Liu Shuyi jumped into the store, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the store was a little unusual.

Yang Deng was wiping the counter with a rag with his head down, Zhang Chunlai was sorting out the antiques on the shelves, and Mengzi was cleaning the floor with his head down.

It's business as usual.

However, the atmosphere is indescribably weird.

What's wrong?

Liu Shuyi shook her head and walked to Mengzi's side, and pestle Mengzi with her elbow: "Brother Mengzi, why do I think something is wrong?" ”

Mengzi snorted, didn't raise his head, and continued to clean the ground.

What the hell is going on?

Liu Shuyi smiled and came to Yang Deng's side again, and jumped suddenly: "Sister Deng, morning." ”

"Morning", Yang Deng responded, turned around and went to wipe another counter.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you speak? Liu Shuyi noticed something strange, standing cross-legged in the open space in the middle of the store, and her tone of voice was also menacing.

"Hehe, why is the little girl so angry, who provoked you?" A burst of laughter came from the doorway.

Looking over, I saw a white-haired old man walking up the steps with a smile under the false support of a middle-aged man, and the person who spoke was the white-haired old man, with a kind face.

There is a guest ****.

Mengzi looked up, and it turned out to be an acquaintance, and the middle-aged man who was supporting the old man was the customer who bought the pickle jar the day before yesterday.

Mengzi hurriedly handed the broom in his hand to Liu Shuyi, and greeted him with a smile with his sleeves: "Uncle De, you are here, please sit inside." ”

For guests who have ever traded, the memory of Takeko has always been good.

The person who came was Gao Mingde, he said hello to Mengzi with a smile, and helped the old man into the store: "Teacher, what I am talking about is this store, you come in and have a look, I guarantee that this trip is worthwhile." ”

The old man smiled and pushed away Gao Mingde's support: "I'm not old enough to be supported." ”

Gao Mingde smiled and withdrew his hand: "Even if the teacher is old, he should be old and strong." ”

The old man scolded Gao Mingde with a smile, and asked casually, "You bought that lotus pot here?" ”

Gao Mingde replied with a smile: "Yes." ”

The old man nodded, looked around the store, and nodded with a smile: "Not bad." ”

The old man looked at the fierce man who was standing aside, and asked with a smile, "Young man, how much did the lotus pot he bought here cost?" ”

"Huh?" Mengzi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Gao Mingde.

Mengzi clearly remembered that the pickle jar was sold to Gao Mingde for 3,000 yuan, but he just didn't expect the old man's mind to jump so fast, and he didn't react for a while.

Gao Mingde secretly stretched out five fingers and winked at Mengzi.

Mengzi understood, smiled and said, "Five thousand yuan." ”

Gao Mingde coughed violently.

At this time, Tang Dou was walking out of the reception room, and happened to see this scene, so he hurriedly greeted him, and said with a smile from afar: "Don't listen to his nonsense, old man, I received Uncle De when he came over the day before yesterday, and we offered a price of 1,000 yuan for that lotus pot, and finally it was sold for 500 yuan." ”

Gao Mingde's face showed a knowing smile, and he nodded to Tang Dou secretly.

The old man glanced at Tang Dou and smiled slightly: "The young man is quite clever, but it's a pity that he didn't tell the truth." ”

After that, the old man glared at Gao Mingde sideways: "It's as much as it should be, my retirement salary is enough to buy some small things, you don't need to deceive and fool me, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back." ”

Gao Mingde smiled awkwardly: "The teacher is teaching, but you have taught us for so many years, you must always give us disciples a chance to fulfill our filial piety, right?" ”

The old man smiled slightly, stared at Gao Mingde and said, "I am already satisfied that you can come to see my old man in your spare time from work." ”

Gao Mingde hugged the old man's arm: "Teacher, isn't it right to be filial to you." Let me introduce to you, this is the owner of this shop, Tang Dou, Boss Tang, this is my teacher Mr. Zhou, we made a special trip from Huangpu City, do you have any old objects that you are reluctant to put out. ”

"Hello Mr. Zhou." Tang Dou bowed to Mr. Zhou in a proper manner.

Tang Dou invited Mr. Zhou to the reception room for tea, and Mr. Zhou smiled and waved his hand: "No need, young man, you all go and get busy, I'll take a look in the store casually, and if you like something, I'll greet you." ”

As he spoke, Mr. Zhou had already walked steadily towards the broken Ming Dynasty spinning wheel, Tang Dou smiled slightly and lowered his body to dodge the road.

Uncle De nodded at Tang Dou and walked towards the spinning wheel after Mr. Zhou.

Tang Dou hesitated for a moment, and walked straight to Yang Deng, who was wiping objects.

Although Yang Deng didn't look up, she keenly felt that someone was approaching her, and she also guessed who the person who was approaching her was.

Tang Dou stopped two steps behind Yang Deng and shouted softly, "Yang Deng." ”

Yang Deng straightened up and turned to Tang Dou, his face expressionless: "What does the boss command?" ”

In an instant, the distance between the two people seemed to be suddenly widened infinitely.

Tang Dou smiled bitterly, took out the folding fan from his pocket and handed it to Yang Deng, the jade gourd fan fell under the folding fan and dangled like a swing.

Yang Deng frowned slightly, and asked coldly, "What do you mean?" ”

Tang Dou said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, I won't return this fan to you, you're right, what I paid for is mine." It's just that others in our store are not good at gemstone antiques, since you said that this fan pendant is an inherited object, I want to ask you to help me find out the inheritance of this fan pendant. ”

If a good object can be clearly inherited, then the value of the object will be doubled, which is a truth that everyone in the antique industry understands.

Yang Deng hesitated, said 'yes', and reached out to take the folding fan in Tang Dou's hand.

At this time, Mr. Zhou and Uncle De were walking past the two of them, but Mr. Zhou, who should have passed by, stopped, stared at the folding fan in Yang Deng's hand for a moment, and said with a slight smile: "Little girl, can you show me this fan?" ”

Yang Dengwan smiled: "Of course, old gentleman, please sit here." ”

Mr. Zhou smiled and sat on the Taishi chair next to the Eight Immortals table under the guidance of Yang Deng, while Uncle De stood respectfully behind Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou smiled slightly, pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Mingde can also sit." ”

Gao Mingde thanked him before he dared to sit down.

Tang Dou secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart, in this day and age, I am afraid that few people can respect teachers like Uncle De.

Liu Shuyi quickly brought two cups of tea and put them in front of Mr. Zhou and Gao Mingde.

At this time, Yang Deng respectfully placed the folding fan in his hand in front of Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou smiled slightly, but he didn't rush to get the fan, but turned to Gao Mingde on the side and said, "Mingde, you are an expert, you can see it first." ”

"Huh?" Tang Dou, who was standing behind Yang Deng, opened his mouth wide in surprise.

What kind of person is this old man, he didn't even get started, and he recognized at a glance that the pendant of this folding fan was made of jadeite.

Gao Mingde bowed slightly to Mr. Zhou, and did not shirk: "The disciple has trespassed." ”