said enviously to Yang Ling: "You kid is amazing, you live freely, you look at my brother now, he is only ten years older than you, his hair is full of wrinkles, and he is in ......a hurry."

Yang Ling said speechlessly: "Are you kidneys not good? What's the hurry, if the business is not good, go out to travel, and the big living person can still suffocate urine?"

"Alas~"

Fang Hongji sighed, he felt that he and Yang Ling really couldn't talk together, but thinking about it, the two of them were not the same kind of people at all.

There was a sudden commotion upstairs, and there were many footsteps on the wooden floor, and at this time, a middle-aged man came down from upstairs, and Fang Hongji hurriedly stopped him.

"Lao Feng, what are you doing upstairs, so many people?"

"Hey, Mr. Fang is also here, come up and see the excitement!" The middle-aged man came over to say hello enthusiastically.

"Why is it so lively? Your teahouse is about to collapse!" Fang Hongji asked curiously.

"I heard that it is a cool pearl, it is an old object, President Chi is also on it, you hurry up and take a look, I will go down and get something and come!" Lao Feng hurriedly went downstairs after speaking.

Fang Hongji showed a trace of excitement on his face, stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go up and have a look!"

Yang Ling looked at the table, twitched his cheeks a few times, and found that the three women hadn't drunk a sip of tea, lying on the window in a row, looking at the three neat pouting hips, and suddenly couldn't help but have an urge to go up and pat them next to each other.

A few people climbed up to the third floor and looked at more than a dozen people in the center of the teahouse, some shaking folding fans, some pinching bracelets, and some playing with jade, all stretching their necks to look inside.

The three women chattered and asked what Qingliangzhu was, and Yang Ling was also very curious.

He was an archaeologist by training, but he had never heard of such a thing.

"Brother Ji, what is Qingliangzhu?" Yang Ling asked curiously.

Fang Hongji tiptoed and looked inside a few times and turned around and said: "If it is really a cool bead, it is a great thing, I just listened to the master before I took a mouthful, this kind of bead is produced in the body of a shell in the very deep part of the South China Sea, and it has a cooling effect when worn on the body, it is amazing!"

Yang Ling felt similar to what he had guessed, mainly because the name Qingliangzhu was too vivid, but it also aroused his interest, such a magical thing, he had never heard of it, he swept it with his divine thoughts, and found that the old man Chi was also inside, and there was a man in his thirties standing next to him, Yang Ling had also seen it, it was Chi Benchang's youngest son, and he was beaten by the old man Chi for half a bottle of Diyuan real water last time.

So the two of them played the fine tradition of the Chinese who have always watched the excitement and began to squeeze forward.

"Oh, which melon cowardly, stepped on my foot!"

"Don't squeeze don't squeeze, squeeze a ball......"

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Fang, let's talk about some rules, isn't your Ming Yuxuan's signboard bigger than my Jincui Building's signboard?"

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"Excuse me...... I'm sorry to ......" Fang Hongji wiped his forehead and kept apologizing, but as a result, he was quickly pushed to the middle of the circle by Yang Ling as a shield like a cloud, and when he stopped, he still felt a little uncompromising.

There were three people sitting on the edge of the tea table, an old man who looked black and thin, about sixty years old, his complexion was not very good, he was drinking tea, and there was an old man sitting next to him, wearing an off-white Chinese short coat, looking at an old small wooden box with a magnifying glass, and Chi Benchang, the president of the Provincial Collection Association, was still chubby, sitting opposite with a ruddy face, holding a dark blue and black thumb-sized bead in his hand to observe carefully.

The crowd of the crowd made the three old men frown, Chi Benchang raised his head, and saw Fang Hongji squeezing in and apologizing to the people around him, and suddenly glared and said: "It's such a big person, how can you still ...... monkey jumping horse" But before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Ling, who poked his head out from behind Fang Hongji, and was so excited that he almost threw the beads in his hand to the ground, and quickly stood up and stretched out his hand.

Yang Da...... Uh! Xiao Yang is here, sit down quickly!" Chi Benchang looked at Yang Ling and winked at him a few times, and suddenly understood.

Fang Hongji didn't turn a corner for a while, he was surprised that this fat old man ate today, how could his attitude change so quickly, just when he was happily about to sit down, he didn't expect the old man Chi to have a brain smash on his head, "Get out and stand next to him!"

Fang Hongji's tears were about to fall, so he had to stand with Chi Benchang's youngest son Chi Yuqiang, touching a bag bulging out of his head and grinning in the cool air.

Although he was very unconvinced, but for this fat old man, he didn't dare to have a temper at all, the old man Chi and his master Ouyang Qingping grew up together since childhood, like brothers, they all call uncle when they meet, and they almost kowtow during the New Year's holidays.

Yang Ling was not polite, and sat down on the chair.

"Go, pour you a cup of tea for Uncle Yang!" Chi Benchang turned his head to his youngest son and ordered.

"Whoa~"

Yang Ling's eyes darkened, and he almost hit the table with a pestle.

The people around him were obviously also confused by Chi Benchang's actions, this young man looked only about twenty years old, and he had already risen to Chi Benchang's peers.

Chi Yuqiang's cheek twitched a few times, and he went to pour tea with a black face.

He still has deep residual thoughts about Yang Ling, last time because of this dog-like guy, he didn't know what treasure he cheated from the old man with half a bottle of mineral water, and he was beaten with a dog stick, if it wasn't for Fang Hongji to stop him at that time, it is estimated that he would really be beaten out of by the old man.

"Xiao Yang, can you help me see if this thing is really a cool pearl?"

Chi Benchang carefully handed the beads in his hand to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling wanted to cry without tears and touched his chin at forty-five degrees to look at the sky for a long time, then came back to his senses and shook his head, "President Chi, I don't know this thing!" (To be continued.) )