"Oh, it's Dean Zheng, why are you here?"

"What a rarity, welcome, please take a seat... Serve tea, make Wuyi Shanzi tree big red robe, quick..."

The old man who called Dean Zheng to stop in the crowd: "Xiao Liu, the old ancestor came to you, you see..."

As soon as he said this, Dean Zheng stared, his body shook, and he suddenly smiled, bent over and trotted, and called out sharply.

"Hey, ancestor, you're always here, but let's go around in a big circle..."

Hearing this, Manager Liu suddenly chuckled.

"Ancestor!?"

Several other old men who were about the same age as Dean Zheng had already rushed forward, standing in front of the old man in a wheelchair, respectfully, and bowed.

"Ancestor, I can be regarded as having found you. ”

This scene made everyone up and down in Yipintang who was present.

Manager Liu was stunned.

Chu sat in the cabinet and looked at the people in front of him, flipping through the photos of these people next to each other in his mind.

"Director of the Palace Museum!"

"Director of the National Brand Museum!"

"Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau!"

"President of the Archaeological Society!"

"Academician Ma, Academician Shan, Academician Zhao of the Chinese Academy of Sciences..."

"Rong Bao Zhai boss!"

"Boss Yun Duoxuan!"

"Boss of the Ancient Capital Anjin Tang Pavilion!"

OMG!

They called this old man... Ancestor!

Then he...

Then he...

Damn!

It's him!!!

When the old man in the wheelchair saw so many people, he lost his face.

raised his hand and asked the middle-aged aunt to give him a piece of ginseng in his mouth, and scolded him with a cane.

"You little old men can, ah, take the yamen and build a mansion with your teeth, and earn double money..."

"To open your teeth and build a mansion, you rely on strength, don't be ashamed if you don't have that vision. A piece of Wen Zhengming's big opening is a fake, shame on you, isn't it?

"Who opened Yipintang, how many of you opened it?"

"Ancestor, I lived for more than 100 years, and now I am being treated as a liar. ”

"For more than a hundred years, my ancestor was treated as a liar for the first time, and I also called the yamen to invite me to prison food, ah, grow up, you guys..."

When the dozen or a half hundred-hundred-hundred-year-old men present heard this, their whole bodies trembled, and several of them hurriedly knelt down for the old man in a wheelchair.

At this time, Manager Liu and Chu were all paralyzed in fright.

They finally know who this old man in a wheelchair is?

"Master, don't be angry. ”

"Master, I was wrong!"

At this moment, another person came in outside, and Manager Liu immediately ran over when he saw this person: "Boss, you, why are you here?"

It was an old man in his sixties and seventy years old, who didn't pay attention to Manager Liu at all, ran fast, and shouted in a trembling voice from afar: "Master, Master." I'm coming!"

Brush down.

Three meters away, he stood still, pushed the gold mountain and poured the jade pillar straight and knelt down for the wheelchair old man.

"Master. I'm late, I... Damn!

The old man in the wheelchair was even more angry when he saw this person, and he was about to try to stand up.

Several others hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man in the wheelchair, and the master screamed in his mouth.

"Master, don't come here, I'll go!"

As he spoke, the old man knelt down and crawled to the old man in the wheelchair, and almost fell to the ground.

The old man in the wheelchair picked up his cane and jerked it at the old man, hitting him several times, and he was so tired that he choked and trembled even more when he spoke.

"Yipintang was opened by your kid? Little Wang Ba Lamb, there are two Qian Er's butts and heads have gone up, did the old ancestor teach you the craft in vain?"

"I still remember that your kid was only eight years old at the time, came from Henan, and was as hungry as a monkey. ”

As he spoke, he threw a few more canes and hit the old man.

"You have forgotten all the teachings of your ancestors, you must be honest in opening your teeth and building a mansion, and if you are not sure, please ask your brother and sister for help. You've forgotten all that I've taught!"

"Help me up!"

"I'll kill you, little bastard!"

The people next to him hurriedly persuaded the old man, whispered and begged bitterly, and the old man stopped the fire a little.

Pointing to the "Picture of the Mountains and Mountains" of the case, he shouted: "Go and see it yourself, I can't say it, I will not be allowed to enter the house in the future." ”

The beaten old man held back the pain, with tears in his eyes, got up with great effort, swayed to the front of the case, searched for a half-sound, turned around and bent the old waist to reply.

"Back to Master's words, it's genuine, and the problem is in the ink. Castor oil was used, mercury and other things were added, and it was probably damp in the rainy provinces in the south, and there was a chemical reaction, so it looked new. ”

The old man hummed: "I haven't lost it yet." ”

"How much is it worth?"

"Draw well, have good intentions, have a sense of style, less inscriptions, 30 million!"

The old man raised his cane and pushed aside a group of old apprentices, and pointed at Jin Rui: "Is it sold for 30 million taels of silver?"

Jin Rui sizzled, he really didn't expect this painting to be worth so much.

"I only want to sell 20 million is enough, 30 million is fine, and the remaining 10 million is your old intermediary fee. ”

"Give money!"

The old man said lightly, and the cane pointed at the real boss of Yipintang: "Give him 20 million and donate 10 million to the Red Cross, which can be regarded as a lesson for you." ”

The boss of Yipintang said yes and called the accountant to quickly transfer the money to Jin Rui.

Signed, signed, and the contract is completed.

After receiving the prompt of arrival, Jin Rui didn't say much, and picked up the bag and was about to leave.

"Stop. ”

The old man said, "What's in the bag? I look like there's a bowl and a bottle, right?"

Jin Rui was stunned, does this old man have clairvoyance, his brother's big satchel has been closed, he can see it.

"Ah, yes, how do you know?"

The old man sneered: "Ancestor, I used to be a thief. ”

"Take it out and I'll take a look. ”

Jin Rui said angrily: "No, I just gave you 10 million introduction fees for you old thing, and you still want to pump my baby's water, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the dozen or so old men next to him quit.

Among them, Dean Zheng took out his work card: "I am Zheng Jiaxing of the Palace Museum, young man, do you know who my master is?"

Jin Rui was a little distracted.

Zheng Jiaxing knows that the director of the Palace Museum is a big man who can reach the sky.

Zheng Jiaxing's master!?

Jin Rui blinked his eyes, looked straight at the old man in the wheelchair, and exclaimed.

"You're a living fossil Qiguang!?"

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Jin Rui walked out of Yipintang, with his empty hands, and his large satchel had already been emptied.

In the past hour or so, Jin Rui not only knew that the old man in the wheelchair was a living fossil of the flower planter.

A national treasure in a national treasure, a great master at the national treasure level, a recognized ancestor in the archaeological community and antique shops, enlightenment!

is more than one hundred and twenty years old, living well, fighting people unambiguously, and having enough strength.

No wonder the old man dared to say that it was true that it was false.

And that's really the case.

As long as Qiguang said that it was true, even if it was painted in front of the buyer, it was undoubtedly genuine.

The word Qiguang can be worth back the money to buy things.

The others are all Qiguang's apprentices, all of whom are great people in the sky.

There are several academicians.

The most unsuccessful is Miao Jinpeng, the real boss of Yipintang, who is worth tens of billions of dollars and is a giant in the antique industry.

Jin Rui took out a few big leaks from the five-color sheep city and was robbed clean by a group of people, and he didn't even let go of the big satchel.

The first thing to sell was Zuo Zongtang's private seal that he bought in exchange.

As soon as this seal came out, the old man Qiguang grabbed his hand, stared at Jin Rui up and down, and put it in his bag without even saying the price.

Kangxi's stolen beeswax pearls were worn by Emperor Kangxi when he sacrificed to the land.

Qiguang couldn't put it down after seeing it, and asked the middle-aged aunt to throw him a signed check.

"The two treasures Ancestor has received them, fill them in by himself!"

Jin Rui really dared to fill it in by himself, and directly wrote a 100 million to go up.

This is a high price confiscated from Qiguang.

This string of pearls alone is worth 80 million.

Qiguang didn't even look at the checkbook, and threw Jin Rui a pure gold business card.

"In the future, if there is anything of this level, just send it to the ancestors. Remember, there is no stinky boy, ancestor, I, not bad money, just bad things!"

After speaking, he wore a pearl, pinched the seal in his hand, and walked away in a chic manner.

Approaching the door, the old man Qiguang came back again, pointing at Jin Rui and smiling.

"This kid is called my eldest brother, and you will call him Uncle in the future. Help take care of it, your uncle is not simple. ”