[[[CP|W:250|H:190|A:L|U:http://file2./chapters/20152/2/3400333635585134794822500251670.jpg]]]] "Then Brother Han Chong, you are optimistic, if you are optimistic about this painting, we will trade?" ”

For the sake of prudence, Han Chong continued to paint, and took a look, this picture of Master Fu Baoshi's boat sleep, the horizontal axis is 114 cm long, and the vertical axis is 67 cm. The organic integration of poetry and painting, the artistic conception is quiet and super-elegant, especially the characters portrayed in the work are full of expression, meticulous, and the whole painting is completely better than the artistic conception.

How to say that Master Fu Baoshi is a generation of masters, his paintings cannot be imitated by ordinary people, this one must be the real work of Fu Baoshi.

Han Chong was relieved.

"No problem, then Boss Hu, you are also optimistic about the Liuye Zun bottle."

"I'm already optimistic. No problem. Hu Zhonghua had a sly smile on his face, and he would turn around and force his composure before he took out an agreement that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Brother Han Chong, although everyone in our industry relies on trust, it is safer to write an exchange agreement in black and white, no, in order to trouble me, I have already prepared it before, you and I only need to sign it, press a handprint, then my boat sleep picture is yours, and your Liu Ye Zun bottle will automatically become mine, Brother Han Chong, you think there should be no problem with this, right?"

Han Chong was new to the antique circle, where had he experienced this kind of scene, but since it was an exchange, it was nothing to write an agreement, Han Chong didn't think much about it, and immediately agreed.

"Yes."

"Okay, Brother Han Chong is really happy, then let's sign, I'll come first."

Hu Zhonghua said that he had already written his name on the two agreements.

The next second, he handed the pen to Han Chong, and Han Chong was about to write, when at this time, there was a knock on the door.

This is a knock, but the door is not closed at all.

This knock on the door was out of the courtesy of the visitor, Han Chong naturally turned to look, and in an instant, the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a click.

Yo, guess who's coming?

It was the migrant worker brother who sold Pixiu just now.

"Ah, it's you, brother?"

When Han Chong saw that the migrant worker brother was called a kind, it was like seeing his father.

And when the migrant worker brothers saw Han Chong, it was like a mouse seeing the annoyance of a cat, his face was horizontal, and he turned around and ran.

"Brother, hey, don't go. You hate me so much? ”

Han Chong doesn't care about the transaction on his side, and being able to meet the migrant worker brothers again, that is the fate that he has exchanged for looking back five hundred times in his previous life, and Han Chong will not allow this fate to pass by him again.

Han Chong rushed out to chase after him, Hu Zhonghua clenched his fists fiercely behind him, and he had already cursed in his heart: Rub, it's just a little bit worse.

You poor old hat, migrant worker, why does this come to a bad thing.

However, he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and Hu Zhonghua was already winning, so he could wait for this time, and wait until the personal grievances between Han Chong and the old hat just now were resolved.

Han Chong will definitely come back, and by that time, this Willow Leaf Zun bottle will not be able to run away from 10,000.

Han Chong chased him out, that speed would never allow the migrant worker brothers to escape, and he was of course faster than the exhausted migrant worker brothers who were in good health.

After running for a short distance, the migrant worker brothers estimated that they were also tired, so they squatted down directly and begged for mercy, panting heavily, blushing and thickening their necks.

"I said big brother, I have no grievances with you, you let me go, I won't sell it to you, I beg you to stop torturing me, I'm not a liar. Do I send four lines? ”

"I'm old and young, and there's a treasure in the bed, I can't afford to hurt it."

The migrant worker brothers chattered and begged for mercy, don't you say it, from this moment to the next few minutes, Han Chong was obsessed with this migrant worker.

Why are you so handsome.

Especially his catchy little paragraph just now, which made Han Chong think that he was a genius.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, I was wrong just now, I blamed you for taking you for a liar, but now I am also to Tianfa Si, I want to sit down and have a good chat with you with a very sincere heart. Of course, you don't think of me as a friend, but please don't treat me as an enemy, at least don't run away when you see me. ”

For the sake of Han Chong and Chen Ken's admitting mistakes, the kind hearts of the migrant worker brothers immediately forgave the former.

After shaking hands, Han Chong was able to know that this migrant worker brother was called Zhou Peihai, an excavator driver at a nearby construction site.

This Pixiu of his was dug up from the construction site the day before yesterday.

Digging up a new article.

said that Zhou Peihai didn't know how to deal with it when he first dug it up, because it was the first time he encountered this kind of thing, plus 10 years, the state has not been too strict in this regard, Zhou Peihai has no consciousness to hand it over at all, and he thinks that what he picked up is his own.

As it should be, he has every authority to deal with it.

However, Han Chong knows that all the cultural relics that have not yet been discovered, including those on the ground and underground, and the cultural relics that do not have the right to belong belong to the state.

Of course, this is under the law of integrity, and Han Chong swears that this is indeed the case.

But from the perspective of others, Han Chong would rather be a legal idiot at this moment, and he didn't feel that doing so was heinous.

At least, half of the antiques handled by peers in the antique circle are obtained by shoveling the ground.

That's where the word "violence" comes in.

This phenomenon is also recognized by the antique industry.

The blame can only be blamed on the fact that the state has not had particularly mandatory restrictions on this kind of thing, and it cannot be eliminated in the strict sense.

But when Han Chong faced this kind of thing for the first time, he recalled a few years later that he had done the right thing.

"Brother Zhou, since you treat me as a friend and tell me the truth, I must also tell you the truth. Although you dug up this Pixiu of yours, it does not belong to you in the strict sense. If you insist that it is yours and want to sell it, then you can only say that this Pixiu is your personal and there is no such thing as digging it out of the construction site. ”

"And." Han Chong pushed his heart and said. "Now we don't know if your Pixiu is real or not, if it's jade, or if it's something else I said before. If you want to sell, the person who may buy it should also be cautious, because it may involve the crime of reselling cultural relics. ”

Han Chong didn't scare Zhou Peihai, he swore that every sentence and word he said could be used as evidence in court, and not a single comma would be changed.

Zhou Peihai didn't know it before, but now he is a little confused.

But all in all, Zhou Peihai still wants to sell.

"Brother, I heard what you said in a daze, I don't understand the law, I only know, my family is waiting for me to get the money back, my mother is bedridden and has no money for medical treatment, my children have no money to study and eat, I work on the construction site, the boss can't deduct our wages, we look for the government, the government is perfunctory, I dug up such a thing, just thinking that I can sell it for some money, I see hope coming, you call me this..."

"Or, brother, you can take this thing from me, please."

Zhou Peihai's eyes were red and swollen, and he grabbed Han Chong's hand and didn't let go.

Looking at his painful appearance, Han Chong really couldn't bear it.

Yes, Han Chong also had such a day, his parents worked on the construction site, and every time he paid his salary, he had to go to Yan to beg the foreman, who was the boss's lackey, and sometimes he didn't care about the life or death of the workers, and many wages could not be paid. Zhou Peihai was like his own relative at the moment, Han Chong gritted his teeth and made a decision.

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