I saw that a young man in his twenties suddenly appeared outside, this fat head and brain, dressed fancifully, with a big belly, as if a woman was pregnant in October, and he still had a gold necklace around his neck, full of luxury, but he didn't print a few big words on his face that I am a nouveau riche.

He walked into the door with a big grin, straddled his legs, and completely regarded this place as his home, and walked towards Liu Qingcai very unceremoniously.

Behind him was an old man, wearing reading glasses with black rimmes, his head was almost bald, and only a few hairs were left to hold on, fluttering in the wind, making people afraid that it would fall off completely if it was blown down by the strong wind.

Even so, from the occasional glimmer of light in his old eyes, and his actions were sharper than those young people, he knew that this old man was not a person to be messed with.

"Oh, it turned out to be Young Master Zhang, what kind of wind blew your great god here, why didn't you inform me earlier? I'll send someone to fetch you. ”

Although the words are very affectionate, but if you listen carefully, you can feel a hint of alienation, Liu Qingcai seems to want to draw a line with this fat man, as if this fat man is some kind of plague.

Originally, a nouveau riche like Zhang Fatzi should be the VIP of their bosses, but in fact, Liu Qingcai really wished that he had never seen this product.

When they met for the first time, when they saw the appearance of Zhang Fatzi, Liu Qingcai immediately felt that he had a big fat sheep in his store, and he was sorry for himself if he didn't kill him well.

So, Liu Qingcai relied on his three-inch incorruptible tongue to really sell a fake that cost millions to Zhang Fatzi, which was a big profit.

But it didn't take long for Zhang Fatzi to find out that he had been deceived, and the loss of this money was secondary, and more importantly, he lost face in his friends and was treated like a fool, which made him feel extremely angry.

However, the secret rule of the antique street is that if you buy things by yourself, you can't trouble others, you can only count yourself unlucky and use this money as tuition.

However, Zhang Fatzi is not the kind of honest person, he is bullied by others, he must have a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, although he can't directly trouble Liu Qingcai, but he can still do it indirectly to get him some diaphragm.

So Liu Qingcai began to be unlucky, and the angry Zhang Fatzi made trouble for him every time he came here, destroying a lot of his antique business, and some orders were even as high as millions, which made him heartache to death.

Therefore, every time Liu Qingcai saw Zhang Fatzi come to his store to walk around, he was so angry that he couldn't wait to find someone to get him out.

But Zhang Fatzi's local power is strong, far from being comparable to his small shopkeeper, so he can only endure it like this, but he can't help others.

"Boss Liu, you don't need to be so polite, we are all old acquaintances, old buddies. If you have business, I will definitely come to take care of you, don't be polite to me. Zhang Fatzi completely ignored Liu Qingcai's pale appearance, and came to Liu Qingcai's side with a big grin, and slapped Liu Qingcai a few times with his fat palm, which made a crackling sound.

Poor Liu Qingcai's body is thin, where is the opponent of this heavyweight weightlifter, just a few slaps, as if the skeleton of the whole body is about to fall apart.

"Brother Zhang, don't, don't shoot, if you keep shooting, I'll almost explain here. I—Do I think it can be done? I don't want the million, I'll give it all back to you. Liu Qingcai is so regretful now that his intestines are green.

knew that he would be so unlucky, so he didn't lie to this fat man who looked like a nouveau riche, and now he didn't take advantage of anything, but lost a lot of money because of Zhang Fatzi's destruction, which is really a big loss.

If he continues to make trouble like this, maybe no customers will dare to come to his place to buy antiques in the future, and his shop will be closed sooner or later.

Seeing Liu Qingcai's recognition, Zhang Fatzi's eyes showed a trace of contempt, and he didn't continue to trouble him, but turned his head to look at Lin Feng who was standing aside, and said with a hearty smile: "Dude, I heard that you have a fake thing here that is actually worth fifty yuan, and it must not be easy to let this old fox pay for your things, can you let Brother Zhang and me open my eyes?" ”

Brother Zhang? When did I have one more relative, don't take advantage of me like this, seeing Zhang Fatzi's self-familiar look, Lin Feng was stunned for a while, and looked at the few people present suspiciously.

"I'm sorry, buddy, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Zhang Chuan." Seeing Lin Feng's puzzled look, Zhang Chuan smiled shyly, "I just want to see what you are selling here, if it meets my appetite, I can buy it directly." ”

I see, after all, he came here to sell this book, who is it not to sell it to, Lin Feng nodded, turned around and picked up the book on the table, and put it on the palm of his hand, so that Zhang Chuan could see it clearly.

""Five Classics Hand Reading", this is Zheng Banqiao's last ink?!" Zhang Chuan hadn't spoken yet, but the old man who was standing behind him suddenly spoke, his eyes revealing a glimmer of light.

Zhang Chuan scratched his head and said suspiciously: "Old Chen, this thing is very valuable?" Zheng Banqiao, why am I so familiar with him, as if I have heard of it somewhere. ”

"Vulgar!" Chen Lao glared at the fat man fiercely, feeling very helpless about his unlearned appearance, and talking about history and culture with this guy is no different from playing the piano to a cow.

After speaking, Old Chen pondered for a while, picked up the book from Lin Feng's hand and looked at it carefully, and took out a magnifying glass to carefully examine it, every style, every word, and even the corner of the book were carefully observed.

"This "Five Classics Hand Reading" is a genuine work, and it is definitely Zheng Banqiao's posthumous ink, which is worth a lot of money, and it is worth a lot of money." After a long while, Old Chen spoke.

After hearing this, Zhang Chuan shouted next to him: "Old Zhang, since it is a genuine work, how much is this thing worth?" In other words, why am I so familiar with Zheng Banqiao, have I ever drunk with him?! ”

Dude, you can still drink with him and still live to this day? They have all become immortals, Lin Feng looked at Zhang Chuan in amazement, this person is so strong, he is really sharp.

If you don't learn and don't know how to get to this kind of process, from a certain point of view, you can be regarded as a genius.

"At an auction in Hong Kong, I once auctioned the seven-page manuscript of Wang Shizhen's "Preface to Caigentang's Poems", and the transaction price was 1.1 million Hong Kong dollars!"

Chen Lao completely ignored Zhang Chuan and said directly, "And the value of Zheng Banqiao's "Five Classics and Hand Reading" is not half a point worse than it, and its fame is even greater, it is estimated that it can reach 5.5 million at auction, and if you meet a competitor, maybe the price may be pushed higher." ”