Chapter 60: Will You Pick Up the Leak?
stayed in Jiangcheng for half a month, Zeng Xiaowei and Li Beibei got tired of being together every day, and after an appointment for a while, Zeng Xiaowei came to Jiangcheng to work, and the two stayed together......
Buy your train tickets in advance and get ready to return to Que.
Early that morning, Zeng Xiaowei and Li Beibei went on a date in a park in Jiangcheng, and Li Fumeng was called by Lu Wan to play badminton together in school, and he was sweating. Lu Wan put away the badminton racket and said calmly: "Go take a bath, I'll take you to a place." β
"Huh?"
"You'll know when you go."
"I'm going back to the hotel again, it's too much trouble."
Lu Wanxin hesitated for a moment, "Let's go to our dormitory to take a shower, but you are not allowed to think or look around." β
Li Fumeng laughed and said: "Don't dare to think or look around, I don't want to become a eunuch." β
Lu Wan couldn't help but be happy when she heard this, "Virtue! β
Bus No. 8 shuttled through the city, away from the high-rise buildings, and came to an extremely secluded old city, Li Fumeng got off the bus and followed Lu Wan, and walked into the deep alley with little traffic, and saw countless stalls placed in a mess, which was actually an antique market in Jiangcheng, and couldn't help but be surprised, Lu Wan was still interested in antiques?
Lu Wan stood or squatted in front of the vendors, looking at all kinds of antiques, like a connoisseur, which made Li Fumeng worried, antiques are not something that ordinary people can play, don't listen to what the stall owner said, these things are fakes, and there are very few real antiques.
Picking up leaks is not something that anyone can pick up.
"Boss, how much do you sell this blue and white Pisces?" After looking at more than a dozen stalls, Lu Wan finally took a fancy to a jade pendant made of blue and white porcelain, and held it in her hand and observed it repeatedly for a long time before asking the price.
The boss is a thin man, and he is happy to see this, and he is finally about to open.
"The little girl really has a vision, this piece of blue and white Pisces is a work in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, from the hands of famous artists, it is used by the ancients as a token of love, it is very symbolic, and this piece of Pisces is well preserved, it is definitely a rare treasure, and it is best to send friends to ......"
Lu Wan interrupted him impatiently, "I know, you just say how much money to sell." β
The man stretched out three fingers.
Lu Wan frowned, "Boss, don't lie to people, your blue and white porcelain Pisces is a fake at first glance, if it is genuine, it will cost tens of thousands." β
The man seemed to be insulted, "Little girl, don't talk nonsense, I, Huang Laojiu, do business with credibility, how can I sell fakes." β
Lu Wan snorted disdainfully: "Eight hundred for sale? Sell it and I'll buy it. β
The man shook his head, and said in his heart that this little girl is not easy to fool, the blue and white Pisces was bought from a farmer, and it has been in the antique market for five years, and few people are interested, and he is now a little unsure of the authenticity.
Lu Wan got up and walked around the antique market, and Lu Wan took Li Fumeng to this stall again, "Boss, will you sell another hundred?" β
The boss is also a human spirit, and secretly thinks in his heart, this little girl must not understand antiques, it is estimated that she wants to buy a fresh boyfriend, she is now at a good price, or will she sell it? Five years of no one caring, it should not be genuine.
Seeing that the boss was silent, Lu Wan got up and said to Li Fumeng, "Let's go back." β
Li Fumeng nodded with a look that should have been like this a long time ago, what are you little girl tossing around in the antique market, can you afford these things......
The boss suddenly said, "Little girl, don't go, why don't you add more?" β
Lu Wan was very hesitant, and it took a long time before two words popped up: "One thousand." β
"A little more." The boss expects to be the way.
Lu Wan shook her head, "No more." β
"One thousand two, if you want to make a deal."
Lu Wan pondered for a moment, looking extremely unwilling, and then said whimsily: "Okay, it's one thousand two." He took the blue and white Pisces pendant, put it in his pocket very casually, smiled and counted the money and handed it to the man, secretly happy in his heart, "Hmph, I also missed it, go back and tell Grandpa SΓΉ, see if he still underestimates me!" β
The man also licked his saliva on his index finger with a smile, counted the money twice, and was also happy in his heart, "Hahaha, I bought it for 50 yuan in 99 years, and sold it for 1,002 in five years, and I made it!" β
Buyers and sellers alike are getting complacent.
Li Fumeng was dumbfounded, one thousand two, he bought an ironclad fake antique, Miss Lu Wanlu, do you dare to be a little more extravagant? I didn't see that you are the kind of white rich beauty, living in an ordinary four-person room, wearing civilian clothes, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like a child of a rich family!
In the milk tea shop outside the school, the two sat opposite each other, Lu Wan drank two sips of coconut-flavored iced milk tea, and then took out the blue and white Pisces pendant, "The boss is right, this blue and white Pisces pendant is indeed from the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and it is a token of the ancients' love, but most of them are ordinary people, and rich people use jade pendants." β
"Well, and then what?" Li Fumeng didn't understand this at all.
"This Pisces is not from a famous family, but there are not many in the world, and it is estimated that it can be sold for 10,000 yuan." Lu Wan's expression changed instantly, and she said as if there was really such a thing.
Li Fumeng was almost fooled by her, "Cut, who believes!" Holding his head in his hands, he looked at Lu Wan playfully, "You have money and no place to spend it, and your idle eggs hurt...... Uh, a nest of eggs hurts! β
Lu Wan was at a loss, not knowing what Li Fumeng meant by this, and said without mind: "If you don't believe it, forget it, anyway, I will buy this blue and white Pisces for one thousand two, and it is worth one thousand two at the earliest, just as you helped me that night, and we will not owe each other anything in the future." β
So that's the case, Li Fumeng took the Pisces pendant and said lightly: "It seems that I didn't suffer a loss that day, I'm happy to ......."
Lu Wan glared angrily, "You are not allowed to mention it again, as if it never happened!" β
Li Fumeng shrugged, "Anyway, I'll leave tomorrow, no one else knows except Wang Chuan and the girl, I don't think they will say it, you can rest assured." β
"I'm not talking about this, it's the ...... you see me in the dormitory."
It turned out that what he cared about was not the first kiss, Li Fumeng smiled, "Okay, I don't say it, I just want to." β
"Get out!" Lu Wan honestly and unceremoniously threw the dried milk tea cup on Li Fumeng, turned her head and shouted, "Boss, have another cup, oh no, three cups!" He turned around and said, "You give money, hum!" But he couldn't help but have a secret smile in his eyes, and Li Fumeng didn't notice it face to face.
At the station on the second day, Li Beibei and Zeng Xiaowei were reluctant to give up, looking at each other and not giving up, a poignant picture of a ten-mile long pavilion sending Lang Jun away.
Lu Wan said calmly to Li Fumeng: "That blue and white Pisces Pei is so good to clean up, by the way, my grandfather's name is Lu Daosheng, you have the opportunity to go online Baidu to know that I didn't lie to you, that Pisces Pei is definitely true." β
it!
What is the situation, so that I Baidu the elders of her family? Could it be that this girl is really a wealthy family? But it really doesn't look like it.
ps: About antiques, in fact, I don't know much, if there is something wrong, please point it out, I must revise it, well, these chapters are not to make up the number of words, the growth of pig's feet does need a person who understands antiques.