"Why are you again? These days, your stall has been complained by tourists several times, and it is net to cause us trouble. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The manager wearing the red armband does not buy his face, and the peddler is greedy for small bargains and does not do business with integrity, and is often complained about by tourists.

"Brother Wang, why are you elbowing outward. These outsiders broke my things and beat people, you can't ignore them. The hawker was immediately anxious when he saw that the security officer was not on his side, and he had to ask Qin Fan and them to compensate for the loss, and if they didn't pay compensation, they wouldn't let him go.

Seeing that the hawker was pestering and the wicked person sued first, Zhou Mo suddenly became angry, "Hey, when did the buddy start beating you, it was you who dragged the girl and didn't let go." If you dare to stop you again, we will accuse you of indecent manners. ”

The security officer of Lao Cai frowned, for fear that the matter would cause some trouble, so he coldly scolded the vendor, "Okay, if your things are not broken, you can't make people pay for it." If you keep messing around, don't set up a stall here in the future. ”

Hearing this, the peddler's donkey temper came up at once.

"Okay, you guys are ganging up to bully me, I'm fighting with you."

As he spoke, the vendor who set up the stall suddenly pulled out a stick from under the stall and threw it towards Qin Fan and Zhou Mo.

Generally, tourists who go out are reluctant to cause trouble, and even if they are slaughtered, they will choose to swallow their anger many times, and over time they will get used to the stinky temper of this vendor. If you don't agree with each other, you will be beaten with a stick.

Syllable!

Qin Fan and Zhou Mo didn't expect that this peddler would suddenly hit someone, and Zhou Mo was caught off guard by a stick on his back, screaming in pain.

"How do you hit someone!"

Lin Anqi was startled and hurriedly went to check the injury on Zhou Mo's back.

Seeing that Zhou Mo was injured, Qin Fan was also a little angry, and kicked the stick in his hand into two.

"Ahh

The peddler took a few steps back, but his center of gravity was unstable and he knocked over the stall directly, smashing the wooden ornaments and the bookcase and ancient books on the stall.

"Ouch! You little bunny dares to beat your grandfather. ”

The red-eyed hawker saw that the stall was smashed and was about to rush up to fight with Qin Fan, but he was dragged away by the security guards of the old street.

"That's enough, isn't it a shame. You all come with me to the police station and explain this. ”

Seeing that the matter was getting bigger, these security officers wanted to take him to the police station, and the hawker began to panic, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his head.

Just now, the vendor saw that Lin Anqi was a girl and was easier to bully, so he wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail her and take advantage of it.

Who knew that it had caused such a big incident, in case Qin Fan and Zhou Mo were to investigate to the end, even if he was not kicked out of the old street, he would have to be detained for a few days.

"Brother Wang, I'll clean up the stall, and I'll go with you."

At this time, even if he wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, it was impossible, so he could only honestly clean up the stall, thinking that he would say a few soft words to Qin Fan and them not to pursue it.

The group came to the police station, and the police in the station made a record, and the person who made the record found a doctor to examine Zhou Mo's injuries.

Although Zhou Mo grinned in pain, the injury was not serious, it was just a skin injury. You can't even reach a minor injury, just rub some safflower oil.

As for the hawker who beat people, he was not detained by the police, but he was ordered to compensate Zhou Mo for his medical expenses.

As soon as he heard that he was going to lose money, the peddler's face suddenly became bitter, "I have dozens of yuan on me, or I will pay you a few pieces of goods on the stall." ”

This vendor is a bachelor, he has enough to feed the whole family, and the money he earns from setting up a stall every day is basically all eaten and spent, and he has no savings.

Seeing that the injuries on Zhou Mo's body were not a big deal, Qin Fan did not hold the hawker accountable. Besides, this peddler has also been punished, and he doesn't want to continue to set up stalls in the area of Tunxi Old Street in the future.

At this moment, Qin Fan noticed an old bookcase used to hold ancient books, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

This old bookcase was collected by the vendor from a down-and-out family, and it was not worth much, and seeing that Qin Fan was interested, he simply compensated him for this worthless old bookcase as a medical expense.

"It's really bad luck today, I got a stick for no reason."

Back at the hotel, Zhou Mo sighed with a resentful expression. The point is that he was beaten but didn't even pay a dime, so he came back with a pile of broken wood, and he was depressed.

"Don't say it, Lao Mo, your stick is worth it." Qin Fan played with the old bookcase in his hand and said mysteriously.

"Qin Fan, what do you mean by this?"

Yang Shihang and Lin Anqi saw that Qin Fan had something to say, and they didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so they asked inexplicably.

"The secret is in this old bookcase."

The old bookcase in Qin Fan's hand looks like a small wooden box, which was specially used to place rare books in ancient times. But now the old bookcase is empty, not even a piece of paper. It also looks terrible, with signs of moth-eaten and mold, and looks shabby.

"What's wrong with this broken bookcase, is it still a treasure?"

Zhou Mo held the old book box and read it for a long time, but he didn't see any clue, and he was confused.

"Qin Fan, don't sell it, tell us about it." Lin Anqi asked impatiently as if she was curious about the baby.

"There's nothing special about this old bookcase itself, but there's something hidden in it."

As he spoke, Qin Fan stretched out his hand and groped inside the old bookcase for a long time, found a gap in it that was not easy to find, and gently pushed it to remove the wooden board on it.

"Hey, there's another layer in this bookcase."

Seeing that Qin Fan had removed the wooden board on the outside of the old bookcase, Yang Shihang and Zhou Mo both widened their eyes, curious to know what was hidden in the old bookcase.

After discovering the dark compartment in the old bookcase, Qin Fan pulled out a yellowed codex from it as if by magic.

"It looks like a letter, but who wrote it?"

The codex is relatively well preserved, and the ink on it looks very clear, and at the end of the letter there is a reference and a red clay stamp.

Zhou Mo squinted his eyes and saw that the word "Shi'an" was written at the end of the codex, but he didn't quite know who this Shi'an was.

"You may not be familiar with Shi'an, but when it comes to another name of this calligrapher, you must know it. This stone nunnery refers to Liu Yong of the Qing Dynasty. ”

"Liu Yong? Why does this name sound so familiar? Zhou Mo thought for a while, suddenly remembered something, patted his head and suddenly realized, "By the way, this Liu Yong is the prime minister Liu Luoguo on TV." ”

Back then, Prime Minister Liu Luoguo's TV series was popular all over the country, Qin Fan remembered that when he was young, this TV series was often played at home, and it can be said that he never got tired of watching it.

"Fanzi, the words on this piece of paper were really written by the prime minister Liu Luoguo? Are his words valuable? ”

Zhou Mo only knew that Liu Yong was a senior official of the Qing Dynasty, but he didn't know much about Liu Yong's attainments in calligraphy. In his opinion, if this codex is Liu Yong's authentic handwriting, it may be quite valuable.

"Liu Yong was one of the four great calligraphers of the mid-Qing Dynasty and was known as the prime minister of thick ink."

Liu Yong's calligraphy is characterized by full ink, thick and dignified, and strong and vigorous. Therefore, there is a saying in the calligraphy world that Liu Yong's calligraphy is called "ink pig", which at first glance looks like a round little fat pig.

"The ink on this codex is quite consistent with Liu Yong's calligraphy characteristics, which should mean that Liu Yong's handwriting is not fake." Qin Fan had already used the golden treasure pupil to identify it, and the pen and ink on this codex should be written by Liu Yong himself.

Yang Shihang glanced at Qin Fan in surprise, as if he was a little surprised that he knew so much, and couldn't help but feel a little curious about Qin Fan in his heart.

However, she didn't notice that she had never been curious about men of the same age around her before, and Qin Fan was still the first.

"Fanzi, tell me how much this Liu Yong's words are worth."

Zhou Mo was not interested in calligraphy, and was anxious to know the value of this handwriting by Liu Yong.

"According to the market of antique calligraphy and painting in recent years, Liu Yong's authentic works are very marketable, and the price will not be too low. The market price of this codex should not be less than 100,000. ”

"One hundred thousand?"

Hearing this price, Zhou Mo almost jumped up from his chair. He never thought that he would be beaten with a stick and earn 100,000 yuan at once.

This 100,000 yuan is nothing to Yang Shihang and Lin Anqi, two rich girls, but it is a huge amount of money for Zhou Mo, who was born in an ordinary family.

"Zhou Mo, my grandfather practiced calligraphy, and his family collected a lot of calligraphy from well-known calligraphers. Why don't you give me this codex, and I'll give you a hundred thousand. Yang Shihang suddenly opened his mouth to buy the Liu Yong Codex in his hand and give it to her grandfather.

"This ......"

Zhou Mo scratched the back of his head and glanced at Qin Fan hesitantly, as if he wanted Qin Fan to give him some advice.

"Lao Mo, the class flowers are kind enough to help you, so you can transfer the codex to her." Qin Fan saw that Yang Shihang wanted to help Zhou Mo, an old classmate, and stood on her side to persuade her.

Since Qin Fan said so, Zhou Mo was not embarrassed, and gave this codex to Yang Shihang.

"Hey, I knew that I could earn 100,000 yuan with a stick, and my buddy would be happy to take a few more hits." The haze in Zhou Mo's heart was swept away, and he said beautifully.

Qin Fan smiled, rubbed his fists and said ill-intentionedly, "It's simple, just let me beat you a few times." ”

"Help!" Zhou Mo screamed miserably, pouted and ran back to the hotel room.

At night, Qin Fan was watching TV in the hotel room when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Qin Fan thought that Zhou Mo, who had gone out to buy beer for supper, came over, so he went over and opened the door.

But the moment he opened the door, a smell of wine came to his face, and then a fiery delicate body threw himself into his arms.

"Huang Xiaowen?"

To Qin Fan's surprise, it was Huang Xiaowen who came to knock on the door of his room at night.