The Days When I Lived with My Cousin

Chapter 2201

Antique stalls are more elegant and less impatient than those who set up stalls.

Most stall owners are there to close their eyes, or sit in front of the stall and do their own things. Rarely can I see shouting.

Only when the guests choose their own objects will they bargain slowly.

In the antique industry, there is a saying that it will not open for three years and it will eat for three years. Although these vendors can't make so much money, they really don't care about the choice of one or two guests.

Most of the noise is caused by customers themselves.

"There are many foreigners here."

The capital is an international metropolis. Foreigners of all colors are not uncommon. What is rare is that they rarely appear together.

But here, it is easy to find that foreigners in twos and threes either ask vendors for advice and counter-offer in poor language, or choose their favorite prices accompanied by translators. What's more, they simply take out handfuls of money and let those vendors take them away from their own hands in exchange for what they like.

"Oh, these barbarians, the things handed down by their own historical civilization are not worth mentioning. Of course, they can't help paying for the exquisite antiques of our country."

Uncle Li's words are full of a sense of superiority.

It is no wonder that only one of the four countries with ancient history and civilization has been completely preserved. This cultural heritage is not comparable to that of other countries.

"Do you know where there is a good place to choose jade, martial uncle?"

Ling Feng glanced, but he still had some eyesight. At a glance, he saw that most of the stalls were fakes, or even inferior fakes. Occasionally, one or two things were very exquisite. After careful observation, it was highly imitated modern manufacturing, which made Ling Feng shake his head again and again.

If you want to find real good things outside, ordinary people really don't have such eyesight.

Martial Uncle Li looked at these small stalls with hot eyes and finally took back his eyes reluctantly: "This smelly boy doesn't know how to prepare some cash for his father. If he wants to buy things, he can only go to the shops inside. As for jade, there is a shop 100 meters in front, in which a master of jade sits. If the young sect leader wants to carve something, he can also entrust them."

"Let's go and have a look."

Martial Uncle Li, who couldn't move for a long time, squeezed away some crowded people and had to take into account the little Linlin in his arms. When Ling Feng arrived at the door of the store, fine beads of sweat had appeared on his face.

The three gilded characters of "Huibao Pavilion" appear in Ling Feng's eyes. They are simple and elegant, and solemn in the atmosphere. When you see this plaque, you can't help but rise in your heart. This store must have the illusion of treasure.

"Are these three words good? It is said that they were written by a famous calligrapher. There are fewer and fewer calligraphers like this. Young people now have less and less patience to study what their ancestors left behind."

Looking at Ling Feng's attention to the plaque, Uncle Li sighed and said with infinite emotion.

Ling Feng is a little embarrassed. His martial uncle usually looks old-fashioned and stubborn. Unexpectedly, he immediately becomes like a child when he sees these things that have a little connection with antiques. Ling Feng even doubts that he should have chosen the antique industry instead of the ancient martial artist.

"Lao Yan, there are guests here. Don't serve tea!"

As soon as martial Uncle Li entered the door, he shouted, looking quite familiar with the master here.

There are a few scattered guests here. A gray haired old man is leading an apprentice and introducing a celadon vase vividly.

Seeing Uncle Li, he arched his hands at several guests and said modestly, "Lao Li, there is no tea. Do you drink boiled water?"

His eyes glanced at Ling Feng and Xiao Linlin, slightly reserved, and nodded: "the little girl is very cute. Lao Li, if you want to drink tea, pour it yourself."

Then he went inside.

Ling Feng was a little confused: "martial uncle, did he leave like this?"

Isn't it awesome to do business here?

It's obvious that martial Uncle Li didn't come here once or twice. He turned out the tea in a rather hidden place, washed it, soaked it, and then sniffed: "the old guy will enjoy it. Don't worry, he'll be back in a minute. It's the same reason to buy jade and antiques. If you don't be impatient, you can pick out really good things."

At first glance, Ling Feng thought it was reasonable, but when he thought of Li Hu's evaluation of his old man, he immediately looked at Uncle Li with suspicious eyes.

"Cough... Lao Li, you're showing off your antique knowledge with young people again? Let me say, in at least ten years, you should only see, not buy, listen and see more, otherwise how can you have so many drilling times? Come on, little girl, here's this bottle of juice for you. Little girl certainly doesn't want to drink tea."

The old man surnamed Yan came out with a bottle of juice in his hand.

Ling Feng immediately raised his vigilance against the old man surnamed Yan. He always likes to guess others with the most malicious ideas. The old Yan is too good at being a man. He takes a bottle of juice. Then when talking about business, Ling Feng is embarrassed to make a counter-offer.

This business is really to win.

Of course, it is also possible that Ling Feng has spent the belly of a gentleman with a villain's heart. What if Lao Yan's real inner thoughts are like what he said?

Ling Feng doesn't think it's possible. The shop in Huibao Pavilion is so big that the boss is an expert in doing business.

Who knows, Xiao Linlin probably saw her father's idea. She didn't give face and hugged Ling Feng's neck. She didn't go to see the old Yan.

"Hehe, my daughter is too young and afraid of strangers. Thank you, old man. Linlin, thank you, Grandpa."

Ling Feng said politely and took the juice.

If you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard, even though it's only a few yuan of juice.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Linlin's voice is as low as a mosquito. Maybe only Ling Feng can hear it.

Lao Yan didn't mind at all. He sat next to martial Uncle Li, impolitely picked up the tea made by martial Uncle Li and drank it happily.

"You old Yan..." martial Uncle Li blew his beard and stared, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Lao Yan glanced at martial Uncle Li: "hum, you found all the good tea I hid so tightly. Of course I have to drink the first cup first."

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