Mr. Zhao gently picked up the last small arm-length dilapidated yellowed picture scroll that was rolled up at random.

Because the material of the scroll is silk paper, Mr. Zhao unfolded the scroll very slowly, and looked at it carefully with a magnifying glass.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhao stopped moving, put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and exhaled a sigh of relief after putting the scroll away properly.

"Although these things are not real, they are still delicate and can be used at home. Mr. Zhao pointed to the bottles and cans that were placed aside and said.

Lao He immediately became proud when he heard this. "How about it, I told the little girl, what good things can he have, and he is willing to gamble and lose......" Before Lao He finished speaking, Mr. Zhao said.

"Although those are not real, this picture of the Spring Festival of Hundred Birds is the real handiwork of everyone. Mr. Zhao pointed to the dilapidated picture scroll in front of him and said.

As soon as the words fell, Bai He could hear the surprised discussions and inhalations of the surrounding crowd.

"Everyone, Zhang, it can't be the Zhang family I thought of, right?"

"Mr. Zhao's palm can still be wrong. ”

"This painting doesn't quite resemble Zhang's style?"

"Maybe it's an early work or a casual painting. ”

"That can't be done, right?" everyone was talking, and they all wanted to get closer and take a closer look.

"Ahem. Mr. Zhao coughed with a cold face, and the scene quieted down suddenly, and everyone stopped squeezing to Baihe's side.

This painting is indeed the authentic work of Zhang Shichun, and it should be painted by him for the donor in the early days. He pointed to a few small words in the lower left corner of the scroll.

"When your parents arrive, you can ask them to take the painting to the cultural relics appraisal office for appraisal. Mr. Zhao kindly framed the scroll and handed it to Bai He and said.

"It's really everyone Zhang!"

"This kid is really lucky, he actually happened to buy the real handiwork of everyone Zhang!"

"Who's to say it's not, sure enough, children's luck is much better than that of adults. ”

"I also saw this painting a few days ago, because it didn't buy it because it wasn't like Zhang's style, so I didn't buy it. Oh, my heart feels like it's dripping blood. A guest who was watching the excitement around patted his thigh and howled, and now it is estimated that his intestines are all repentant.

"Little friend, your painting, Uncle paid 300 yuan, can you sell it to Uncle?" The crowd rampaged out a bald uncle who was sweating profusely, with a fat face and a profiteer-like face, coaxed Bai He in front of everyone.

"Look, your painting is broken, and three hundred yuan can cost your family a long time. "The profiteer acts like I'm thinking about you.

"Is this person stupid or stupid? He actually dares to do this in front of Mr. Zhao and Third Brother Liu. The lively customers and shopkeepers all whispered.

"I think it's new, right? Who brought it in, I guess I don't want to mix it up anymore in the future. ”

"It's just that it hasn't been long since that incident, and there are still people who don't give up. I also think it's weird. ”

The profiteer saw that the people around him were talking about it, thinking that he wanted to grab business with him, so he hurriedly grabbed Bai He's wrist and said. "Little girl, five hundred, five hundred is a lot, don't be too greedy. This person faintly threatened Bai He, and after speaking, he looked around the people around, for fear that someone would bid higher than him.

Bai He's heart was very speechless, where did he look very poor. The previous director felt that his family was poor, and this Lao He also felt that he was a poor person at a glance, and now this profiteer also feels that his family is very poor. Bai He glanced down at his dress, no problem, the autumn long-sleeved dress made by his mother herself, because she was still young, she didn't have any jewelry, and her earrings only brought silver cloves.

Should he wear gold and silver in the future to show that his family is rich? Bai He was puzzled.

Bai He pulled his wrist out of the profiteer's hand, and looked at the red marks that appeared after his wrist was grasped, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I don't plan to sell this painting." Rubbing his wrist, Bai He said.

"Little friend, Uncle advises you not to be ignorant of ......" The profiteer had not finished speaking, and suddenly felt that his whole body was empty.

"Eh, you, what are you doing. Four or five people carried the profiteers outside, and everyone skillfully made a way for these people, and a few people walked out of Liu Sange's shop and threw the profiteers out.

"Ouch, you guys, you treat your guests like this! Ouch, ouch, my ass, you're going to lose money!" the profiteer's fat body trembled as it was thrown down.

"Wow, wow, wow. Mr. Zhao walked to the front of the store on crutches, and everyone surrounded him, Liu Sange, and Bai He on the side.

"If you dare to threaten people on our Qurong Street, you are the second. Do you want to know where the first person is?" Mr. Zhao looked at the profiteer who was lying on the ground with a frosty face and sharp eyes like an eagle.

"You, you still dare to kill people!" The profiteer looked at Mr. Zhao and didn't dare to speak, so he could only shift his gaze to others and say.

"We don't kill people, we are not traitors. Come and throw him at the police station. After speaking, Mr. Zhao turned around and sat back in his previous position and blew his teacup.

A few more people came from the crowd watching the bustle, and seven or eight people grabbed the profiteers and walked to the police and procuratorate bureau. A person like this is generally not clean enough to keep him locked up for a while.

Seeing that everyone was about to disperse, Bai He suddenly shouted, "Uncle, you won't be able to lose this bet." Lao He, who had just dispersed and wanted to sneak away, suddenly froze. I can't run anymore.

"You said before, if one of my bunches is true, you're going to give me everything in your stall. Bai He stepped forward and pulled Lao He out.

"Of course, I'm not that greedy, and I don't need that much from you. Just give me the dresser I asked about. After Bai He finished speaking, he saw Lao He take a deep breath.

"Hey, can I be such a stingy person!" is really a fool, and he doesn't know what to value if he asks for something, Lao He smiled secretly, anyway, it's a broken wooden box, just give it.

After getting the jewelry box on the stall, Bai He took out the Nokia that Bai Father had newly bought for him, and called Bai Father and Bai Mother.

"Hehe, the little girl is quite rich. "Seeing the Nokia that Bai He took out, he knew that Bai He would definitely not be a child who stole money, and parents who could buy a mobile phone for such a child would be reluctant to give money to their children?

Bai He smiled perfunctorily at Lao He, the things were already in his hands, and Bai He didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.