"The two of you are Shang Bao Pavilion, a total of 89 yuan, is it cash or rakka?" asked the taxi driver through the blurred plexiglass. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Tang Wen handed over the bus card. The two of them swiped their cards and got out of the car.

"This Shangbao Pavilion looks quite big! Why do you have to clear it?"

Zhou Xiaoyu took the lead in stepping on the bluestone road in front of Shangbao Pavilion from the road, and his tone was a little surprised.

"Speaking of clearance! I always think of the tannery owners who ran away with my sister-in-law! I didn't expect an antique shop to be cleared. ”

"You mean our high school used to have the lowest price for the last three days of the year? haha...... I bought a pair of leather shoes for my dad there. Then I asked my mother for five times the price reimbursement!" Zhou Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"How could I still do that? Alas, why didn't I remember back then..."

Talking and laughing, the two walked into the store.

Shangbao Pavilion is a small three-story building, which looks antique, and should be very old. The rain stones paved outside the walls have fallen a lot, but some of the mottled old walls do not look embarrassed. On the contrary, it looks more like a unique vicissitudes of life.

"In this kind of place, is it better to open an antique shop, why does the proprietress think about clearing the warehouse?" Tang Wen looked at a young woman sitting behind the mahogany counter with clothes in her eyes, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

The woman who was playing with her phone looked up at the two of them, without raising her head or explaining. Directly waved his hand at the stairs and said impatiently: "Look at things and go up to the second floor, the first floor has been emptied!" After speaking, he continued to bow his head and play with his mobile phone.

The two glanced at each other, feeling that this attitude was no wonder that they couldn't do good business, Zhou Xiaoyu pursed his lips and pulled Tang Wen to go up to the second floor.

Going up the stairs, Tang Wen subconsciously glanced at the empty hall on the first floor.

A lonely black jar came into his eyes, he pulled Zhou Xiaoyu, turned around and walked down again.

"Don't you tell me this oil jar is an antique?!" Zhou Xiaoyu pulled her boyfriend to stop. Looking at the jar in disbelief, I don't know what kind of oil it contains. The whole thing exudes a faint pungent smell of gasoline, and there is a layer of green fluff on the outside.

Tang Wen was also a little puzzled, but his eyes told him that this thing was a little unusual.

"How much does this thing cost the hostess?"

It took a few seconds for the young woman playing with her mobile phone to look at it, pouting and saying coldly, "One thousand!"

"This broken jar costs a thousand?!" Zhou Xiaoyu shouted. The proprietress looked at them dissatisfied, then looked at the jar and said impatiently, "Then three hundred!"

"Three hundred?" Zhou Xiaoyu still had to speak. Tang Wen hurriedly shook her hand and hurriedly said, "Give me something to put it on." It's so dirty!"

Zhou Xiaoyu glanced at her boyfriend dissatisfied, and said, "You come and take it! ”

The proprietress also seemed to be prepared, and took out a cardboard bag of 'six walnuts' from her feet.

Tang Wen took the toilet paper pad and put the jar in it. When his hand touched the edge of the jar, he realized that the jar with a round belly was not as thick as he thought. The weight wasn't as heavy as he thought. This strengthened his thoughts.

"Let's go upstairs and have a look. Check out later. With a few words, the two went upstairs.

"Quite a few people, it looks like you're going to have to pick up the rags. Zhou Xiaoyu bumped Tang Wen on the shoulder, and said a little gloating that she didn't want to visit any antique shops. It's just right to go home if you can't buy something.

On the wooden floor of the second floor, there are many things placed in a random pile in the east and west piles. But there were people watching in front of each pile.

Before Tang Wen stepped forward to take a look, someone stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, our owner wants these things." There's nothing left on the second floor, so you might as well go up to the third floor to have a look..."

Tang Wen, who originally thought that the Tang Palace was quite reliable, shook his head secretly, it seems that there are more people in the rivers and lakes who are more well-informed.

"Listen to the accent, are you from the north?" Zhou Xiaoyu asked with a smile.

Facing a very rare tall beauty, this person replied frankly: "I drove from the imperial capital last night!"

"Then why is it cleared here, do you know what?"

"Oh! This was originally opened by an old man surnamed Shang, who died a while ago, and his children are going to be separated. But no one wants to inherit this antique shop. So after the funeral, I rushed to sell it and divide the money......"

The two of them went around the second floor and found that there was still a pile of broken copper and iron in the northwest corner. In his girlfriend's disgusted gaze, Tang Wen stepped forward and touched them one by one, but did not find anything valuable.

It's just that he was immediately disgusted by Zhou Xiaoyu, and the girl took out a pack of wet wipes from her pocket and said dissatisfiedly: "Hmph! Fortunately, I was prepared!"

Tang Wen wiped his hands again before he was qualified to hold hands again. Then he was dragged up to the third floor. He knew that it wasn't his girlfriend who suddenly became active, but she was thinking: finish shopping early, go home early!

Before they reached the third floor, the two heard a group of people buzzing about something.

“...... Anyway, I think this painting is real!"

“... Although the framing of this thing is correct, it is inevitable that people will be suspicious just because of the single signature and the blurred seal..."

"I used to be a friend with the boss for many years, so why didn't I know that he still hid two of Tang Yin's double screens?!"

"Well, I've been friends with Lao Shang for decades, and I haven't heard him mention it. ”

"I'm talking about a couple of big nephews, are you sure this thing is real?"

“.......”

"Hey, leaves. Tang Wen saw that Ye Meng and Wang Shan were also watching around in the crowd, and shouted.

The four of them got together, and he asked, "Are you surrounded by Tang Yin's paintings?"

"Well, Tang Yin's landscape strip screen!" said Ye Meng with a look of longing.

"Aren't so many people unsure?"

"Who knows! Everybody is a competitor now. A bunch of old foxes!" Wang Shan said, glancing at the crowd.

"Tang Yin is the one of the four great talents in Jiangnan?" asked Zhou Xiaoyu with a tilt of his head.

"Yes! That's him. ”

"Alas, what are you buying here, it's as black as a black briquette!" Wang Shan pointed to the six walnuts in Tang Wen's hand.

Tang Wen hurriedly put an index finger between his lips and said vaguely: "Let's talk about it later." Is there anything else unowned? I'm going to check it out. ”

"No! There are a few pieces of Yuan blue and white tweeds over there! The paintings are more beautiful than Guiguzi descending the mountain... It's worth billions..."

Listening to Wang Shan's unceremonious mean words, a middle-aged man who was not in the crowd glanced back at them. There was surprise in his eyes: "Alas, isn't this little brother Tang Wen?"

It seems that this person has a bit of a position in the crowd, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the people around him all looked at Tang Wen.

"Boss Qin, I didn't expect you to come too. ”

This person is the Boss Qin who gave Tang Wen a snuffbox a few days ago. It looks like I heard the news and came over to buy something. Tang Wen handed the bag of six walnuts to Zhou Xiaoyu, turned his head and said briskly to the three girls: "This is the one who gave me the snuff bottle, don't mention this stubble later!" After speaking, he greeted him.

The three girls looked at Boss Qin's eyes and suddenly felt a little strange, and they looked at each other, as if they were all asking: This is the fool who sells the real thing as a handicraft?