Early the next morning, after Zhao Yang opened his eyes, he was the only one left, and Xie Xiaolong went to work early.

Zhao Yang, who had nothing to do, decided to go to Jubaozhai to have a look, he hadn't been to Jubaozhai for a long time.

When Zhao Yang came to Jubaozhai, he saw Uncle Gao sitting silently at the counter drinking tea.

"Oh, isn't this the first treasure connoisseur of our Jubao Zhai?" Uncle Gao smiled slowly while drinking tea.

"Uncle Gao, why are you even making fun of me?" Zhao Yang rolled his eyes, sat next to Uncle Gao, picked up a teacup and poured it fiercely.

"You stinky boy, that's tea, not water!" Uncle Gao hurriedly snatched the teapot back, for fear that Zhao Yang would drink it in one gulp.

Looking at Uncle Gao's painful appearance, Zhao Yang smiled lightly.

"Uncle Gao, how is the business lately?" Zhao Yang raised his head and looked at the almost no one at the door, and then asked.

"It's okay, I received a few things a few days ago, and today I said that a big customer came over!" Uncle Gao shook his head helplessly, and then said.

"Oh, big customer?" Zhao Yang glanced at Uncle Gao with some confusion.

"Squeak!" a man with an extremely ugly appearance walked in slowly.

I saw that his eyes were the size of soybeans, but his nose was terrifyingly large, accounting for one-third of the size of his entire face.

He held a box tightly in his arms, and then walked into the store with a vigilant look, and Uncle Gao stood up straight, and asked with a smile: "I am the shopkeeper of Jubao Zhai, did I make a move?"

The man nodded, and then whispered, "I have an object, you can show it to me!"

After finishing speaking, he slowly put the box in his arms in front of Uncle Gao.

Uncle Gao shook his head, Uncle Gao had seen too many of this kind of people, so he didn't react, and opened the box.

"Whew!" I saw a demon-slaying pestle in the box.

"Something from the Tang Dynasty?" Uncle Gao asked in disbelief.

"I don't know, this is handed down by my ancestors, and I've been in trouble lately, so I've taken it out!" the man said blankly.

It's a good thing that I met Uncle Gao, if it was the guy in the store opposite, this man would have been killed a long time ago!

"Sure enough, it's the demon pestle of the Tang Dynasty!" Uncle Gao excitedly touched the demon pestle in his hand, and his face showed a trace of excitement.

"What price do you want?" Uncle Gao asked, turning his head to the man.

"Three million!" the man asked, holding out three fingers tentatively.

"Well, deal!" Uncle Gao smiled and nodded.

You must know that the price of the demon pestle in the Tang Dynasty was at least about 4 million, and this transaction made a net profit of 1 million.

Just when Uncle Gao was about to make money, Zhao Yang, who was drinking tea on the side, stood up straight.

"Imitation of the Tang Dynasty Demon Pestle, the top is the real Demon Pestle, and the bottom is synthetic! The price is 4000. ”

Zhao Yang couldn't help but secretly admire the guy in front of him, and he almost believed in his series of performances!

"Uncle Gao, don't make money yet, this is a fake!" Zhao Yang hurriedly said to Uncle Gao.

"Fake, can't it?" Uncle Gao asked Zhao Yang with some doubts, just now he carefully checked the magic pestle, and there was no problem at all? Although it is not as powerful as Zhao Yang, he can still feel the things he has touched.

"Where did you come from, how dare you say that my heirloom is fake?" said the man, too, with a look of disgrief.

"It's really powerful, you must be a master too, right? Say, who asked you to come?" Zhao Yang stared coldly at the man in front of him and asked coldly.

"Boss Gao, I believe in your reputation as a treasurer, if you insult people like this, then leave!" The man picked up the wooden box and was about to leave.

"I want to run away when I find out, how can it be so easy?" Zhao Yang grabbed the man, and then snatched the wooden box.

"You actually robbed me of something?" the man glanced at Zhao Yang in disbelief.

"If this thing is a fake, it proves that someone is behind you!" Zhao Yang took out the demon slaying pestle, and then broke it gently.

"Click!" the demon pestle suddenly broke apart, and there were traces of glue on the top of the two broken pieces.

After the man saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't speak for a long time, and the whole person stood in place weakly.

"It's really fake!" Uncle Gao's heart chuckled, and he looked at Zhao Yang in disbelief, as if asking how he knew.

"Uncle Gao, this guy uses a real demon slaying pestle as leftovers, so it's normal that you don't find out all the time. ”

After hearing Zhao Yang's explanation, Uncle Gao's expression became even more ugly, and then the whole person sighed helplessly, and then asked the man with a cold gaze.

"Who sent you, and what is the secret?" asked Uncle Gao with a gloomy face on the man.

"Humph!" the man snorted, then turned and left.

And Zhao Yang keenly noticed that there was a pair of eyes staring at his every move at the door of the Yiyuan Pavilion next door.

It seems that there is nothing wrong! It must be the ghost of the Art Garden!

"Uncle Gao, I'm afraid it's the ghost on the other side!" Zhao Yang said the guess in his heart.

"Hmm!" Uncle Gao nodded vigorously, it seemed that he also had this idea.

"Uncle Gao, don't worry, I'll let them enjoy it!" After finishing speaking, Zhao Yang's whole face showed a wicked smile.

Zhao Yang went straight to a treasure house in Jubao Zhai, and turned around and found that there was a very broken Buddha statue in the treasure house.

"Hehe, since you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust!" Zhao Yang smiled coldly, and then took the Buddha statue and began to tinker.

After a while, a brand-new Buddha statue appeared in Zhao Yang's hand, and Uncle Gao on the side was completely stunned, and he touched the Buddha statue in disbelief.

"Is it true?" asked Uncle Gao in disbelief.

"Fake!" Zhao Yang did not hide it from Uncle Gao at all, and generously admitted that the Buddha statue in his hand was a fake.

"How did you do that?" this time it was Uncle Gao's turn to believe it, you must know that although the demon pestle just now did not identify the authenticity of the pestle.

Yes, you can still feel a little wrong, but Zhao Yang's Buddha statue feels the same as a real touch!

"What are you going to do?" Uncle Gao asked Zhao Yang incomprehensibly.

"I'm going to give them a lesson that they will never forget!" Zhao Yang laughed evilly a few times, then turned around and walked out of the store.

After leaving the store, Zhao Yang dialed Xie Xiaolong's phone directly.

"Brother Yang!" Xie Xiaolong's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Xiaolong, where are you?" Zhao Yang couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he heard that Xie Xiaolong's side was very noisy, where did this guy go?

"It's okay, I'm having dinner with my friends, Brother Yang!" Xie Xiaolong hurriedly explained.

"Okay!" Zhao Yang wanted to ask something, but Xie Xiaolong had already hung up the phone.

Zhao Yang went straight to a labor market not far away, and a few middle-aged men surrounded him as soon as he entered the labor market.

"Boss, are you looking for a worker?"

"I can do anything!"

Zhao Yang declined a group of middle-aged men, turned around and continued to walk inside.

At this time, a young man attracted Zhao Yang's attention, and saw a sign next to the young man that said "Do anything!"

Zhao Yang came straight to the young man's side, and the young man who had lowered his head when he heard the footsteps raised his head suddenly.

"I have a job here, will you take it?" Zhao Yang asked the young man playfully.

"What work?" the boy asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"I have an antique here, you sell it for me, and I'll give you a third of the price. Zhao Yang smiled and said slowly.

"Antique, fake, right?" the boy smiled coldly, and then stood up.

"Fake!" Zhao Yang smiled, his eyes staring at the young man in front of him.

"I'll take it!" said the boy slowly, as if he had thought of something.

"Okay, you come with me!" Zhao Yang led the boy through the labor market and came to the door of the Art Garden Pavilion.

As long as you sell an antique to this shop, I will give you one-third of the price of the antique as payment.

Zhao Yang looked at the young man in tattered clothes, and couldn't help but feel some pity, and then said slowly.

"I don't need your alms, I'll only take a thousand yuan!" The young man saw the pity in Zhao Yang's eyes, and he said coldly.

After that, he took the ancient Buddha statue from Zhao Yang's arms, and then strode towards the Art Garden Pavilion.

"What an interesting little guy!" Zhao Yang smiled, and then secretly looked towards the Art Garden Pavilion.

"Where's the little beggar, get out of here!" said the young man as soon as he entered the Art Garden Pavilion when he was reprimanded by the shopkeeper.

"Hmph! The Art Garden Pavilion has no name!" the young man hugged the Buddha statue tightly in his arms, and shot back fiercely in his mouth, as he spoke, the young man pretended to leave.

After the shopkeeper saw the Buddha statue in the young man's arms, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole person hurriedly said: "Little brother, you wait!"

The young man turned around coldly and said, "What's the matter, you still have to rob the art garden pavilion?" The young man hugged the Buddha statue tightly in his arms, and said to the shopkeeper with a vigilant face.

"Little brother, what are you talking about!" The shopkeeper knew that this little guy was angry, so for the sake of the Buddha statue in his arms, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his body, and pretended to have a pleasant look on his face.

"Little brother, are you here to sell antiques?" the old shopkeeper hurriedly asked, as if he was afraid that the young man would leave.

"Yes!" said the young man with a grim face to the old shopkeeper.

"Can you show me the object?" asked the old shopkeeper slowly.