Yi Chuan, who was walking on the road, still looked a little dazed until now.

took out the pale yellow ICBC VIP card in his pocket again, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a moment, Yi Chuan finally determined that his borrowing action was really successful!

Thinking of Bai Jinyan's arrogant appearance when she handed her bank card, Yi Chuan was a little angry. At that time, Bai Jinyan was arrogant like a queen, and she was like waiting for the queen's favor - Bah, Bah, she was like a courtier who was charity by the queen, Yi Chuan felt that his weak heart was hurt by 10,000 points, but for the sake of the Internet café, Yi Chuan still decided to endure it.

Bai Xiaoniu's words were so annoying, and now Yi Chuan still feels that he was insulted by her with money-

"There are 10,000 pieces in it, and the password is six ones. You don't have to pay back this money, it's your hard work to write songs for me! ”

What is hardship pay?

What does it mean that you don't have to pay it back?

Could it be that I, Yi Chuan, am a person who covets other people's money? Who do you think of me? Yi Chuan still can't let go.

Besides, it's worth 10,000 yuan for me to write a song? You also look down on me too much? Hmph-unless the white chick promises it, then she may still be reluctant to accept it.

Thinking of this, Yi Chuan's heart suddenly resurfaced an ambiguous scene of the two pressing together, Bai Jinyan's body fragrance, the soft and smooth touch on the girl's body and the amazing elasticity of her delicate body all made Yi Chuan, who was still a fledgling in this life, feel fluttering and difficult to hold himself.

"Huh-huh-" let out a few rough breaths, Yi Chuan smiled bitterly, and sighed secretly: I am really still "young and vigorous"!

White chick, wait for me, one day you will have to fall under my jeans!

After comforting himself with Ah Q's spiritual victory method, Yi Chuan went directly to the bus terminal in Yinchuan County. More than three hours later, at one o'clock in the afternoon, Yi Chuan arrived in Tianhe City.

Standing at the gate of the Tianhe City Bus Station in 2000, looking at the slightly dilapidated buildings and streets in front of him, Yi Chuan sighed secretly in his heart.

At this time, the economy of Tianhe City is still ranked in the last few of Donghai Province, the rapid development of Tianhe City is from the end of 02 to 08 years, just six years has been among the top five economic cities in Donghai Province, and so on to 10 years is the total economic volume jumped to the second second, second only to the provincial capital Tianhai City.

Retracting his thoughts, Yi Chuan looked at the somewhat strange and familiar city in front of him, and his heart was mixed. In his previous life, Yi Chuan did not stay in Tianhai after graduation, but insisted on coming to Tianhe City to start a business, and after a few years, not only did the business fail, but also lost all the money earned by Yi's father in the fruit business.

Today, in 2000, when he came to the city again, he was destined to be the same!

Tianhe City, wait for me, when I come again, I want you to tremble under my feet!

The silent Yi Chuan's eyes were like knives, looking at the crowd and the tall buildings looming in the distance, and he issued another ambition in his heart.

Yi Chuan, who hurriedly ate something to fill his stomach and found ICBC to withdraw 5,000 yuan, rushed to the Tianhe City antique market non-stop.

It is said to be an antique market, but in fact it is just a street, and the local people in Tianhe call it "antique street". The Tianhe Antique Street in 2000 is far from the scale of the previous 15 years, according to Yi Chuan's visual measurement, the street is about 500 meters at most.

It was just over one o'clock in the afternoon, and it was the time when the sun was at its hottest. Standing in front of the archway at the entrance of the street, Yi Chuan's eyes slowly fell from the "Tianhe City Antique Market" on the archway to the two rows of shops full of ancient style.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Yi Chuan walked towards the antique street - I hope the painting is still there!

Half an hour later, Yi Chuan, who looked a little disappointed, walked out of the ninth store. He shook his head, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and continued to search for the next store.

After another hour, Yi Chuan's face became a little ugly when he came out of a shop called Okosai.

Although there are not many calligraphy and paintings imitating the Bada Shanren in the shop pù he has seen, there are still some of them. But it is all landscape scrolls, even if there is a painting of birds and beasts, Yi Chuan can see at a glance that this is copied by later generations, and the copying is really flattering.

What made Yi Chuan most angry was that the owners of these antique shops saw him as a fledgling, and either fooled him with ancient scrolls and fakes, or ignored him, in their opinion, what kind of antiques did a little guy with no hair all know?

After calming down, Yi Chuan began to walk towards the next store. Looking at the sun at the end of the street, I'm afraid it's already past three o'clock, right? Hurry up.

Another half an hour passed, and Yi Chuan found two paintings that made him a little wobbly. One is called "Spring Outing" and the other is called "Moshan Flying Birds", one has spring, the other has birds, and the two ancient scrolls seem to have a trace of ancient rhyme, which makes Yi Chuan both relieved and a little frustrated.

For some reason, Yi Chuan had a feeling in his heart that the true handiwork of the Bada Shanren was still ahead!

It wasn't until Yi Chuan entered a small shop with a somewhat shabby decoration that he suddenly had some inexplicable expectations in his heart.

As far as the eye can see, the shop is filled with wooden shelves filled with all kinds of antiques. Pens, inkstones, snuff, lion's heads, porcelain vases, and all kinds of utensils are dazzling.

The most speechless thing is that this small shop pù is not spotless like the shops that Yi Chuan visited before, but no one has cleaned it for a long time, and it is full of dust.

A thin old man wearing thick reading glasses and holding a big brown cigarette pouch saw Yi Chuan come in, his eyelids blinked, and he pointed to Yi Chuan with a passage hanging on the wall: "Zhuhai picks up shellfish and fish, and the truth and falsehood distinguish between good and evil." ”

Yi Chuan looked at it and smiled.

This old man is really interesting!

Looking up again, there are indeed horizontal batches on the two lines of words - no counteroffer!

After reading this nondescript couplet, Yi Chuan's eyes narrowed when he retracted his gaze - he had an inexplicable feeling - what he was looking for might be here!

Thinking of this, Yi Chuan's eyes began to search seriously little by little in this room of only thirty square meters. Gradually, Yi Chuan's face became more exciting-the price of this small shop is really dark!

A small inkstone can be priced at a thousand!

And looking at some aura, there are a lot of ancient scrolls with a price tag of tens of thousands! This is at least several times higher than other shops that Yi Chuan has seen!

Seeing this, Yi Chuan was a little puzzled, the painting of the Bada Shanren in his previous life only cost 3,000 yuan when it was bought, but the ancient paintings hanging on the walls of this small shop are generally between 3,000 and 5,000, and there are almost no less than 3,000.

Yi Chuan's eyes became a little puzzled, and before he knew it, he had walked to the corner of the hut, and when his gaze inadvertently swept over an ancient yellow painting in the corner, he knew that his first step was to win the bet!

The ancient painting is more than three feet long and less than two feet wide. Compared with the landscape painting scrolls that are often several feet in size next to it, it is really a bit low-key. The painting scroll is colored with ancient ink, and the corner composition, because no one has patronized the corner for a long time, it is covered with a layer of light dust, the light mountains and distant waters, the birds leap on the branches, and a few strokes give people a kind of artistic conception of the dust in the empty valley.

With just a glance, Yi Chuan had already determined that this was the true trace of the Bada Shanren he was looking for. Looking down, Yi Chuan saw the inscription on it, and he was more sure of his inner thoughts.

"Spring Bird Picture" - there is spring and birds, which is completely in line with my memory.

But when he saw the price, Yi Chuan's face became wonderful again.

5000！

That's a good price.

Yi Chuan, who thought about it for a long time, didn't know why the price of this "Spring Bird Picture" had become 5,000, and he didn't know if there were any unpredictable changes in this painting, but he knew that he had to gamble on himself!

If you don't succeed, you will be a benevolent! - **** Ya!

With a horizontal heart, he picked up the scroll and walked directly to the old man who was still pretending to be asleep, Yi Chuan tried his best to pretend to be calm, and asked, "How much is this painting, I want it!" ”

The old man rolled his eyelids, glanced at the scroll in Yi Chuan's hand, and glanced at Yi Chuan with some doubts, as if he was a little suspicious of why a plainly dressed young man was interested in such expensive calligraphy and paintings.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "5000." ”

After speaking, the old man no longer paid attention to Yi Chuan, and didn't care whether he bought it or not, and continued to sleep by himself. After all, in 2000, 5,000 yuan is a lot of money.

Yi Chuan frowned slightly, then stretched out, and took out a stack of money in the old man's somewhat surprised gaze

But at this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the door.

"Little brother, antique calligraphy and painting are not ordinary items, this thing needs eyesight and professional knowledge. As soon as you hand over the money, it's too late to regret it! ”

"You say yes, right? - Mr. Wu? ”

The man's voice was haughty, with mockery and unconcealed anger, and his gaze swept over Yi Chuan's body and fell on the old man lying on the rattan chair.