Zhong Yue touched the seal in his pocket with some excitement, 50,000 yuan, for him, it was definitely a big leak, such a good thing actually made him bump into it, just looking at the appearance, it doesn't look like Tian Huangshi, although Tian Huangshi has black skin Tian Huang, but it can be sold at a sky-high price, it is without any impurities, it looks like a crystal clear frozen stone due to fairy grass jelly, and this piece in his hand, not only has no luster, it is simply insulting to the title of jade.

But he can't manage so much, anyway, the cost is only twenty yuan, where can he lose no matter how much he loses.

Zhong Yue walked slowly towards the end of the City God Temple, ready to see if there were some cheap calligraphy and paintings, embellished with some of the bookish smell at home, no calligraphy and paintings, and some ancient books.

However, after turning a few stalls, except for some small yellow books with exposed painting styles, there are some fakes with openings of three or four thousand, which are claimed to be from the hands of famous artists.

Zhong Yue also smiled, even he, a layman, knew that if it was the authentic works of Qi Baishi, Xu Wei and others, they would have been sold for hundreds of thousands or millions a long time ago, and they were still selling here?

Just as he was about to go back to the parking place, he suddenly saw a group of people with flashlights gathered in front of a stall, so he stepped forward to take a look.

"It's an old thing. ”

"What's the use of calligraphy and painting? It's not the hand of a famous artist, it's only a few thousand things that break through the sky, you see, these brushstrokes are all perfunctory, and they are not a fine product at first glance, and they cost 20,000 or 2,000 when they open their mouths. "An old man who knows a little bit about calligraphy and painting appreciation turned off the flashlight, these people, usually have nothing to do when they are full, they will come to the vicinity of the City God Temple to walk around a few times, in addition to walking food, it is also out of interest, most of them are just looking at it and not buying.

Zhong Yue glanced at the middle-aged woman standing aside, looking nervous, and seemed to be a little anxious, "Two thousand, this uncle, don't talk nonsense, this is my mother-in-law who took out the life-saving money, my man broke his leg on the construction site and urgently needs surgery, twenty thousand, not a penny less." ”

A few people who were still looking at the flowers smiled, in this case, they don't know how many times a day they have to listen to it in this ghost market.

"Is it that if you can't get 20,000 yuan, your man will have his leg amputated?"

The honest woman couldn't hear the sarcasm in these words, and said in surprise: "How do you know, big brother?"

"Haha, okay, I'll pay up to 1,005 for this painting, if you want to sell it, sell me, if you don't sell it, pull it down. 20,000 yuan, that's pure foolish dream. ”

The old man on the side turned on the flashlight again, took a picture at the side, and muttered: "One thousand and five I see it hanging, there is no vermilion seal, and I don't know who the person who painted it is, although this Jiajing is the name of the Ming Dynasty, but I still can't rashly conclude that this painting is something of the Ming Dynasty." ”

As soon as the old man said that, the people who originally wanted to add some money for this painting retreated again. After all, there are too many fakes now, and a well-made imitation is worth hundreds of dollars, not to mention that this is still a rough painting, so rough that it is simply a little outrageous, and there is no orderly layout at all.

"No, 20,000 yuan, not a penny!" said the woman through gritted teeth.

Seeing that the woman was so determined, several people who were also old players in the City God Temple shook their heads and left. Although it can be seen that it is an old object, there is also the possibility of imitating the Ming Dynasty, or the Republic of China, or even modern times, antique fakes, all dynasties and dynasties, so if you are not an expert, the possibility of missing your eyes is also great.

There were a lot fewer people in the stalls, and some people continued to look at the painting, Zhong Yue also came forward, and saw that the woman had nothing but a large cloth bag, unlike those professional vendors who set up stalls, and carried the table lamp with a charged battery.

With the flashlights of several people around, Zhong Yue picked up the few books that were still under him and flipped through them.

Chung Hwa Book Company, published in the sixties. Zhong Yue flipped through the pages, the yellowed pages, some mushy handwriting, although this kind of book was some years old, but basically no one wanted it, so he put it down and looked at the painting.

Seeing that it was a young man who came up, the two old men with reading glasses moved a few steps away, looking very disdainful.

"Uncle, do you want it?"

"Having said that, my price is 2,000, and it is also seen that this painting is indeed an old object, and 20,000 yuan is absolutely impossible. ”

"No, uncle, my man is really going to have surgery, 20,000 yuan, it really can't be less, you can do it well, it's really not good, even if I borrow you first, I will redeem it when I get the money raised, will I redeem it?"

When the old man saw that the woman did not let go, he shook his head and turned around and left.

Several eye-sighted old men shook their heads and left, and the middle-aged man who was waiting for an opportunity to pick up the leak turned around. 20,000 yuan, buying something that is obviously not worth this price, isn't this purely a trip to Grandpa Mao.

Seeing that everyone was scattered, the woman's face showed a hint of despair.

Zhong Yue took the scroll from one person and entered the system, thinking if he could help this woman. He could see that this aunt was really a little desperate.

Of course, after receiving the system's reply, Zhong Yue was stunned at first, and then frowned, thinking about what to do.

Many people came and offered prices ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand, but when the woman asked for twenty thousand, they shook their heads and left. Eventually, the woman felt hopeless and wiped tears from her eyes.

"Little brother, let's go, I'll close the stall. ”

Zhong Yue said with some hesitation: "Auntie, I accepted your painting." ”

"Are you rich?"

Zhong Yue said a little embarrassed: "I really don't have any money on hand, but I may have money on my bank card, I saw that those people didn't want to accept your painting just now, I'm afraid that if I leave, I may not be able to find you when I come over later." ”

"Maybe rich? What does it mean to be rich? Little brother, human life is a matter of heaven, you can't fool your aunt. ”

Zhong Yue pursed his lips and said, "I don't know how much money I have on this card, you have to collect the stall anyway, so, come with me to the ATM, and I'll withdraw the money to see if it's enough for 20,000 yuan." ”

The woman immediately became vigilant, thinking that Zhong Yue had some bad intentions, and shook her head again and again: "If you want to buy this painting, just take the money, I'm waiting for you here, I won't go anywhere else." ”

Zhong Yue smiled bitterly twice, he looks like a bad guy?

"Alright then, wait half an hour at most, and I'll be back. ”

Zhong Yue put the plastic bag in his hand into his schoolbag and ran towards the parking place of the City God Temple.

"Xiao Yue, you kid is finally willing to come back! If you don't come back, Master and I are going to look for you!"

Zhang Laifu smoked a cigarette, glanced at Zhong Yue, who was panting, and raised his eyebrows, "Something?"

"Big ...... Brother Daguang, where is there an ATM near here?"