There were also people in the crowd who saw that Wu Hua was not big, and kindly persuaded him: "Little brother, think about it more, since people dare to put the plate in front of so many people, then good things can't be seen by chance, you are still young, there is no need to use your parents' money to waste." ”

"That is, children, don't spend their parents' hard-earned money."

Liu Dongmei also came up and pulled Wu Hua and said, "What the uncles said makes sense, let's go buy clothes." ”

Wu Hua looked at the thing on the table and was silent, if it was according to the price of the posterior collection more than ten years later, the antique would be sold for at least a million dollars, and he would take it down no matter what he wanted this time.

The middle-aged man saw that he had been on the table for so long and had not yet been moved, so he glanced at the people around him, and Wu Hua looked a little interesting, waved his hand, and pretended to be generous: "Forget it, little brother, since you are the first to speak, then the uncle will make an exception today and let you start at a hundred yuan." But let's talk about the ugly things first, if you choose a fake, don't play tricks here. ”

"Good!" Wu Hua readily agreed, took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the man.

"Good luck, good luck, choose it."

Wu Hua deliberately showed a hesitant and nervous expression on his face, but he was happy in his heart, that thing had been firmly remembered in his heart, and he would never choose the wrong one.

"This kid is really going to end, it's really fearless who don't know." The people around shook their heads, wanting to choose good things from the hands of these people who ran the rivers and lakes, and the probability was lower than buying Mark Six lottery.

"I guess when he goes back later, his parents will chase him ten streets with sticks." Someone quipped.

"A hundred dollars to buy a lesson, it's a bit expensive." The people around him decided that Wu Hua was destined to choose a fake, and even the uncle had a smile on his face, not afraid that his good things would be selected away.

However, when Wu Hua took a few more steps, the smile on the uncle's face gradually became unnatural, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes stared at the back, and he kept muttering in his heart: Don't go forward, stop for Lao Tzu.

It's a pity that he can't shout these words.

I saw Wu Hua walk to the end of the field, pick up a landscape painting and slowly unfold it, it was rolled up when it was originally placed there, it was very inconspicuous, but when it was unfolded, it was one meter six long, eighty centimeters wide, and the mountains were painted with mountains and mountains, there were clear streams below, and there were winding paths leading to the top of the mountain between the mountains, and there were a few cottages on the mountainside.

Look at the paragraph, Juran, the name of the painting is "Autumn Mountain Asks the Road".

Seeing the word Juran, Wu Hua naturally remembered the famous painter of the Northern Song Dynasty, with countless paintings, especially the most expressive landscape paintings, his landscapes, outside the peaks and mountains, down to the forest foothills, the secluded stream in the painting, the bending lingering belt, the bamboo fence hut, the broken bridge and the dangerous stack, the refreshing lover. In addition to the composition of some northern landscape paintings, these expressions also lie in the fact that Juran's brushwork tends to be coarse, and the paintings exude a strong moist atmosphere.

More than ten years later, some people have worked hard to get a huge painting, and a pair of "Xishan Lanruotu" was even called to a sky-high price of millions.

Looking at the "Autumn Mountain Asking Question" in his hand, Wu Hua was overjoyed in his heart, his face was still a little nervous and hesitant, and he whispered: "I'll choose this, is it okay uncle." ”

The uncle chuckled in his heart, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he tried his best to calm his mentality, revealing a kind smile: "Little brother, are you sure you have chosen?" ”

"Little brother, you see him smiling so treacherously, he must want you to choose this, you must not be fooled." Someone kindly reminded you.

The uncle glanced at the source of the voice.

Liu Dongmei said suddenly: "No, when you look at his eyes, on the surface, he wants you not to change, but in his heart he wants you to change, and ordinary people stop abruptly when they think of this, but ...... What he really meant was that he wanted you to change. ”

"I'll your grandma's legs." The uncle scolded in his heart, although he was stunned by Liu Dongmei's illogical words, but he still understood the final meaning, just don't let him change!

Looking at Liu Dongmei's anxious appearance that she couldn't speak clearly, Wu Hua's heart warmed, and he held her hand and said softly: "Don't worry, it won't be wrong." ”

"Uncle, I want this, please get to the bottom of it." Wu Hua's tone was resolute.

"Congratulations to the little brother, with a vicious eye, I actually took a fancy to this "Autumn Mountain Asking Dao Tu" at a glance, yes, it is indeed the true work of Juran in the Northern Song Dynasty." For the sake of future business, this uncle did not show his face to Wu Hua, and explained honestly, but won the trust of the surrounding audience.

"Yo, let's take a look, this little brother seems to be an expert." The eyes of the people around me began to slowly change.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Little brother, I bought your painting for 2,000 yuan, which is 20 times your cost, and you have made a lot of money." ”

"I know that this is the true work of the master of the Northern Song Dynasty, and I want to take it for two thousand, little brother just knows the goods better than you, how to say it, it has to be three thousand, little brother, I will give three thousand five, sell me."

The venue turned into an auction.

"I'll give four thousand."

"Four thousand five."

"Don't fight, I'll give six thousand!"

The brothers looked at this scene, excited and excited. The eldest Sun Lei put his hand on Wu Hua's shoulder, "Third child, it's okay, if you go back, it's like a different person, you are about to become a living immortal." Listen, someone has 6,000, let's sell it. ”

Several other people also looked at it with admiration, and the people around them were envious, and some even regretted dying, why didn't they make a move earlier.

But Wu Hua directly rejected these bidders, joking, this thing can be sold for hundreds of thousands, or even millions of things in the future, how can it be sold for a few thousand yuan now.

The whole venue was silent for five seconds, and a voice with a slight vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded: "Little brother, I will pay 10,000 yuan for this painting of yours, can I sell it to me?" ”

Everyone was shocked, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at the source, this is 10,000 yuan in ninety-three years, and many poor people can't earn money in a lifetime.

Wu Hua also followed the prestige, only to see that in the crowd, I don't know when there was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, wearing a light blue Tang suit, who was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Isn't this the boss of Guilin Xuan, he actually came to join in the fun, is this painting really so precious?" Someone exclaimed.

Guilin Xuan? Wu Hua thought for a while, and suddenly remembered, isn't this what he meows about, Zhang Guilin, the owner of the jewelry store on this street? On this street, they also belong to the very rich category.

But even if it was him, Wu Hua had no intention of selling. Today's antique market has not really been played, and it is very unwise to sell it at this time.