In the early morning, Dongcheng Street starts a new day again, and as the sun rises higher and higher, it also becomes more and more lively.

Jiang Hua opened the door of Bao Rong Zhai, cleaned it briefly, then returned to the shop, walked to the Buddhist shrine, lit the incense and bowed three times, and then inserted it into the incense burner - he had developed a habit these days.

Bao Rong Zhai had a good business, selling three antiques in one morning and earning nearly 50,000 yuan.

This is not surprising.

The things in Bao Rong Zhai are good, there are two reasons why the business was not good before, one is that the former Jiang Hua fished for three days and dried the net for two days, and did not put all his mind on the business; the other and the most important reason is that the location of Bao Rong Zhai is not very good, the time to open a shop on Dongcheng Street is relatively short, there is no fame, and there are naturally fewer people who come to buy antiques.

The change began after buying "Lanting Paste Thirteen Babas" - the consequence of spending 20 million is to make people in the antique circle in Ninghua City, whether buyers or sellers, remember their names and those of Baorongzhai.

With fame, business will naturally improve.

Jiang Hua held the tea bowl - unless someone drank tea together, or he was used to using the tea bowl - and looked at the antiques on the shelf as he drank.

"Looks like we're going to have to change a little more, not much. ”

Jiang Hua muttered to himself, his brows furrowed when his eyes fell on a piece of silverware, and he suddenly remembered the old man - several days had passed and there was still no news.

"Could it be that the news was cut off like this?"

Jiang Hua suddenly felt a little irritable, if he just wanted to buy good antiques from the old man, he would cut off the news if he broke the news, but the problem was that he still wanted to inquire about the specific location of the Hongshan Cultural Site from him!

"Grandma, what the hell is going on?"

Jiang Hua walked out of Baorong Zhai, the noon sun hung high in the sky, pouring heat down like a stove, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead after a while.

"It can't go on like this. ”

Jiang Hua took a deep breath and decided that if there was no news tomorrow, he would go to the house in the cornfield to have a look. This matter can't be delayed any longer, Tommy is staring at Xia Yun and is also trying to find a way, in case he gets ahead of himself, he will have to jump into the river to commit suicide, so there is nothing to scruple about now.

"Whew!"

Just when Jiang Hua was distracted, a sports car suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Jiang Hua, why are you in a daze?"

Jiang Hua came back to his senses and found that it was Miao Xue.

"This ...... You drive a car like that?"

Jiang Hua looked at the red sports car parked in front of him and rubbed his nose vigorously.

Miao Xue gives people the feeling that she is a lady - how can a lady drive such a high-profile car?

"I can't drive a car like this?"

How could Miao Xue not understand why Jiang Hua said this?

"Okay. ”

Jiang Hua spread his hands and said, "You can drive whatever car you like, but from the car you drive, you can see that there is definitely a fire buried in the depths of your heart, and I don't know when it erupts, it is a huge volcano." ”

Miao Xue glared at Jiang Hua, didn't answer this, but said, "Jiang Hua, you guessed right." ”

"The matter of "The Female Historian"?"

Jiang Hua's heart moved, and he immediately thought of it.

"Yes. ”

Miao Xue walked into Baorong Zhai and sat down on the sofa, "Takashima Kikujiro arrived at the Fengyun Club in the morning, I told him the appraisal conclusion of last night, and even withdrew the appraisal certificates of Gu Lao and Zhou Lao, but he still insisted on paying the money and taking away the "Female History Zhentu". ”

"Hah!"

Jiang Hua clapped his hands violently and said, "Great, this is really good, this pit finally buried him in it." ”

Miao Xue looked at Jiang Hua, she couldn't speak for a while, how much hatred would she be so happy?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a little carried away. ”

Jiang Hua rubbed his hands and pointed to the white iron stove resting on the yellow clay stove, "I'm boiling water, I'll make tea for you when the water boils." ”

Miao Xue has the urge to roll her eyes, is this embarrassing?

This is obviously very proud, and if there is a tail, it will have to be cocked to the sky at this time.

"Jiang Hua, you knew from the beginning that Takashima Kikujiro was going to buy "The Female Historian", why is that?"

Last night, Jiang Hua said that Takashima Kikujiro would definitely not give up "The Female History of Zhentu", Miao Xue couldn't understand why Jiang Hua had so much confidence.

"There's nothing strange about that. ”

Jiang Hua put a cup of tea in front of Miao Xue, "The devil thinks that "The Female History of Zhentu" is true, otherwise he would not have offered such a high price - people are like this, after such a high price, he in turn believes more and more that "The Female History of Zhentu" is real, and others will not believe anything, not to mention that the devil thinks that after the auction is over, you said that it was fake, and the real intention was not to sell it to him - how could he be willing to give up?"

"But...... Focus perspective is such a simple loophole, he is also a master, how can he still think that "The Female Historian" is real?"

Miao Xue's brows tightened, and a good-looking pimple appeared, which she really felt incredible.

"People who play antiques are sometimes frightened. ”

Jiang Hua picked up the teacup and took a sip, the hot tea scalded his brows.

Many people who play antiques have diseases, and the most common disease is that even if the whole world thinks that the antiques in their hands are fake, they still think they are real.

"The Female Historian" is painted in a focused perspective, which is not easy to find, veterans like Gu Bo and Zhou Fu will make mistakes, and it is not surprising that Takashima Kikujiro does not believe it.

Miao Xue nodded lightly, she looked at it a lot in the antique circle, and she had seen a lot of Jiang Hua's "magic stunt".

"That's a good thing. ”

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "What else is there to say about fake things sold at such a price?"

"Okay. ”

Miao Xue looked at Jiang Hua, "It's really like this." ”

"It won't be long before we can see the exhibition of "The Female Historian" at the Tokyo Grand Museum. ”

Miao Xue had a strange smile on her face.

If it is real, there is nothing to say, and there is no problem with such a painting being used as a treasure of the museum, but the problem is that it is fake, and if it is exhibited, will it mean that it will be disgraced in front of the whole world?

"When it's on display, I'll take a look. ”

Miao Xue raised her eyebrows, looked at Jiang Hua suddenly, hesitated for a while, and said, "You...... You won't point out that "The Female Historian" is fake, will you?"

"This ...... This ......"

Jiang Hua rubbed his nose vigorously, "It's really hard to say about this matter now, maybe someone will interview me at that time, then I may have to say it accidentally." ”

After a long time, Miao Xue sighed, she knew that unless the Tokyo Grand Museum did not exhibit the "Female History Atlas", Jiang Hua would definitely slap her face.

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