Dongshi, this is the second time Yu Zhiqian has come to this place today, it is getting late, the pedestrians around him are starting to become more and more, and everyone's footsteps are starting to get faster, as soon as the time comes, Dongshi will close, and if you want to buy things, you can only wait until the next day.

Zhang Xiaojing stuffed a cake in his mouth, played with a small toy from a stall, and asked while paying: "Your Highness, the store we went to before we went?" Or do you want to find a new one? ”

"How do you still have money?" After Yu Zhiqian watched Zhang Xiaojing take out the money from his purse, the whole person was stunned, he was so poor that His Royal Highness the Prince was a dog, and the guy opposite actually had money to buy things.

Zhang Xiaojing shook his purse after eating the Hu cake: "Son, this is Liu Bei's purse in Dali Temple, we didn't give money before in Fengyue Xiaozhu!" ”

"White prostitute?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, don't buy it, you want to go down and have that one you know who collects calligraphy and paintings! It's almost time for the East Market to close! ”

"Come with me!"

Yu Zhiqian followed behind Zhang Xiaojing, turned around and came to a small shop, and pointed: "Childe, this shop also accepts calligraphy and paintings, and the price is generally a little lower than outside!" ”

"Black shop?"

"No, it's a store for some private goods, some are stolen goods, some are dead people's things, this painting you brought, Son, it is estimated that few people in Chang'an dare to accept it, there should be no problem with this one!"

Yu Zhiqian nodded, it is true, the things with the prince's seal and the private seal of the Seventh Prince are really not something that ordinary people dare to collect, the ghost knows where this thing came from, if something happens, it may be unlucky.

Looking at this shop carefully, it is located on the edge of the East Market, surrounded by shops that are almost doing some gray industrial business, and the surroundings are very calm, and occasionally people passing by are in a hurry.

"But don't worry, this store doesn't dare to hack me Zhang Xiaojing!" After finishing speaking, he kicked hard at the door: "Open the door, open the door!" ”

"Tap, tap, didn't your mom teach you to knock softly on someone's door! Believe it or not, I'll break your dog's leg! ”

After Zhang Xiaojing kicked the door hard for a while, there was a response from inside the house, the sound was very loud, but the middle qi was insufficient, it sounded like a guy whose body was hollowed out, and it belonged to the kind of very empty.

"Come on, don't knock, this special mother is the gate of the Han Dynasty, if you kick it, you can't afford to pay it!"

The sound drew closer, and finally with a creaking and unpleasant turning sound, the door, which seemed to have not been opened for hundreds of years, finally opened, revealing a withered yellow face, most marked by a black mole the size of a thumb growing on the chin, and a few well-groomed hairs hanging down from it.

The overall image looks like a traitor played in an old TV series, and it doesn't look like a decent character no matter how you look at it.

But when he opened his eyes slit, he saw Zhang Xiaojing standing at the door, and immediately slammed the door shut, and Zhang Xiaojing kicked it hard, and the door opened.

"Zhang, Zhang, Zhang Xiaojing, didn't you enter Dali Temple? Are you going to be beheaded, you, you, why are you here! ”

"Grandpa, I'm not dead yet, I'm not here to trouble you, don't be nervous, the door is open!"

"Ah, good!"

Zhang Xiaojing walked up to Yu Zhiqian: "Childe, this is called Changmao, no one knows what the specific name is, the owner of this shop!" After finishing speaking, he walked in with Yu Zhiqian.

"You're waiting at the door!" Yu Zhiqian was accompanied by guards when he went out, but Yu Zhiqian was also a face-saving person, and it was impossible for him to sell the things that Lao Qi had from the pit in front of his guards.

After entering the store, it looked like an ordinary storefront, but there were some tattered jars and jars, Yu Zhiqian curiously picked up something that looked a bit like Aladdin's magic lamp and took a look.

"This son, be careful, be careful! This is a new product that just came, the things of King Lanling hundreds of years ago, they are valuable, if you break it for me, you will compensate me! ”

The long-haired little eyes squinted, and he said to Yu Zhiqian with some panic, as if this thing was really some valuable treasure.

After Zhang Xiaojing glanced at it, he directly took the thing in Yu Zhiqian's hand and looked at it in his hand, after Changmao saw it, he immediately shut up, never mentioning what kind of treasure this is, Zhang Xiaojing snorted coldly, and slammed this thing like Aladdin's magic lamp to the ground.

"Zhang Xiaojing, you, you, you!" The long hair was so frightened that he blew his beard and glared, and the long hair on his chin was blown up.

"Something from hundreds of years ago, right? Is it an item from the Lanling King? As he spoke, he stomped hard, staring at the long hair in front of him.

Yu Zhiqian's brows also frowned slightly, feeling that this Zhang Xiaojing was a bit of a bully, but the next sentence immediately changed Yu Zhiqian's opinion.

"Childe, I've seen this thing since the year I was a bad handsome, this guy, valuable things will never be placed here, and the ones that are placed at the door are all for some people to pick up and take a look, and then he makes a little move, intimidating, if he doesn't hold it steady and falls, he will open his mouth to blackmail! Playing this little trick on my head, Long Hair, are you too long! ”

Changmao was so frightened by Zhang Xiaojing that he took two steps back: "That, Zhang, Zhang, Zhang Xiaojing, I am, it's just habit, I really didn't dare to pit you, I really didn't dare to pit you!" ”

"My friend is scared of you by you, you can watch it!"

"Ah, that's easy to say!"

Long Mao immediately rushed to the back of the counter, took out a small box, and took it with a smile on his face, Zhang Xiaojing weighed it and put it in Yu Zhiqian's hand: "Childe, this is an apology!" ”

Yu Zhiqian nodded and accepted it silently, although he didn't know how much money was in it, but it wouldn't be too little.

After taking Yu Zhiqian around, Chang Mao passed through a small courtyard and came to a room, compared to the darkness in the previous room, it was much brighter, and there were still a lot of ornaments around.

When he entered the door just now, Zhang Xiaojing reminded Yu Zhiqian: "Childe, most of the things in this room are real, but some of them are fake!" ”

"Hmm!"

Yu Zhiqian has a rough idea in his heart, and sure enough, there is no businessman or traitor, this long-haired performance is very similar to the ** businessman in later generations, and even surpasses it, sure enough, no matter what era it is, black-hearted businessmen will always exist.

"Zhang Xiaojing, let's get down to business, why are you coming to me, just forget it if you ask for news, I just went back to Chang'an, and I don't know a lot of news about Chang'an!"

Yu Zhiqian glanced at the long hair that was touching his long hair: "We have a piece of writing that needs to be shot, I don't know if you can accept it here!" ”

"Words? Whose? Liu Gongquan or Wang Xizhi's? ”

Yu Zhiqian shook his head with a smile, and then took out the words in his hand: "Please!" ”

"Zhang Xiaojing, I said it in advance, although I am your friend, but doing business is business, you can't force you to buy and sell!"

Zhang Xiaojing swaggered on the chair there: "You take a look first, am I Zhang Xiaojing that kind of person?" ”

Changmao thought carefully about what Zhang Xiaojing had done, nodded, but didn't dare to say yes, but took the scroll and slowly opened it.

"Huh?"

When the scroll slowly opened, Changmao felt that this word was not bad at first glance, but I didn't find the word that looked like that celebrity in my mind, and I always felt that it was a little bit worse, and I felt that the font of the person who wrote had become a faction, but because it was too young to reach everyone's level, it might really become a faction in two years.

"Is this a new word?"

Long hair has a rough idea in his heart, this kind of word can still be worth a little money, maybe the price will increase in the future, and he silently gave a certain value in his heart, but seeing that the ink on it has not dried thoroughly, he can't help but be a little curious? Who wrote this? Zhang Xiaojing definitely can't write this word, is it the son in front of him?

"Keep reading!"

"Good!"

Long hair is a little interested, as long as he can make money, he is interested, silently little by little all the scrolls opened, when he saw the final payment, his hands have begun to tremble.

"Goo!"

The Adam's apple of the long hair is moving up and down rapidly, looking at the two chapters covered on it, the chapter of the Seven Princes, the long hair is very clear, because the Seven Princes have some calligraphy and paintings that have been passed down to the people, as a calligraphy and painting antique business, although there is no one in his hand, but he has also been in contact.

But what frightened him the most was the big seal of His Royal Highness the Prince, this is a special big seal, not a private seal, long hair has never seen it, but I dare not suspect that this thing is fake, this year, the big seal of a county order is to be cut off, not to mention the big seal of the prince?

"How much is it worth?"

Yu Zhiqian took a sip of tea lightly and asked unhurriedly.

"This, this, this I need to calculate carefully, calculate!" Long hair felt that he had a big deal, he didn't dare to estimate how much this painting was worth, the seals of the two princes, the poems chanted by the prince, and the words written by the seven princes, how to calculate this price?

Give less, this is looking down on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince, and he doesn't need to be in Chang'an when he has long hair, no, the land of Datang is mixed, but how much is it not called less? This degree makes it difficult for long hair to grasp at all.

"Hurry up and give a price, the East Market is about to close, and the street cleaning drum is about to sound!"

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible, as soon as possible!"

Changmao's mind turned quickly, the calligraphy and painting of the Seven Princes are worth about six or seven hundred taels on the market, of course, it is the kind of word that is a little better, but the poems on this calligraphy and painting are not bad, they are considered high-quality, plus some money, and the most important thing is the poem of the prince, this value is not easy to define, and finally there is the prince's big chapter!

After thinking about it for a long time, Changmao had a rough number of points in his heart, and after turning his fingers lightly for a while, he raised three fingers.

"Huh? How much? Just say the numbers, don't play this set! Yu Zhiqian snorted coldly, after knowing what kind of person Long Mao is, Yu Zhiqian is not polite, since it is a business, then it will be clear.

Raise three fingers and know if it's thirty taels or three hundred taels, three thousand taels, or maybe thirty thousand taels, if you say the wrong number, then this guy will make a fortune!

Hearing Yu Zhiqian's words, Changmao immediately retracted his obscene expression, this guy unconsciously has these actions when he does business, and suddenly thinks that the person who can take out this kind of calligraphy and painting must not be simple, and coughed lightly: "Three thousand taels, if the son wants to sell it, three thousand taels, the small shop will accept it!" ”

Three thousand taels of silver! Yu Zhiqian's eyes narrowed, he still has points in his heart about the purchasing power of this Tang Dynasty, three thousand taels is also a million in modern times, and a calligraphy and painting can be worth three thousand taels, which is indeed not low.

Yu Zhiqian's fingers rubbed lightly, thinking about whether the value was high or low, but Zhang Xiaojing jumped out directly at this time: "Eight thousand taels, you still have about one thousand taels to earn, if you don't, let's go to another house!" ”

"Goo!"

Long Mao swallowed his saliva with difficulty and looked at Zhang Xiaojing: "King Zhang Yan, the price of eight thousand taels is too high!" ”

"Hmph, you don't know you, I didn't say that nine thousand taels has given you room to make money, your long-haired quotation will always be one-third of the reserve price, this is famous in the road, everyone else is one-half, you are really black enough!"

"That's those antique calligraphy and paintings, this is different, I gave three thousand taels is already a very honest price!"

"Hmph, when the words of the Chaoshang book can be sold for three thousand taels, do you think the words of the two princes, plus a poem written by the prince himself, are worth three thousand taels? How daring! ”

"Zhang Xiaojing, say it's good to do business, you are bullying!"

"I didn't bully you, you want eight thousand taels, don't let us go to other houses, there are not a few people who do this business, hmph, there should be a lot of people who are interested in this word!"

After hearing Zhang Xiaojing's words, Changmao was silent, in all fairness, this character is probably worth about a thousand taels, or because it is the prince's poem and the word of the Seven Princes, but the value of adding two seals on it is calculated separately, and it is not impossible to sell it for one or two hundred thousand when you meet the right person.

"Six thousand taels, Childe's price is already the highest price, it can't be higher!"

Changmao also saw that Zhang Xiaojing wanted to listen to Yu Zhiqian, and he couldn't convince Zhang Xiaojing, so he turned his head to look at Yu Zhiqian.

Yu Zhiqian sneered: "Zhang Xiaojing, let's go, you lead the way to see other houses!" ”

"Seven thousand taels, son, seven thousand taels can't be higher, no matter how tall and small you are, you can't make any more money, it's all at this price when you go to!"

"Zhang Xiaojing, put the words away, let's go!"

Yu Zhiqian saw Changmao like this, and knew that Zhang Xiaojing was right, it was indeed worth so much money, and he was not afraid that this guy would not pay for it, this guy was just making a final effort now, how much could he save! ”

"Seven thousand five hundred taels, Childe, you can also make a little money for the little one, this price has reached the top, it has really reached the top!"

Yu Zhiqian didn't say anything, and one foot had already stepped out of the threshold of the living room.

"Eight thousand taels, eight thousand taels is eight thousand taels, the transaction, cash silver or bills of exchange!"

Seeing that Yu Zhiqian was unmoved, Long Mao finally gritted his teeth and shouted.