This is the first time Yang Huan has come to the capital.

I haven't been here before, I don't remember much, but after the crossing, it's the first time he's here.

But it doesn't feel very pleasant!

In the past few days, it has been just in time for the smog in the capital, and the air is really bad.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqing was prepared early and prepared the mask in advance.

As soon as I walked out of the airport gate, I easily saw Zhuang Zicheng in the crowd.

"Sister, Brother Huan, here!"

The kid looked excited in the crowd and kept waving.

"When did you come?" Zhuang Ziqing walked over and asked with concern.

It can be seen that their sister and brother have a good relationship.

"It was the day before yesterday!" As he spoke, he reached out and took the luggage from his sister's hand.

"Let's go, I'll let Uncle Zhong drive to the gate and wait!"

Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing both wore masks, and they looked no different from ordinary people.

Although it is difficult for masks to hide Zhuang Ziqing's graceful appearance, there are more people with angelic bodies and devilish faces these years.

In addition, the network is so good, many people are used to it.

They were picked up by two black Volkswagen, and the driver in front of them was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, who was not smiling.

But Yang Huan knew very well that this was a soldier, and he was also the most elite soldier.

So, he just nodded at the driver and sat directly in the back seat.

"Sister, you sit in the back, I'll sit in the front!"

After Zhuang Zicheng helped put the luggage into the rear compartment, he ran to open the front passenger door.

Zhuang Ziqing suddenly blushed again, glared at his younger brother with disgust, hesitated, and sat in shyly.

Yang Huan felt funny, you kid is doing bad things with good intentions now!

If Zhuang Zicheng didn't say it, then Zhuang Ziqing would definitely sit in naturally.

But he pierced the window paper, which made Zhuang Ziqing ashamed and annoyed, and had a touching style.

This is the capital, and there is no threat, so Long Wu and Feng Jiu were arranged to sit in a car in the back.

Two black Volkswagen slowly drove out of the airport.

Long Wu and Feng Jiu, who were sitting in the back, saw that as soon as they started, someone was calling at the gate.

"Young master, the people with us are here!" Long Wu said in WeChat.

Yang Huan smiled slightly, "Let them follow!" ”

"Yes!"

Zhuang Ziqing looked gloomy and seemed to have guessed something.

On the contrary, it was Zhuang Zicheng, who was a little curious.

"Brother Huan, is someone following you?"

The driver glanced at the distance behind him from the rearview mirror, "Young Master Zicheng, the white one at the back!" ”

Zhuang Zicheng turned around, and sure enough, he saw that behind Long Wu's car, not far from them, followed by a white Camry.

"Brother Huan, do you want me to help you beat them?"

That look, that posture, it looks like this kid is also a little bully in the capital on weekdays!

Yang Huan smiled, "No need, just follow if you like, I'll see how long they can follow!" ”

Zhuang Zicheng pursed his lips and said nothing more.

On the contrary, it was the driver Uncle Zhong, who secretly glanced at the young master Huan who met for the first time from the rearview mirror.

It doesn't seem to be such a scumbag as rumored!

"By the way, Zicheng, where can I appreciate antiques in the capital?"

"Antiques?" Zhuang Zicheng frowned.

He's a lively young man, and he's not interested in antiques or anything like that.

"If Young Master Huan wants to appreciate antiques, he must go to the Beijing Antique Market, which is the largest antique trading market in the world, and even many authoritative experts like to go there!"

"Really?" Yang Huan listened and nodded, "Uncle Zhong, which one is more famous?" ”

"Hide the Golden Pavilion!" Uncle Zhong replied.

But soon, another sentence was added.

"The old man usually goes there to drink tea and appreciate treasures."

It is estimated that he thinks that Yang Huan wants to buy a gift for Old Man Zhuang as a birthday gift, and do what he likes.

As everyone knows, Yang Huan has already bought the gift, but he doesn't know the origin of this gift at all.

For this gift, you must know clearly what your name is for this gift, right?

"Okay, trouble Uncle Zhong, send me to the Golden Pavilion!"

"Okay, just drop by!"

Zhuang Ziqing was a little reluctant, "Do you want me to accompany you?" ”

After the previous two or three months of dating, their relationship can be said to be increasing day by day, after all, they have reached the stage of talking about marriage.

Sometimes when you think about it, it doesn't seem like a big problem to get married first and then fall in love.

What's more, Zhuang Ziqing is a very traditional woman in her bones, she almost doesn't ask Yang Huan about other things, and she never mentions Zhang Ning or anyone else.

This is very much to Yang Huan's appetite.

"No need, you're tired too, let's go home and rest first!"

Zhuang Ziqing nodded obediently, "Then where do you live?" ”

"My family has a house in the capital, don't worry!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

After his grandfather Yang Baoping retired, he decided to return to Longhai to retire, so he returned the house, car, etc. allocated to him by the government, showing his determination.

Later, Yang Wenfeng often came to the capital to do errands, so he bought a house in the core area of the capital.

Yang Huan called home two days ago, estimating that the maid had already packed up and was waiting for him to move in!

"That'...... Otherwise, let Zicheng accompany you! Zhuang Ziqing was still a little worried.

She knows Yang Huan's temper, and with her younger brother by her side, she can take care of everything.

"Yes, Brother Huan, I'm fine anyway, let's go with you!"

Yang Huan also happened to need a familiar one, so he agreed.

Soon, Uncle Zhong drove to the antique market in Beijing.

Long Wu naturally wanted to accompany Yang Huan, so Feng Jiu got into Uncle Zhong's car, and the other one stayed behind to wait for Yang Huan and them.

It was the first time for Yang Huan to visit the antique market, and he felt fresh when he looked left and right.

This is the world's largest antique trading market, the area is very large, this is still in the capital where every inch of land is valuable, it can be seen that the antique trading in the capital is booming.

Entering the market, Yang Huan looked everywhere to see the freshness and liveliness.

Zhuang Zicheng found a random passer-by, asked where the Tibetan Golden Pavilion was, and went.

The Tibetan Golden Pavilion is on the ground floor of the antique market, the area is not large, but the antique treasures placed in it are dazzling, and the overall decoration has a strong antique Chinese style, which seems to be very tasteful.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a faint smell of sandalwood.

"Welcome, do you need anything?"

A middle-aged man in a simple scribe's robe immediately greeted him, clasped his fists and saluted, his eyes swept over Yang Huan and Long Wu's bodies, a little surprised.

When I saw Zhuang Zicheng again, my eyes lit up.

The most important thing for a business person is a pair of eyes.

"It turned out to be Young Master Zhuang!"

"You know me?" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, he was here for the first time.

"Old Man Zhuang is a regular customer in our store, and I sent an antique to your mansion before I went down, and I have seen Young Master Zhuang's golden face!"

"Really?"

Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, he remembered it after seeing it once, and he didn't know how long ago it was.

The middle-aged scribe smiled faintly, "Young Master Zhuang is here, please upstairs!" ”

At this time, they realized that there was actually a second floor in this Golden Pavilion.

I went up the mahogany staircase to the second floor, but now there is a hole in the sky.

The second floor is modeled after an ancient teahouse, with a special independent passage that leads directly upstairs from outside the market.

That is, Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng who don't know the way will come in from the bustling antique market.

At this time, there were already many guests on the second floor, some of them were drinking tea, some were teasing birds, and some were gathering in front of some glass cabinets to appreciate treasures, and they all seemed to be a group of antique lovers who were not rich but expensive.

"Young Master Zhuang, this young master, our host is here!"

Two pale old men walked across the street, one with a ruddy face and a vigorous walk.

One is on crutches, looking very old.

The middle-aged scribe stepped forward, clasped his fist at the old man on crutches, leaned over to the ruddy old man's ear and whispered a few words, the latter looked at Zhuang Zicheng and Yang Huan, smiled, and walked over.

"Young Master Zhuang!"

"Boss!" Zhuang Zicheng also followed their example and hugged his fists and saluted.

"This is my eldest brother, surnamed Yang!"

"Young Master Yang!" The boss is another fist-hugging salute.

But he gives people the impression of being polite, but somewhat arrogant as a literati.

"I don't know if Young Master Zhuang is here, does Old Master Zhuang have any orders?"

"Not really!" Zhuang Zicheng shook his head.

The boss was visibly disappointed.

It seems that Mr. Zhuang is a big customer in his store.

"I heard that the boss's appreciation ability is famous in the capital, and my eldest brother bought a gadget from a friend before, and wanted to ask the boss to appreciate it and see if he could find out the source!"

Although he didn't come to do business, but in the end, it was the Zhuang family, and the boss didn't dare to be careless, and immediately looked at Yang Huan.

"Young Master Yang, please!"

Yang Huan took out the wooden box of warm jade from his pocket, and suddenly a burst of aroma filled his nose, which made the eyes of several people close at hand light up.

At least this box is not a vulgar thing!

Especially the old man with a cane, his eyes were staring at the wooden box in Yang Huan's hand, as if there was a strong ** to open and take a look at what was inside.

Yang Huan didn't delay much, he didn't have any interest in appreciating antiques, so he opened it directly.

The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked disappointed, wasn't it just an ordinary jade pendant?

It just looks like it's a little bloodshot inside.

The boss looked a little surprised at first, and sighed, but he got closer and looked at it very carefully.

He looked at it for two or three minutes before he shook his head.

"How much did Yang Gongzi spend on this jade pendant?"

"One and a half million!" Yang Huan replied.

After hearing this, the boss smiled, shook his head and said, "Young Master Yang, you have been deceived!" ”

"Scammed?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

"This jade pendant is really good, but it's definitely not worth such a high price, it's an ancient character, but I can't recognize what this character is, it's a bit like a ghost drawing, I can conclude that this is a fake fake, it's just a little old."

"No, it won't!" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised when he heard Yang Huan talk about the origin of the jade pendant.

"Boss, do you want to see more clearly?"

The boss shook his head with a smile, "Two young masters, I don't know how many antiques I appreciate every day with my eyes, and I still have such confidence, I won't be mistaken, if I buy this antique, it will be 10,000 at most!" ”

Ten thousand?

You, Lao Tzu spent 1.5 million!

However, looking at this boss with such confidence, he really believed it!

After all, people are experts in this industry!

Besides, when it was auctioned, the British didn't say what kind of antique treasure it was, right?

Yang Huan was a little unexpected, the jade pendant he spent 150,000 pounds to photograph turned out to be a fake?

Grandma is a bear, it's strange that you can't go back to settle accounts with the Duke of Westminster!

Although 150,000 pounds is not worth mentioning, it is always uncomfortable to be cheated, right?

"Yang Gongzi, buy antiques or have to find a reputable point, our Tibetan Golden Pavilion is a long-established shop, Tong Su is not bullied, in the capital antique industry is well known, if Yang Gongzi is interested, welcome to visit at any time!"

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fist again, "I'm sorry, I still have some things, forgiveness, forgiveness!" ”

Then he walked away with the middle-aged scribe, apparently to entertain a customer.

Yang Huan looked at the jade pendant in the wooden box in his hand, then at Zhuang Zicheng, and pursed his lips.

"Damn, these days, I even learned antiques from people to have plastic surgery, and I don't let people live?"

Zhuang Zicheng had no choice, he could only smile bitterly, "Just take it as a lesson!" ”

Fortunately, Brother Huan has a lot of money, only 1.5 million, it doesn't hurt!

"Let's go!"

Yang Huan knew that he wasn't here to buy things, and the boss of the Golden Pavilion didn't have much interest in entertaining you.

Simply, not even tea.

There's no way, people open the door to do business!

Could it be that you smashed other people's stores?

The two went downstairs, and now there was a remote alleyway downstairs, but it was cleaned up.

Obviously, this road is specially designed to cater to those who are distinguished guests.

He hadn't taken two steps before an old voice came from behind him.

"Two, please stay!"

Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng heard this and immediately turned around.

I saw the old man on crutches just now chasing after him from behind.

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