"Wanjie! You're finally here! ”

Just as Gao Fan secretly admired the high-end atmosphere of the store's name, a man with gold-rimmed glasses greeted him with a smile.

It is estimated that he is in his twenties, his face is a little pale, and he can't help but look like a scholar. Although the corners of his mouth are smiling, for some reason, it always gives people an uncomfortable feeling.

Is this a white-faced little student?

A word immediately popped up in Gao Fan's mind.

Su Wanjie just nodded at the man and didn't respond to his enthusiasm. Instead, he looked sideways at Gao Fan with a smile.

"Gao Fan, let me introduce you. This is the shopkeeper of the Ancient Treasure Pavilion, Fang Weixu. ”

"This is Gao Fan, my friend."

Fang Weixu was not annoyed by Su Wanjie's indifferent relative, he still maintained a gentlemanly demeanor and stretched out his hand to Gao Fan.

"Hello."

Out of politeness, Gao Fan also stretched out his hand and symbolically shook him.

"Wanjie, come in. I've prepared that inkstone for you. ”

Fang Weixu said, naturally wrapped his hand around Su Wanjie's fragrant shoulder, and hugged her into the store.

Su Wanjie glanced back at Gao Fan, who was silently following behind, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

As soon as you step into the "Ancient Treasure Pavilion", a refreshing smell of burning incense penetrates into people's hearts.

The hall is surrounded by elaborate bogu shelves, filled with valuable porcelain, wooden ornaments, and paintings and calligraphy.

In the center is a huge tempered glass display case that is enclosed in a rectangle. All kinds of objects from different eras, from the Han Dynasty to the Republic of China, and even modern and modern masterpieces, are dazzling.

Gao Fan looked at a display cabinet in front of him, and the origin and price of one object after another flashed in his mind, and secretly praised the name of this "Ancient Treasure Pavilion".

"Agate carved cup in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, 200,000."

"In the early Qing Dynasty, the zodiac dragon imitating the Ming Dynasty's 12 zodiac beast ornaments, 150,000."

"The Yuan Dynasty ink white jade hollow skillfully made cloud dragon ornament, 350,000."

"The bronze mirror of the four gods of the Western Han Dynasty, 500,000."

Gao Fan's gaze swept left and right of the display case, and there was a faint strange streamer in his eyes.

"Gao Fan, come here."

Su Wanjie has been taken to a yellow rosewood table, and behind it is a screen painted with flowers, birds, and landscapes, with exquisite skills and exquisite patterns, which should also be from the hands of famous artists.

Fang Weixuan diligently set up the chair for Su Wanjie, intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Gao Fan, who seemed to be staring at the display case, and smiled contemptuously.

"Wanjie, you and Senior Brother wait a while. I'll pour you a cup of tea. ”

After saying that, he went around to the screen and vaguely saw his figure shaking.

Gao Fan sat down next to Su Wanjie, still looking around at the surrounding furnishings and decorations, and a strange fragrance of tea came out from behind the screen in front of him.

Gao Fan noticed the extraordinaryness of the screen, and the painting on it was from the hand of Qi Kun, a master of calligraphy and painting in the Republic of China.

Suddenly, Gao Fan's heart moved, and his eyes actually saw the scenery behind him clearly through the screen.

Fang Weixu is making tea, and that set of tea sets is not ordinary.

I saw Fang Weixu slowly pouring the tea into the tea cup, which had an elegant and self-cultivation taste.

"Huh?"

But Gao Fan soon realized that something was wrong.

Fang Weixu carefully took out a box of pills in English packaging from his pocket, took out a powder that had been ground to white, and quickly shook it into one of the cups of tea.

Although Gao Fan didn't know what the white pill powder was, he thought with his toes that it must not be a good thing.

I didn't expect this party to be polite and human-looking, and he would even do some ugly things.

Fang Weixu placed the three tea cups in a tray, and the cup with the white medicine powder was placed on the right hand side.

"You've been waiting for a long time!"

"Wanjie, come, drink tea."

Fang Weixu walked out from behind the screen and handed the cup on the right to Su Wanjie.

Gao Fan glanced at the cup of tea in Su Wanjie's hand, which was the same as the cup in his hand.

Colorless and odorless?

"Shopkeeper Fang, what kind of tea is this?"

Gao Fan asked casually.

"The first-class West Lake Longjing is tender and green, bright and mellow."

Fang Weixu replied a little impatiently, and took a sip of his cup. In his opinion, Gao Fan is just a hillbilly who has never seen the world.

"Wanjie, you can taste it too."

Su Wanjie nodded, and was about to lower her head to taste it, but was blocked by Gao Fan's hand.

"Eh, there's no hurry."

"I heard that after tasting Longjing, you should let it stand for 5 minutes, first smell the aroma, look at the color of the soup, then taste the taste, and then evaluate the bottom of the leaves."

"Brother Fang, it's better to take out that ancient inkstone for us first, and then taste the tea."

Su Wanjie glanced at Gao Fan suspiciously when she heard this, but she also obediently put down the teacup and nodded at Fang Weixu.

Seeing that the cup of tea was about to be drunk by her, but Gao Fan blocked her way, the corners of Fang Weixu's mouth twitched, and his face became a little ugly.

But immediately he smiled again, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, answered, and turned to take a wooden box from the Bogu shelf on the side.

"Wanjie, look."

Fang Weixu slowly opened the wooden box, and a simple inkstone appeared in front of everyone.

Su Wanjie took the wooden box, rubbed her slender jade fingers on the inkstone, and looked at Gao Fan on the side, her eyes revealing a hint of asking for help.

"Wanjie, this is the Songhua Shifeng inkstone of the Qing Dynasty, and the bottom paragraph is the Kangxi year."

"Although it looks unpretentious, it has a deep sense of substance."

"Presumably Grandpa Su Mu should like it very much."

Fang Weixu was the first to speak, a little proud, and seemed to be very satisfied with this inkstone.

Su Wanjie took the inkstone in her hand and looked at it for a moment, and sure enough, it was as Fang Weixu said.

Gao Fan was silent on the side, this inkstone is indeed good, but if it is used as a birthday gift for the calligraphy master, it is a little insufficient.

Moreover, this is a Qing Dynasty inkstone, but it is not a pine stone, but a end stone.

It's not from the Kangxi period...... This is obviously an inkstone in the Jiaqing period, and it is estimated that it is also for the sake of the ancients, so the bottom paragraph is engraved with "Kangxi".

In this way, the value and grade of this inkstone are greatly reduced.

I don't know if this side is false, I don't know the reality, or if it's deliberate.

Fang Weixuan saw that Su Wanjie seemed to like this style inkstone very much, and the smile on her face became even stronger.

"Gao Fan, what do you think?"

Su Wanjie looked at Gao Fan again.

"Me?"

Gao Fan was stunned, took the inkstone handed by Su Wanjie, pretended to observe for a while, and muttered as if he was thinking from time to time.

“…… Looks quite expensive. ”

"Poof."

Su Wanjie was amused by Gao Fan's words.

Fang Weixu also chuckled, full of sarcasm.

"Wanjie, this friend of yours really has good eyesight."

Gao Fan ignored it, but Su Wanjie was a little unhappy after hearing it, and the impression of the other party was even worse.

"That's the number."

Gao Fan compared the word "eight".

"Eighty thousand?"

Su Wanjie asked, looking at Fang Weixu, waiting for an answer from the other party.

Fang Weixuan smiled and nodded, and naturally took Su Wanjie's hand.

"As long as Wanjie wants it, I can give it to you."

"Nope."

"Eight hundred."

Gao Fan casually put the inkstone on the table, and sneered in his heart, this is a false person, and he looks like a dog. Then he said lightly.

This sentence almost didn't let Fang Weixu gain a firm foothold.

Su Wanjie withdrew her hand from Fang Weixu's hand and brushed her hair a little embarrassed.

"Eight hundred?"

"Yes, eight hundred."

"Or six or seven hundred."

Gao Fan nodded, extremely serious.

"This brother is really good at laughing."

"Wanjie, your friend is here on purpose to find fault, right?"

Fang Weixu only felt that there was a fire rushing to his head, his hands were propped up on the table, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Although this inkstone is not worth 80,000, the price is far higher than 800. Even if it is not a Songhua stone Kangxi model, its craftsmanship is also very perfect, and it is not a professional appraisal expert who can't see the fame.

It took him a while to choose this perfect "fake". will not let himself bleed heavily, but also get Su Wanjie's heart.

"Wanjie, although I am not a small person, I can't be slandered by your friend for no reason!"

Gao Fan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, he didn't want to embarrass Fang Weixu, and of course he didn't want to embarrass Su Wanjie. But who let this man not do anything.

"I'm sorry, Shopkeeper Fang."

"I'm just saying it casually, I hope you don't mind."

Gao Fan picked up the teacup and made a look of apology, but with the other hand, he handed the cup that Su Wanjie had not drunk to Fang Weixu.

Su Wanjie just wanted to say something, but saw Gao Fan wink at herself.