In about ten minutes, Masaki withdrew 10,000 yuan from the bank just in case and walked to the stall where he came. Just a short distance from the stall, but found that there were four or five middle-aged men gathered in front of the stall, as if they were arguing about something, and Qi Lao also stomped his feet with a red face.

Zhengji hurriedly stepped forward, and as soon as he walked to the front of the stall, he heard Qi Lao's somewhat angry voice: "Who are you people, and why are you doing this? I told you that someone ordered this wood carving, and you still don't follow it?" Do you understand the rules?"

A yin and yang voice came from one of the men: "Old man, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, where is the person you are talking about?

Qi Lao was just about to speak, and Zhengji's faint voice came: "Who said I ran away? You can jump out of these things if you take any money, do you know whether you come first and come later", Zhengji squeezed the man in front of the stall and walked to Qi Lao's side and said.

Qi Lao took a breath and explained to Zhengji: "Not long after you left just now, this group of people came, looking at the noodles, unlike the old people in our market, they also took a fancy to the carving, I told them that you had already booked and went to withdraw the money, but who would have thought that this group of people had to buy it, so they quarreled like this."

Masaki glanced at the other party and said, "Did you hear it, I'm the one who took the money, and I want to be kind when I do things," After speaking, he handed five thousand yuan to the boss.

A man with a black mole on the corner of his mouth led by the other party suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhengji's wrist and said: "What if you booked it? 5,000? We will pay 10,000 yuan, and the one with the highest price will get it", after speaking, he glanced at the boss and said: "10,000 yuan, buy your root carving, twice as much as him, do you do it or not", and looked at Zhengji provocatively after speaking.

As soon as Masaki shook his hand, the other party felt a strong force, and his hand was shaken off by Masaki.

The stall owner sat in front of the stall with some hesitation, after all, with the purchasing power at that time, 5,000 was not a small number, and no one would turn a deaf ear to 5,000.

Qi Lao sighed, glanced at the stall owner, and said: "Wang boy, I have known you since the first day you did business, you know what is the most important thing in doing business, but don't be blinded by lard."

The stall owner sat in front of the stall, his face was cloudy, and his heart was even more entangled, he glanced at Qi Lao, suddenly gritted his teeth, pushed the wood carving into Zhengji's hand, and said: "Qi Lao is right, this wood carving, you can take it for five thousand." ”

Qi Lao's face was light, and he looked at the stall owner with satisfaction and said, "Wang Xiaozi, my old Qi really didn't misunderstand you, you are a character."

When several men around heard the stall owner's choice, they were in an uproar and were about to step forward to make trouble, but Zhengji stopped in front of Qi Lao, glared at each other angrily, and secretly prepared for the writing wheel.

Suddenly, there was a commotion around, and everyone followed the prestige, and several people with badges on their arms came over, and it turned out to be the caretaker of the market.

"What's the matter? What is the trouble? A square-faced manager at the head asked, seeing Qi Lao, he suddenly became polite and said: "Yo, Qi Lao, you are here, and you are looking for a treasure again? The seal you gave me last time was really good, and I sold it for a big price."

Qi Lao stepped forward with a smile and said, "Xiao Liu, which of the things I have seen is wrong, by the way, these people are making trouble in the market and interfering with normal trading."

Captain Liu's face turned cold and he stepped forward and asked, "Is that so? Who are you?

The man with a mole on his face hurriedly stepped forward with a smile on his face, handed over the cigarette and said, "Misunderstanding, let's go," he also knew that it was impossible to do it, and there was no use in civilian clothes to stay here.

Captain Liu didn't take the other party's cigarette, but said righteously: "Misunderstanding? It's good to misunderstand, if you make trouble, you will inevitably be detained, and you will be dispersed if you have nothing to do."

The mole man walked out of the market gate with his men.

After Captain Liu exchanged a few more words with Qi Lao, he went to another place to inspect.

Zhengji glanced at the stall owner who was a little painful, smiled, took out another five thousand from his pocket and handed it over and said, "Brother Wang, since you are so particular, then I can't let honest people suffer, this money is under your hands."

The stall owner Wang looked at the money handed over by Zhengji in a daze, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Qi Lao sighed and said, "Wang Xiaozi, since Xiaozheng gave it to you, you can accept it, don't worry, he won't suffer, he will still earn." ”

The stall owner accepted it, and at the same time asked Qi Lao curiously: "Old man, do you mean that my wood carving is more than this price?"

Qi Lao sat down with a smile and said: "Of course, maybe it's providence, let this kid choose first, I originally thought he would choose something else, but I didn't expect him to choose this wood carving at a glance, this wood carving is not simple."

Zhengji asked curiously: "Old Qi, then you tell me, I also rely on luck."

Qi Lao took the Maitreya Buddha root carving, wiped a few times with his thumb on the face of Maitreya Buddha, although he could not wipe off all the oil stains on it, but he could already vaguely see its original face, this Maitreya Buddha statue has a wide forehead, eyes slightly closed, a smile half opened, two big ears hanging on the shoulders, bare chest and abdomen, cross-legged and bent humerus, the body reclined on a cloth bag sitting, the right hand on the knee, a leisurely and comfortable expression.

Qi Lao said: "You see this carving, this work is finely carved, the knife is skillful, and the whole line is natural and smooth, indicating that the person who carvers it must be a skilled artist, even from the carving is a rare masterpiece."

Qi Lao said, turned the root carving over again, pointed to the position at the bottom and said: "Look again, the back lines and stripes of this root carving reveal this luster, the annual ring pattern is twisted, the subtle is almost invisible, and there is no scar on it, you know, the general roots are scarred, like this, generally only rosewood has."

"You look at the color again, with some purple and black tones, deep and quaint shape," Qi Lao said and put the root carving on his nose and sniffed it, and then said: "There is also a faint fragrance, you can conclude that this is a small leaf red sandalwood, and it is very old, because the older it is, the stronger the purple and black is."

After Qi Lao finished speaking, he looked at the two people who were fascinated by the listen, smiled slightly, carefully handed the root carving to Zhengji, and said: "Xiao Zheng, you are a big deal to send this treasure, Xiaoye Rosewood can not only nourish the spirit, but also calm the mind, you are very attentive to this elder, I really envy your elder."

Zhengji took the root carving and smiled happily, it seems that his trip was really not in vain, this root carving is just right to send Song Lao.

The three of them chatted for a while, and when Masaki saw that it was not too early, he was about to leave.

When the stall owner saw that the political minutes were leaving, he hurriedly asked him to wait, and found a wooden box of similar size from his tricycle and said: "Brother, take this wooden box and put it, it looks good and is safe, next time you have good things, you will definitely keep it for you."

Zhengji nodded, put the root carving into the quaint wooden box and said, "Thank you, Brother Wang, I will definitely look for you next time."

After speaking, Zhengji shook the root carving in his hand, and then said goodbye and left.

Walking out of the antique market, Masaki passed through an alley, and he keenly felt that someone seemed to be following him, so he was always vigilant around.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in my ears, and a wooden stick smashed from the back of Zhengji's head with lightning speed, and it was about to hit Zhengji.

Masaki had already prepared, the red three-hooked jade glanced back slightly, and the other party's every move was in his control, and when he saw that the wooden stick was about to hit him, he gently took a small step to the left, it was this small step, and it was exactly the same as letting go of the wooden stick, and the wooden stick was grazing the tip of Masaki's nose and fell, and he could feel the whirring wind.

The person who came probably didn't expect that Masaki would be able to dodge the blow he had been planning for a long time, because of the smashing in the air, his arm also flashed, and he didn't run away with a hit, but shook his bye arm on the spot, and shouted and scolded: "Stinky boy, I can't see it, I'm quite alert, brothers, all come out, the idea is a little prickly."

As soon as the words fell, four men walked out of the corner of the alley, smiling viciously towards Masaki.

Zhengji saw at a glance the origin of those people, it was the person who grabbed the root carving with himself in the antique market, and couldn't help laughing and said: "I didn't expect you to really die and not change, and if you can't buy it, you have to rob it?"

The man with a mole on the corner of his mouth smiled and said, "It's just that you have too little eyesight, and it will not be long before you honestly let it to me, how about it? How about letting it be for me now? I am a serious person, it is better to buy it or not to rob it." After speaking, he slowly surrounded him and put pressure on Zhengji.

Zhengji looked at them, unmoved, just slowly put the root carving in his hand in the corner of the wall and said: "It's impossible to sell it to you, if you want to grab it, don't blame me for being rude."

When the men around heard Masaki's words, they looked at each other, laughed out loud with "hahaha", and the mole man held his waist and said: "I've seen self-confidence, I've never seen such a confident one, in that case, brothers, go on."

As soon as the words fell, one of the men took the lead in rushing up with a wooden stick, waving it towards Zhengji, Zhengji was not in a hurry, and every detail of the person's movements was clearly seen in his eyes, and in a moment, he stretched out his hand and slashed at the man's wrist with a palm, and at the same time avoided the heartfelt feet of a person behind, and gently hooked the man behind him with his right foot, and the two screamed at the same time, one of the wooden sticks had been taken off, and the other person was tripped and fell to the ground.

Zhengji's action did not hesitate at all, as early as the moment when the wooden stick was taken off, he stretched out his right hand to catch it, and waved the wooden stick with a swing, and smashed the left fist man into the side ribs, the man instantly lost the ability to resist, and gently squeezed his left elbow into the arms of the man on the right, the man wowed, was hit in the stomach, squatted on the ground and retched, and at the same time flew up and kicked the man who was seized from the wooden stick to the ground.

In the flash of light, Masaki had already put the four of them on the ground, and only the black mole man led by him stood on the periphery holding the cigarette in his hand and kept it in his mouth, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, until the smoke burned his fingers to him.

Masaki bent down and picked up the wooden box, and slowly walked in front of him without saying a word, the black mole man couldn't see Masaki's eyes behind his sunglasses, but his intuition made him dare not move, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't expect to accidentally plant a big heel.

Zhengji staggered, and waved a palm to the back of his neck, of course, he would not let go of this kind of open and secret robbery, the man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, fainting.

Masaki looked around, no one noticed this, he patted the dust on his body and walked out of the alley.

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