Ling Bo blinked at Jin Feng for a full five seconds, his big watery eyes flashing with doubt and vigilance, as well as the strange thing.

"Rest assured, I'm not a bad person. ”

"Bad people never say they're bad. ”

"I'm not. ”

"Let's talk about it first, don't beat my mind. ”

"Tell you, my grandmother is Chen Sixteen!"

"I'll be shadowless. ”

"Do you know who Chen Sixteen is?"

"I know, the wife of Huang Feihong's apprentice Liang Kuan. ”

"Huh?"

"You know that. ”

"Looks like you're familiar with this place......"

"Well, I've been here. ”

"Then you still asked me to be your guide, and dare you say that it wasn't my idea?"

"A hundred years ago. ”

"Phew!"

"Wait, give the money first!"

"How much?"

"Five thousand, no...... Two thousand!"

"Seeing that you don't look like a bad person, I will charge you two thousand. ”

"First of all, I won't invite you to dinner. Say it yourself. ”

"Hold, it's five thousand. ”

"I just need to go to these few places. ”

chewed peeing cow balls and fish balls, ate turtle jelly, picked up a bowl of Lu Ji's bowl of wings, and finally ate a bowl of roast goose rice at a food stall.

Drinking the herbal tea of Sanhutang, slowly wandering the streets of the city, letting the time pass casually.

The high and low rolling Morro Street, the Queen's Road Le Koo Road, and the most famous of the Hollywood Antique Market.

While eating, I walked around, and I didn't stop in my mouth or under my feet.

Ling Bo was a little curious about Jin Feng, the gold owner, but he couldn't help but complain secretly.

Didn't you ask me to be your guide? Why did you listen to him?

Isn't it all about Ocean Park and Bauhinia Plaza, but it's about selling tattered antiques.

It's old-fashioned!

The more he walked, the more Ling Bo couldn't understand Jin Feng.

In a stall of less than one square meter, Jin Feng, who has always only watched and not bought, took the initiative to stop for the first time.

Standing in front of the glass counter, he pointed to something, bargained with his elderly boss, and bought it for three thousand dollars in cash.

Ling Bo held the heavy Buddha head he bought for 3,000 yuan, and after a while, he was so tired that he was out of breath, and he squatted on the ground and waved his hands.

At this time, Jin Feng stopped at a stall again, pointed at the boss, and asked the boss to take out an old photo covered with dust.

After completing the transaction, Jin Feng put the photo into his bag and pointed to a cart next to him.

It cost Jin Feng 100 yuan to buy the photo, but the cart cost 300.

With the cart in hand, Limbo was finally relieved.

However, what happened next was something that Limbo will never forget.

As Jin Feng moved forward, one object after another was put into the cart.

Bronze Buddha statue, not heavy!

Affordable!

It's a Buddha head again!

Not heavy!

Affordable!

Stele!?

What is this?

Affordable.

What is this?

This hit the street, and even bought broken stones.

It's such a big one.

Jadeite rough?

Ah, I can't push it.

Oh, my God!

Such a big piece of furniture!

I'm not alive anymore!

By five o'clock in the afternoon, the small cart had been replaced by a large cart.

It's filled with all sorts of strange things.

Buddha statues, ceramics, jade, stone carvings, ivory carvings, bronze, silverware, lacquerware, furniture, table clocks, and the tattered jade rough.

Ling Bo, whose hands and feet were numb and weak, sat on a chair on the side of the street and bent over tiredly, and he didn't even have the strength to drink water.

Looking at Jin Feng who was eating wonton noodles next to him with a dull gaze, he stretched out his trembling hand and returned the five thousand yuan to Jin Feng, waving his hand weakly.

"Boss, I'm quitting. ”

Jin Feng snorted and drank the last mouthful of soup, picked up the fat Wang Ji braised goose that was still dripping oil, tore it and chewed it vigorously, mmmmmmm

"Have a spirit of contract. ”

Ling Bo hung his head deeply, and suddenly clenched his fists and shouted at Jin Feng: "I'm a tour guide, not a handyman." ”

"I'm a designer ......"

Jin Feng said quietly: "Designers should have professional ethics. ”

Ling Bo screamed, shook his head, bared his teeth and shouted viciously, "Add money!"

"You have to add money!"

"Otherwise, I won't do it. ”

Jin Feng wiped his mouth and said lightly: "Additional budget!?"

"Absolutely!"

Returning Limbo's phone to Limbo, he pointed to a photo on his phone, and raised his hand to the antique shop opposite.

"Do you want to bring excitement. ”

"Guaranteed to make you fight the blood. ”

Ling Bo glanced at Jin Feng: "You just beat chicken blood? ”

"This shop, this bowl, buy it. ”

"Give you a commission. ”

Ling Bo took his phone and looked at the photo, which was a physical picture of the antique store on his website opposite.

The picture shows a small purple, green, blue and white variegated bowl, which looks very rough, but the outer wall is so ugly that it cannot be described.

For a designer like Lingbo, the bowl has no beauty at all.

"Why should I buy it?"

"Why don't you go?"

"If I go to buy it, it won't be the price. ”

"I can't even buy it. ”

Limbo cut off.

"Why did you buy this bowl?"

"Isn't it okay to shoot online?"

"So ugly. ”

"The price is also 50,000 yuan. ”

Jin Feng blinked and whispered, "Give you 20,000 yuan." If you can buy it for 20,000 yuan, I'll give you 30,000. ”

"Plus, I'll give you a commission. ”

Ling Bo was obviously moved: "Then I'll buy ...... with 10,000 yuan"

"I'll give you forty thousand. ”

"The commission remains the same!"

Limbo only felt his strength slowly recovering.

Jin Feng took out a stack of knives with his backhand and said with a smile: "Ten minutes is the limit." ”

"Come out in more than a minute, reward a thousand ......"

Ling Bo suddenly came back to life with full blood, pointed at Jin Feng and shouted, "Na Na Na...... You said it yourself......"

"No repentance, no denial...... The spirit of the contract......"

grabbed those swords in his hands, raised his feet and left, and ran the red light directly.

Jin Feng's voice came at this time: "Ten minutes!"

"If you dare to come out in nine minutes, I will deduct your money. ”

Ling Bo froze on his feet, turned around and scolded viciously, "Got it!"

"Idiot!"

"It's really annoying to have so many requests. ”

"Groan again, look for yourself, and buy it yourself. ”

Jin Feng waved his hand: "The countdown begins!"

Ling Bo snorted, his big eyes kept rolling, and he deliberately retreated and waited until the green light came on before slowly walking across the street.

The ink was half loud across the street, and from time to time he turned back to peek at Jin Feng, and after making sure that Jin Feng was not monitoring him, he inked for three more minutes.

The condemnation of conscience made him really embarrassed to delay any longer, tidying up his rented luxury fashion, carrying a rented Gucci bag, brushing his hair with his right hand, putting on sunglasses, and pushing the door in.

"Where's the boss?"

"Is this bowl there?"

A famous brand and a powerful aura suddenly calmed the guys in the store, and they greeted him with a lot of smiles, and respectfully took the mobile phone and looked at it.

"Yes. ”

"It's not a bowl, it's a bowl. ”

"This is the Jun kiln of the Republic of China. ”

"From the hand of the master Ye Hongmin, he is one of the best masters in Zhongzhou Province. ”

"Shenyuan is the hometown of our Shenzhou Jun porcelain. ”

"This porcelain bowl is the perfect ......"

"The blue glaze and purple spots are already extraordinary, and they are still a little emerald, like a star. ”

"Colorful, unique, beautiful ......"

The shopkeeper was splashing saliva and chattering, and he almost praised the cup to the sky.

Ling Bo had been waiting impatiently, but he pretended to be very knowledgeable.

After patiently listening to the storemate's story, he said lightly: "Make a price." ”

But anyone who opens an antique shop, a jewelry store and a luxury jewelry store, the guys and the clerks have trained a pair of sharp eyes.

The woman's brand in front of her is right, and it is not a fake.

Next, it's time for the technical tentative.

After cautiously asking Ling Bo about his intention to buy this cup, the shop guy did not hesitate to quote the upper limit.

"Fifty thousand dollars?"

"Why don't you go and grab it. I'll buy it for the elders to have fun......"

"Ten thousand!"

"Billing. ”

The most fearful thing about being an antique store is the person who only looks at it and doesn't ask, and since the other party has already made a price, it will be much easier to do.

Originally, 10,000 could have been shot, but the one in front of him was a rich man wearing Dior and carrying Gucci......

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