"Want to buy it? Zheng Zheng squinted at Zheng Bei and replied very neatly: "100,000 yuan, do you want love." ”

Zheng Bei's smiling face turned cold for a moment, he slapped his wallet in the palm of his hand a few times, and said with a sneer: "What's the matter? Zheng Zheng, you don't want to give you face, don't you? I'm here for the face of our Zheng family, I want to bring this matter back for you, and you are still here to fight with me......?"

"Mingren doesn't say secret words, Zheng Bei, I really don't think we have such a good relationship, and I can let you pay to cover my face. Without waiting for Zheng Bei to finish speaking, Zheng Zheng interrupted him, and then said word by word: "Also, I don't believe it, you can't see that this is a fragment of blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty." ”

Zheng Zheng pinched up a fragment, pointed to the little pattern left on the fragment and said: "Although blue and white porcelain has been produced since the Song Dynasty and has been made until the Qing Dynasty, the glaze formula of blue and white porcelain in the Yuan Dynasty is different. And the pattern on this ...... Hehe, this slightly rough complex pattern is the representative feature of the blue and white porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty, and these rough traces are also precisely because of the different glaze choices of the blue and white porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty. ”

Zheng Zheng tossed the fragment in his hand, and then said, "If this is not enough, then we will smash this fragment and look at the broken stubble?"

"To me, this pile of blue and white porcelain is just a pile of fragments. But once it's in your hands, the pile of debris will be able to be restored by you. Although I don't know what kind of object this is, as long as it is Yuan Qinghua, the price will definitely not be low. ”

Zheng Bei's face had become extremely ugly, and he was secretly gritting his teeth.

Zheng Zheng lit a cigarette and puffed out a puff of smoke comfortably: "100,000 at a price, buy it if you want to, if you don't buy it, the door is behind you." ”

"Okay, okay, you're good, Zheng Zheng. Zheng Bei gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, your eyesight for looking at antiques is not low at all, no wonder you can hold the plate here." ”

He came here today can only be said to be passing by by chance, and he wants to hit this family side who usually doesn't deal with him. But after seeing the debris on the counter, Zheng Bei suddenly realized that an excellent opportunity was in front of him.

He could use some means to get Zheng Zheng to sell these fragments to him, and then he used his family's secret techniques to restore the antique to its original state.

But who would have thought that Zheng Zheng would see his intentions clearly, and the calculation of this mountain sound would be in vain.

"100,000 ......"

Zheng Bei gritted his teeth, took out the checkbook and signed a check. He slapped the check on the counter, gritted his teeth at the smiling Zheng Zheng and said, "100,000 yuan is really not a lot of money to me." Take it, it's okay for me to take care of the family. ”

Zheng Zheng raised his eyebrows, smiled without smiling, and after spitting out a puff of smoke, he put the check away.

Neither of them noticed that in the smoke of the cigarette, a tiny white smoke slowly drifted out of the pile of debris and threw it into the bronze balance placed on the counter.

The money and goods were cleared, Zheng Bei didn't stay much, and after carefully packing up the fragments, he turned around and left Donglai Pavilion angrily. 100,000 yuan is not a particularly large amount for him, but being understood by Zheng Zheng what he wants to do makes him feel really uncomfortable.

"But that's enough......"

Zheng Bei, who walked out of Donglai Pavilion, got into his car, opened the package in his hand, took out a piece of fragment from it, rubbed it thinly, and sneered in a low voice.

"This is the Yuan Dynasty royal jade pot spring bottle...... Hehe, although it is not a first-class secret treasure, but compared to the ordinary Yuan Qinghua, this is the best of the Yuan Qinghua!"

"100,000 yuan? Even if I buy it back for 1 million, I will never lose it!"

Zheng Bei lit a cigarette and took a hard puff: "After all, the family side is the family sideline, and you can only see the number of 100,000 yuan in your eyes, hum ......"

"Zheng Zheng ......" Zheng Bei threw the cigarette butt out of the car, sneered a few times, and drove away from Antique Street.

Although he thought that he would have to rest for two days after finishing Zheng Bei's business, it was a sunny day the next day, and although Zheng Zheng had the heart to rest, he still opened the store honestly.

Although the weather is good today, I have been sitting for two hours when I opened the door of the store, but there is still no business. It was also boring left and right, so Zheng Zheng got a basin of water, ready to clean up the bronze balance on the table, and wash it well.

This bronze balance was bought by Zheng Zheng from a door-to-door customer a few days ago, and the customer said that it was an old thing, saying that it could be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period. However, Zheng Zheng saw that the problem with this bronze balance was coming, although this bronze balance had some styles of the Spring and Autumn Period, but some traces of ancient Egyptian casting styles could be found on it.

When these two completely incompatible styles collide together, it proves that this bronze balance is definitely a fake. However, the workmanship of this bronze balance is really good, even if it is not an antique, it can be used as an ornament, so the two talked for a while, and Zheng Zheng received this bronze balance for a hundred yuan, ready to be an ornament and put it on the table.

A few days ago, the balance had been left unattended, and the bronze balance had not been cleaned up properly, and it looked disgraced. I happened to be free today, and Zheng Zheng was ready to pack up this bronze balance.

While the bronze scales were being washed, the door was pushed open, and a man and a woman walked in.

"Hello two, what do you need...... Yo. ”

Zheng Zheng, who was cleaning up the bronze scales, stood up and said hello, but he didn't pay attention to his hand, and as soon as his hand slipped, the blade he was holding in his hand cut the fingers of his other hand.

Blood dripped down, and a few unbiased drops fell right on the bronze scales.

There are guests who come to the door, and Zheng Zheng can't care about the bronze scale. He casually tore some paper and wiped the blood from his fingers, and then looked at the man and woman who entered the store with a kind smile.

I thought that the market was finally going to open today, but this man and woman didn't even say a word to Zheng Zheng, let alone buying things, just looked at the various antiques in the antique shop with a curious look and left.

"Why do you like to watch so many rare people? Watching the two leave the antique shop, Zheng Zheng muttered in a low voice. He has seen a lot of this kind of person, who come to the antique store either to buy something, or to bring it in when he goes shopping.

Zheng Zheng looked at his severed fingers, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is good, for such a master, who is going to reason with this if he cut his fingers." ”

The finger was broken, and it was impossible to wash the bronze balance again, but the bronze balance was almost cleaned up just now, and Zheng Zheng didn't need to do it again.

He found a soft cloth to wipe the bronze scales dry, wiped off the blood that had just dripped from it, and left it still on the table.

"It's finally done. Zheng Zheng lit a cigarette and looked at the cleaned bronze balance with satisfaction. But the more Zheng Zheng looked at this bronze scale, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Neither of the two weighing pans of the bronze balance had anything on it, but one of them was noticeably lower than the other, as if an invisible weight had been placed on one of the weighing pans.

"Is it broken?" Zheng Zheng took the bronze balance in his hand and looked at it over and over again, but he didn't find any faults, all the parts were intact and not the slightest bit damaged.

"It's strange......" Zheng Zheng frowned and looked at the bronze balance in his hand, but he didn't see the reason.

"Jingle bell...... Jingle bell ......"

Just when Zheng Zheng was puzzled, his mobile phone rang, and Zheng Zheng could only put aside the matter of the bronze balance at this time.

He connected the phone, and a smiling voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's Zheng Zhangpan, right? I'm Lao Xu." ”

"Oh, it's Brother Xu, I'm in the store now, come here." ”

This call reminded Zheng Zheng of something, which was what Wang Qian, the boss of Donglai Pavilion, had told him before. Wang Qian, who started as a real estate business, participated in an auction some time ago and bought an antique. The antiques that can be auctioned have been repeatedly verified by experts, and there are no fakes, so when Wang Qian auctioned the antique, he was quite simple and won the antique for 100,000 yuan.

Wang Qian often ran around the country, and he couldn't let this antique be by his side. So he said hello to Zheng Zheng after the auction ended, saying that he had asked people to send the antique over recently, put it in the store first, let them buy it if there were customers who bought it, and take it back when Wang Qian came back if no one bought it.

It's been almost half a month since this incident, and Zheng Zheng hasn't heard the news from Wang Qian's side, so he didn't pay much attention to this matter. Now as soon as this call came, Zheng Zheng remembered this matter.

This Lao Xu has been following Wang Qian for many years, although he is still Wang Qian's driver, but he is also a real confidant. Zheng Zheng has no deep friendship with this old Xu, and he has never said a few words between them, so he can only be said to be a familiar friendship.

Less than ten minutes after the phone hung up, Lao Xu arrived at Donglai Pavilion.

"Brother Xu, it's hard work. ”

Looking at the dusty old Xu, Zheng Zheng handed over a cigarette and said hello with a smile.

"Zheng Zhangpan takes care of this store every day, it's called bothering, what am I. Lao Xu, who was almost forty years old, took the cigarette with a smile, took out a mahogany box from his pocket with one hand, and handed it to Zheng Zheng: "This is what the boss asked me to bring back, Zheng Zhangpan, this thing will be handed over to you." ”

"Okay. Zheng Zheng nodded, took the mahogany box, and opened the mahogany box to take a look.