Fang Yan is like a tiger hunting patiently. He finished his cigarette and glanced back at the pawnshop. In the room, the chubby big brother was talking to an old man, gesturing with his hands in the air.

"Let's go!"

Four people entered the door and saw only two arguing.

“1000。 ”

"3500! is the lowest, and it won't be sold if it is less. "The fat man seems to be losing ground and giving another price.

"Just 1000. "The pawnshop owner is an old man in his 60s, with short hair, very short stature and a wrinkled face. His little eyes blinked, not letting in the slightest.

"Do you understand the? This is a Martin guitar. ”

"Hey, it's when, not selling. Do you understand?" the boss smiled gently.

The fat brother was a little discouraged and said, "I'm here to sell." ”

"Oh. There are all musical instrument stores over there, so you can sell them. ”

"I ......"

The fat man froze.

Yuan Yuan and Xia Mo wandered around the pawnshop. The shop area is not large, and the decoration is antique, which is quite tasteful. Against the wall is a circle of glass counters, filled with jade, gold and silver, diamonds, jewelry, bags and other luxury goods. Everything has a price tag that flashes in the lights.

More like a sophisticated second-hand shop.

Yuan Yuan had never been to the pawnshop, so she asked in a low voice: "These are all done by others?"

"Yes. Xia Mo thought about it and whispered. "I guess there are a lot of things, all of which are unknown. ”

Fang Yan and Yang Zhenyu both stared at the guitar.

On the table, the black leather case was open, and the guitar was lying inside, the color of wood, and there were many large mottled marks on the front panel, many of which were painted off, and some of which were peeled. The guard on the top is gone, and the steel strings on the neck are loose and rusty. The frets wear out quite a bit.

It's miserable.

It's a real Martin guitar, but it's old and worn. Fang Yan thought that if the panel did not crack, this piano could still be saved.

I don't know why, he thinks this guitar is very attractive.

Very close.

Fang Yan searched on shopping websites and found a guitar of the same model, with a price tag of 20,500. He showed the fat man his mobile phone and said, "Martin OM28, a very classic guitar, the market price is about 20,000." ”

"Hey, there's someone who knows how to do this!" the fat man asked excitedly, glancing at his phone as if he had found a savior. "Dude, do you want to buy it, I'll sell it to you cheaply!"

"How much?"

“5000！”

Litter. Yang Zhenyu scolded secretly, turned around and walked away. He didn't like this person the most, he was still asking the owner of the pawnshop for 3,500 just now, and now he saw that Fang Yan was interested in buying it, so he sat on the ground and increased the price.

The boss sneered, ignored them, and sat back behind the counter.

Fang Yan was not angry at all, he picked up the guitar, looked at it carefully, carefully put it back, and asked with a smile: "Do you know why the piano store doesn't accept your piano?"

"Why?"

"It's almost useless. The cost of repair is also very high, it is too much trouble, and it may not be able to be repaired. It's repaired, and it is estimated that it will not be sold. The appearance is too bad. How many years have you been playing this instrument?"

The fat man was a little disappointed, wiped his sweat, and said impatiently: "It's been many years, do you want to sell it to you for 3,500 yuan!"

Fang Yan quickly found the fat man's psychological price and said, "Two thousand five." ”

“……”

Yang Zhenyu's eyes widened. He wasn't surprised that Fang Yan really wanted to buy this piano, but his voice changed. The three words "two thousand five" are like pronouncing a triplet, plain, indifferent, and a little emotional.

Talking, is it also music?

The fat man was silent for a while, and suddenly showed a hideous expression, smiled indifferently, and said, "Chengcheng, 2500 sold you, take the money." ”

"Wait a minute, where did you get this instrument?"

"Where did ......you come from? He, his old man left behind. The fat man sighed with a sad face. "Alas, if I hadn't been cornered, I wouldn't have been willing to sell this instrument. You add a little more, 3000, okay?"

Fang Yan shook his head.

In prison, Fang Yan had seen all kinds of people, and he instinctively felt that this fat man was not deceiving. But he felt a little awkward in his heart. After the death of his parents, he guarded his parents' relics and cherished each of them.

This fat man ruined his father's guitar like this, and he has to sell it, and this person is really good enough.

The fat man asked, "How about online trading?"

"Yes. Yang Zhenyu said. He couldn't understand why Fang Yan wanted to buy a guitar that was similar to a corpse, but he finally did something.

Fang Yan carefully checked the guitar again, no problem. He wanted to put it back, but suddenly he saw a not-so-thick sheet music under the case, so he pulled it out.

The sheet music is a blank stave, full of notes, a piece copied by the original owner of the guitar, stroke by stroke, very neat. Fang Yan handed the sheet music to the fat man.

"What?"

"This is the guitar owner's score, you can keep a souvenir. ”

The fat man flipped through it, threw it on the table casually, and sneered: "My dad has been a fool all his life, and he knows how to play the piano, and no one has listened to him for many years." In the end, I got a cancer, and I lost all my family, leaving me with nothing. Well, keep it for yourself. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Add a little money. 3000 percent? Guitar, and scores. ”

Fang Yan was already furious when he heard this, he held back his anger and said with a smile: "Cheng." For your father's sake, piano, scores, 3,000 yuan. ”

"Oh, then I thank you. ”

The information on the phone is: piano, sheet music, 3000. Yang Zhenyu paid, the fat man was expressionless, didn't stay for a second, pushed the door and left.

"Shenma thing!" Xia Mo endured for a long time, scolding angrily.

"Son of a. The boss sighed on the side, and said to Fang Yan. "Young man, you gave him money, and he turned around and gambled, and it was not good. ”

Yuan Yuan walked over and looked at Fang Yan closely: "Are you angry?"

"No, I just think his father is too pitiful. ”

The boss said, "The owner of this guitar lives in this area, I've seen it." He was angry with his own son. ”

“……”

The boss said that this fat man's family background is very good. Unfortunately, in his early 20s, he became addicted to gambling and went around stealing money from his home to gamble. His father was hospitalized with cancer, and he actually quarreled with his father to borrow his father's money to go to the casino to turn over the book. A year after his father's death, the fat man sold almost everything in the family, owed a lot of debts, and left the house unsold.

Out of the pawnshop, the four people were not very happy. They ate fried noodles at a roadside restaurant, fried squeaks, slipped meat, slapped cucumbers, and took the bus to Bar Street together.

Fang Yan carried the piano, felt very down-to-earth, and said, "I'll let Lao Liu take a look at this guitar in a while." ”

"Lao Liu, what does he know!" Yang Zhenyu was very disdainful.

"Lao Liu...... Well. ”

On the second floor of the Nameless Tavern, everyone gathered around a table. Lao Liu sat behind the desk, looking at the bright light, looking at the guitar over and over, a pair of clean hands caressing the wood, and was silent for a long time.

"Lao Liu?"

"This is not Martin OM-28, Xiaoyan, you are mistaken. ”

"Huh?"

Lao Liu pointed to the serial number and explained slowly: "This is a limited box piano issued by Martin Company in 1987 30 years ago, and there are very few surviving now, no more than 50 pieces." In Asia, there may be 4 or 5 of them. How much did you buy it?"

"3000 pieces. ”

"Oh. Lao Liu nodded blankly, very emotional, and said. "Jiangdong is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Alas, I can't touch this kind of good thing. ”

Fang Yan thought, if you don't go out all day long, where will you meet.

Xia Mo asked, "How much is it worth?"

"It should sound the same as the OM-28. If it is a collection, it is more than 10,000 US dollars. I'm willing to pay 80,000 for it, up to 100,000. ”

Several people were messy. Yang Zhenyu's little heart beat suddenly, and he also picked up the guitar to look at it carefully.

Inadvertently, they picked up a big leak.

Earn like crazy!

30 times the profit!

This guitar is a treasure, and it must sound good, if it wasn't broken. Fang Yan wanted it to come back from the dead. He asked Lao Liu: "Can it still be repaired?"

"Of course. ”

"I'm asking, it's as well restored as it sounds. ”

Lao Liu looked at the ceiling, thought for a long time, and said, "...... Yes. ”