He Lin and Wang Wei looked at the door of the store when they heard the door, and saw that the person standing in front of Mr. Li was also a fat man.

The fat man wore a light-colored linen coat, a jade Guanyin pendant around his neck, and two walnuts in his hands.

Although he is also fat, this temperament is very good, which is completely different from Mr. Li's big gold chain.

"Hey, it's an interesting day, and the customers who come to our store are quite rich. Wang Wei knocked the melon seeds and smiled.

Who knew that He Lin snorted softly: "Oh, it turned out to be him!"

Wang Wei was stunned: "Who?"

"A circle boss who added WeChat at the auction before, Zhou Daming!" He Lin responded and said, "He told me last night that he would come to attend the opening ceremony of our store, but I didn't expect to come to the door today." ”

After speaking, He Lin set off and walked towards the door.

Wang Wei also immediately followed.

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, why are you here today?" He Lin hurriedly stepped forward to beckon.

"Oh, Boss Xiao He, I really haven't seen you for a few days since the last Pixiu auction. ”

Zhou Daming smiled on his fat face after seeing He Lin, and said enthusiastically: "Hehe, I didn't happen to think of wanting to buy an object, but I happened to see Boss Xiao He last night, and you said that your store is about to open, so I won't go to Boss Xiao He's store as soon as I get to the antique street!"

Hearing that Zhou Daming wanted to buy antiques, Mr. Li frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"Haha, that's really flattering to me. He Lin instantly understood, and said with a smile: "If you want to pick anything, just look at it casually." ”

At this time, He Lin turned his head and noticed that Zhou Daming was also followed by a middle-aged man.

The man was about fifty years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving people a sense of civility and politeness.

"Mr. Zhou, who is this?" He Lin asked.

"Oh, this is my friend Zhao Dong, a professional connoisseur of miscellaneous antiques. Zhou Daming explained with a big belly and a smile: "I don't hide it from you, Boss He, although Zhou likes antiques, he lacks eye strength for identification, so he called a friend to help take a look." ”

"Hehe, that's a safe way to do it. ”

He Lin nodded with a smile and said, "After all, the antique industry is deep, so it's better to be safe." ”

"Hey, it seems that Mr. Zhou has done a lot of preparation, and even the connoisseur's friends have brought him?"

Who knows, at this time, the fat man Li on the side sneered and said with a strange smile.

He Lin and Wang Wei glanced at each other, listening to this tone, this Li Fat Man and Zhou Daming still know each other!

"Hehe, Mr. Li looks at what you said, I also happened to meet a friend who was free, and I was idle anyway, so I simply asked him to palm my palm. ”

Zhou Daming smiled, and then said: "It's Mr. Li, a busy person like you, who has never been involved in antiques, has come to the antique street, and it seems that you also attach great importance to Boss Tang's business." ”

"Hmph, who doesn't want to take on hundreds of millions of projects?"

Mr. Li sneered and said, "Mr. Zhou, you must have come to this antique street today to vote for Boss Tang's favor, and you want to buy some folk art antiques and other objects to give to his old man, right?"

Zhou Daming smiled but did not say anything.

Mr. Li's eyes narrowed, but he couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart.

The name of Boss Tang in their mouth is Tang Mingqi, and he is a medicinal herb tycoon in the southern district of Gui City.

This time, Tang Mingqi threw out an investment project of up to 100 million yuan, and it happened that Zhou Daming and Mr. Li were the best among the many bidders.

For this investment project, the two can be said to have racked their brains.

Even Tang Mingqi has any hobbies in his daily life, and he has been carefully inquired about.

Tang Mingqi, like other successful people, likes to collect antiques, but the antiques he loves are different from others.

In the end, his collection is not porcelain, not calligraphy and painting, not jade, but the most niche folk art and other antiques in the antiques!

After inquiring about Old Man Shen's preference for folk art antiques, the two went separately to the antique shop to shop for goods, but they didn't expect to meet at the door of He Lin, He Tong's treasure today.

"Mr. Li, looking at your face, you shouldn't have found anything good, right?" Zhou Daming said tentatively with a smile.

Mr. Li's fat face twitched, and then he sneered and said, "Hehe, although Li is unlucky, he still found a piece of bamboo." ”

In the past few days, Li Fatzi has been turning around a few times in the major antique markets in the Eastern District, and he has found a piece of people's national art bamboo ware in his hand.

But for the sake of insurance, he still went to the antique street today to continue shopping for goods.

Zhou Daming was stunned and asked, "I don't know what device Li Fatzi found?"

"It's nothing, it's just a small bamboo vessel. ”

When Fat Li saw Zhou Daming's expression, his heart was secretly refreshed: "I see that Mr. Zhou, you don't have anything on you, it won't be worse than Li's luck, you haven't found any decent objects these days, right?"

Hearing this, Zhou Daming's fat face trembled obviously.

Unlike bronze and porcelain, folk art antiques such as bamboo plant materials are extremely difficult to preserve, so those that have been handed down are extremely rare.

Although he was looking for folk art antiques every day these days, he still found nothing.

"Hey, look at Mr. Zhou's face, you really haven't found a decent object?"

Seeing that Zhou Daming didn't speak, the smile on Fat Li's face became more obvious: "Mr. Zhou, since you haven't found the object yet, why don't I show you the bamboo I picked up, so that you can be happy?"

After speaking, without waiting for Zhou Daming to speak, Li Fatzi glanced at Xiao Liu Er'er beside him.

Xiao Liu'er immediately understood, and smiled: "Mr. Zhou, look, this is our Mr. Li's treasure!"

As he spoke, he opened the package he was carrying, and there was a small reddish-brown bamboo basket inside.

He Lin glanced at the side and found that the bamboo basket was about the size of a basketball, with a reddish-brown body, clear weaving lines, and round pulp, giving people a simple and pastoral taste.

There is a faint cyan light on the bamboo basket, and it can be seen that it is indeed a genuine product.

He Lin didn't get his hands on the bamboo basket, so he couldn't determine the specific information of the object.

But judging from the thin treasure light of the bamboo basket, it can be roughly determined that the bamboo basket is at most an object in the early Republic of China, and the value is completely incomparable with the cricket gourd in his hand.

"No wonder that Li Fatzi shouted bamboo folk art antiques as soon as he entered the store, it turned out that he thought that folk art antiques were only bamboo utensils!" He Lin suddenly realized, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

It's terrible to be uneducated!

When Zhou Daming saw the bamboo basket, he immediately turned his head to look at Zhao Dong beside him: "Adong?"

Zhao Dong helped his glasses, looked the bamboo basket up and down, and then he was ready to touch it.

Who knows, that little Liu Er moved the bamboo basket back: "Hey, it's okay to see, but don't get started!"

"If you touch it, you can't pay for it!"

"Hey, Mr. Li, you!" Zhou Daming looked displeased and was about to say something.

"Brother Zhou, it's okay. Zhao Dong smiled kindly, turned his head to the little Liu Er and said, "I'll just take a closer look, don't get started." ”

Then Li Fat Man smiled smugly on his face, and gave Xiao Liu'er a look: "Xiao Liu'er, you just give others a good look, let's be generous!"

"Hehe, just listen to Mr. Li. ”

As she spoke, Xiao Liu'er handed over the bamboo basket: "Be careful, don't break it!"

Zhao Dong smiled and nodded, and looked closer for a while: "The object looks pretty good, a little old, and the hand-knitting technology is very distinctive, it seems that it should be an object in the Jiangnan area in the early and middle period of the Republic of China." ”

"Hehe, how is it okay?"

Receiving Zhao Dong's affirmation, Li Fatzi smiled even more on his face: "Mr. Zhou, I am lucky to be okay, I only spent 90,000 yuan to find this basket." ”

Looking at Fat Li's stunned face, Wang Wei couldn't help but smile and said: "That Mr. Li, let me remind you, your bamboo basket looks at all aspects of pulp and handicraft, and the price is estimated at about 40,000 yuan, and 90,000 yuan is a loss!"

"Bah, what do you know, Tubaozi!"

Li Fatzi's face sank, and he glared at Wang Weidao: "Your store has such a big façade for nothing, such a good location, and there is not a single folk art bamboo, and now you tell me that I have lost money on this bamboo!"

"That's it, don't talk nonsense if you kid doesn't understand!" The little Liu Er also looked like a dog, and then shouted: "Such a big storefront, even the folk art bamboo utensils are still here, what are you talking about?"