"Pick up the leak? This task is a bit difficult, and I can't guarantee that I will be able to complete it......" Han Lao smiled bitterly.

"Khan, Han Lao, don't listen to Brother Wang's nonsense, it's so easy to pick up leaks, we don't have any fixed goals, you are familiar with this place, just help us introduce it casually." Tang Da Shaodao.

"This is easy to do, this antique city, in fact, is the largest antique distribution base in Yuzhou, a bit similar to the glaze factory in the capital."

"It's just that in the past few years, the urban construction plan has planned this place, and the building has been built, but the small traders are gone, and all kinds of shops have popped up."

"And so it became what it is now."

"But, to be honest, it's still not as good as it was a few years ago, a few years ago, basically every few months, someone could pick up the leak, and now, in a few years, as far as I know, there are only two times that people have missed it here, and one time was just a few days ago." Han Lao said.

"A few days ago, that leak, what did you pick up?" Tang Dashao asked.

"It's a Buddhist scripture, the shopkeeper is shallow-eyed, and I couldn't recognize it, but I was picked up by an old friend of mine, this guy is really shit luck......" Han Lao complained.

Obviously, missing the Buddhist scriptures made Han Lao very depressed......

"Tut, old man Han, it's not a good habit to say bad things about people behind your back, you don't have the ability, can you blame God for not giving you a chance?" At this time, a rather arrogant old man, strutting forward, walked over.

There were two people behind him, who happened to be Mr. Bao and the beauty with heavy makeup......

It's not that the enemies don't get together, Nima, this is happening again, but in front of this old man, the middle-aged man seems to be a little afraid, and when he comes, he is holding his sister, and now they are separated......

"Lao Bao, what do you mean by that? To say that you are gone, shit luck is to praise you. Han Lao rolled his eyes and said.

"Praise me? Why didn't I hear it complimenting me? Lao Han, you are really going back more and more, and they all say that you are the pillar of our Yuzhou collection industry, but you have not achieved any results in the past few years, how can you mix it? ”

"But don't mention that you missed a pair of Zhu Zhishan's "Red Cliff Fu", it's been more than ten years, every time I see you, I have to talk about it, you don't bother, I'm tired of listening to it......" Lao Bao said disdainfully.

Tang Dashao suddenly felt amused when he heard this.

Obviously, Han Yiming's reputation in the Yuzhou collection industry is higher than that of this old bag, and this old bag is not convinced, so he deliberately goes against Han Yiming.

This immortal bag just missed the Buddhist scriptures, so he came to Han Yiming to show off......

"You...... Hmph, I won't argue with you, it's been more than ten years since I picked up "Red Cliff Fu", so what? My status in the Yuzhou collection industry is not obtained by picking up leaks, relying on my character, relying on my ability to identify calligraphy and painting! Han Lao said.

"Yes, yes, how powerful you are, you can blow a "Red Cliff Fu" for more than ten years."

"Oh, by the way, aren't you an expert in calligraphy and painting? It just so happened that my son gave me a painting, which he spent tens of millions of dollars to get from the auction house. "Old Bao said.

To show off, this is clearly showing off......

Where is this palm-eye, it's just a special way to show off his wealth, and he still uses him to palm the paintings that he bought tens of millions of paintings in the auction house?

"Hehe, Han Lao, it's good to go and take a look, just take a long time to see, see what this painting worth tens of millions is." Tang Dashao said with a smile.

"Uh, you want to see it? All right. Hearing this, Han Lao sighed and nodded.

If he were alone, he would never go, this old bag made it clear that he was relying on his son to be rich, and he was showing off his wealth......

"Who are these?" Lao Bao looked at a few people and asked.

"Oh, we are from Haishi, and the elders of the family are friends with Han Lao." Tang Dashao said.

He didn't want Han Lao to tell their true origins, after all, Tang Lao's influence was too great, after all, he was the founding general......

Han Yiming nodded when he heard this, since they were unwilling to reveal their identities, he naturally wouldn't talk much to introduce Tang Dashao to Lao Bao.

"Okay, since it's Lao Han's junior, let's come over together, but be careful, don't break the things in my store before I do, otherwise you will have to compensate according to the price." Old Bao Dao.

When Han Yiming heard this, a trace of depression flashed in his eyes......

Although he has a high status, he is not wealthy, and he has the position of honorary vice president among the researchers in Yuzhou.

And this old bag, although in terms of appraisal ability, is far inferior to himself, but he can't stand up to other people's money.

Lao Bao himself opened an antique shop, and his son's business is even bigger, if he has no money, he will not dare to buy a painting for tens of millions to honor his old man......

"Zhai Mingxuan? Good name, calligraphy is also very good. Tang Dashao couldn't help but nod when he saw the name of this shop.

"Hehe, the young man has good eyesight, these three words are given to me by a master in the calligraphy world." Old Bao Dao.

Zhai Ming Xuan is one of the many shops here, but this shop is obviously much larger than other shops, and the decoration inside is more luxurious, and the two huge blue and white porcelain vases in front of the door give people the impression of wealth.

"What about painting? Take it out and take a look. Han Lao said.

"Don't worry, let's have a cup of tea first, Mingzi, go and bring that painting over and let Lao Han open his eyes." Lao Bao smiled.

Earlier, I said that the palm of the eye, which has the meaning of asking for advice, and the opening of the eyes in the back is the contempt of Chiguoguo......

Tang Dashao frowned when he heard this, this old guy's character is not very good.

"Bao Lao, are you the shopkeeper here?" Tang Dashao asked.

"Well, I'm the one who opened this store, how about it? Not bad, isn't it? "Lao Bao looks very proud.

"Yes, yes, yes, but I'm curious, since you always open a store, how can you still pick up leaks?" Tang Dashao asked.

"Hehe, who said you can't pick up leaks when you open a store? My shop can sell and buy, buy and sell, and this business can only make money. Lao Bao smiled.

"Isn't it just fooling a person who doesn't know how to do it? I'm embarrassed to say. Han Lao said disdainfully.

"Someone who doesn't know how to do it? Han Lao, what do you mean? Tang Dashao asked.

"A few days ago, someone came to sell Buddhist scriptures, saying that they were family heirlooms, and no one wanted them to sell them in a few places, but they were taken by this old man at a glance and offered 30,000 yuan."

"This sutra is the true handiwork of the Zen master of the line, and the estimate is at least 300,000 upwards, the surname of the monk is Zhang, and the person is also surnamed Zhang, and it is estimated that he is his descendant." Han Lao said.

"Zen Master Nhat Hanh? This is one of the top ten monks in ancient China, and his authentic works, 300,000 are few. Tang Dashao nodded.

"Yes, it's just fooling a person who doesn't know how to do it, and I'm embarrassed to say that I missed it." Han Lao said disdainfully.

"Hey, I said Lao Han, what you said was a bit too much, what do you mean by fooling?"

"The kid surnamed Zhang, holding the Buddhist scriptures, no one wanted the three families in front of him, and finally I got it, which shows that the previous ones didn't see it, and I saw it, this is my cleverness!"

"Besides, when I asked him how much he wanted to sell, he opened his mouth to ask for 50,000, and I returned to 30,000, shouldn't it be too much?" Old Bao Dao.

"Something worth 300,000 yuan, people sell it for 50,000 yuan, do you still want to pay back?" Bowen is not angry.

"Boy, what do you know? You can tell you that you haven't done business at a glance! ”

"He wants to sell for 50,000 yuan, if I directly agree to win, that person will definitely feel that he has lost money, and he will definitely increase the price, or even ask for a sky-high price? Why should I bother myself? ”

"Counter-offer is just a tactic, you know?" Lao Bao said disdainfully.

Bowen heard that he wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Wang Jun.

He is also in business, so he naturally knows the rules of doing business.

Naturally, different strategies should be used for different people, and if he were the owner of this antique shop, he would definitely do the same.

"The painting is coming." By this time, the guy in the store had already brought the painting.

"Hehe, everyone, come and see." Lao Bao smiled, took two pairs of gloves over, brought one by himself, and handed the other to Han Yiming.

Lao Bao opened the box, took out the ancient paintings, and slowly spread them out.

Han Yiming also put on gloves and looked at the painting carefully, and when the scroll was only half opened, he couldn't help but exclaim: ""Snow Mountain Cold Forest Map"? ”

"Hehe, it really deserves to be the top calligraphy and painting appraisal expert in Yuzhou, it is a level, this painting has not been fully opened, you will recognize it, that's right, it is "Snow Mountain Cold Forest Map"!" Lao Bao smiled.

"Where did you get your son?" Han Yiming said enviously.

He is an expert in calligraphy and painting, and it is natural that among all the antiques, his favorite is calligraphy and painting.

Seeing such a painting is naturally a joy to see......

"Snow Mountain Cold Forest" is one of the representative works of Fan Kuan, a painter of the Song Dynasty, one of the three major landscape painters of the Northern Song Dynasty.

It's just that Tang Dashao glanced at Wang Jun meaningfully when he saw this "Snow Mountain Cold Forest Map", and it just so happened that Wang Jun also glanced at him......

"This thing is good, it's much stronger than your "Red Cliff Fu"." Lao Bao smiled.

"Ahem, can I interject?" Wang Jun deliberately coughed lightly.

"Hehe, do you have any opinions?" Lao Bao asked proudly.

"Takami? There is no high opinion, but there is a little bit of ...... low opinion," Wang Jun said.

"Oh? What do you mean? Lao Bao's face instantly became a little unsightly, is this guy here to make trouble?

"Because I also have such a picture of "Snow Mountain and Cold Forest" at home, which is exactly the same ......as this one," Wang Jun touched his nose and said.

The moment he saw this picture, the reason why he and Tang Dashao glanced at each other was because there was also such a painting in his father's treasure house......

Now there is another one, and it is clear that one of these two paintings must be fake......

"What? Do you have one at home? What do you mean? You're saying I'm fake? Lao Bao broke out in an instant, and the calf's big eyes stared at Wang Jun, with an unkind face......