Chapter Twenty-Eight: No Culture
The two of them chatted for a while, and it was getting late, and the group was not good at continuing the construction, so they all said goodbye and dispersed.
Shao Yifan also said goodbye to Fei Hua and said that he would come back tomorrow and open as soon as possible.
Back at the rented house, Luo Gang came back early: "Yifan, how is your jewelry store?" I was told by the supervisor today, I don't want to do it, I'm angry! โ
"It's being renovated, then you don't do it, go to my jewelry store and watch."
Shao Yifan was so good-minded that he didn't pick the door, and immediately said: "I'll give you three thousand over there, and I'll give you five thousand for the time being, okay?" โ
"It's better to be my brother, it's too good!"
Luo Gang happily agreed: "I'll work for you tomorrow, and those people who are watching the renovation will be a security guard for you when it opens." โ
Shao Yifan also readily agreed, this brother is good, he didn't say anything about his character, he still has more than 10 million, and the decoration doesn't cost much, Min Ziming also promised not to pay money, even if he gives Uncle Fei a salary, it's nothing.
The next morning, the two of them happily arrived at the jewelry store, and the workers arrived after a while.
Fei Hua arrived after a while, just leave Luo Gang behind, Shao Yifan is fine.
The antique street is very lively during the day, not only are there merchants on both sides, but there are also many stalls on the roadside, so Shao Yifan pulled Uncle Fei out for a turn.
There are no good things on these roadside stalls, some things that are not very valuable jade, ancient coins and the like, and I didn't go far before I saw a group of people surrounded in front, and there seemed to be something arguing inside, and the two of them hurriedly came over.
I only heard a familiar voice say: "Old man, I will give you 10,000 yuan for this painting, which is already a lot, you look at the stalls on this street, how can one of them be worth so much money?" โ
"You can't sell it, you can't sell it!"
An old voice answered: "This is my ancestor, it is very valuable, although the price you give this is not low, it really can't be sold!" โ
Shao Yifan also squeezed in, and there was an old man sitting inside, always in his seventies, but his eyes were very sharp, as if they were flashing with fine light, and he was also lean, looking less than a hundred pounds.
In front of this old man, there were several people standing, two of them were Fang Tao's father and son, and Fang Tao's father wanted to buy the old man's paintings.
Shao Yifan could see at a glance that the painting in Fang Tao's father's hand was flashing with golden light, and it must be worth a lot of money, and what surprised Shao Yifan even more was that a painting tube behind the old man also exuded a rich golden light, no wonder the old man didn't sell it!
"Old man, it's good to give you 10,000 yuan, don't kick your nose in the face!"
Fang Tao came with a few friends, and when he heard the old man say that he would not sell it, he was not happy, and said with a stiff face: "Your painting is my father's fancy, and I really won't buy it if I change someone, and I won't give you a penny if I talk nonsense!" โ
"I can't sell it!"
The old man was not afraid, he stood up and stretched out his hand to take back his painting: "The price you gave is not good, it is too bad." โ
"Get out!" Fang Tao shouted and pushed the old man hard.
The old man didn't grab the painting, and was pushed back several steps.
"What are you doing? Rob? โ
A girl in the crowd squeezed in, and said coldly with a pretty face: "Uncle Fang, people don't sell it, you still push people, how can there be this?" โ
This girl is none other than Ren Jiaqi, who is from Antique Street, so she naturally knows Fang Tao and his father.
"Jiaqi!" Fang Tao also knew Ren Jiaqi, and immediately said with a smile on his face: "We just like this painting, and the price for him is not low, look at this painting, it's not worth so much money at all!" โ
Shao Yifan saw that Fang Tao's smile was a little ambiguous, and he still had a flattering look, and he understood a little in his heart, this kid was lustful, not only snatched Mu Yingying, but also coveted Ren Jiaqi.
"Even if it's not worth so much, if people don't sell it, you can't push people?"
Ren Jiaqi didn't want to go too far, and said with a stiff face: "This old man is so old, what if he breaks it?" I met this kind of ยทยทยทยทยทยท in the past two days. Yifan, you're here too, show me this picture! โ
Ren Jiaqi met Wu Yanhong pushing people at dinner that day, and she met pushing people again today, and she almost didn't scold her, but fortunately, when she saw Shao Yifan, she stopped in time.
"Uncle Fei and I will come out for a spin."
Shao Yifan didn't know much about painting, but Ren Jiaqi said it, so he could only take it: "Then I'll take a look!" โ
This painting looks good, the name is a snow scene, and the inscription below is the four seal characters of Haoran's seal.
Shao Yifan knew that it was very valuable, and he didn't know who this Haoran was, so he was a little stunned for a while.
"You're a fart?"
Fang Tao hated Shao Yifan these days, he was beaten that time, and he lost money in the gambling stone, so he couldn't help it anymore: "You are a fortune teller and a liar, what kind of expert are you pretending to be?" โ
"Why don't I understand? Know everything, know everything! โ
Although Shao Yifan didn't understand, he had an idea as soon as his eyes turned: "This painting is the authentic work of the famous Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran, how can the value be five or six hundred thousand, you give 10,000, can people sell it?" โ
Shao Yifan wasn't sure how much it was, so he was talking nonsense.
"Boy, what are you talking nonsense here?"
Fang Tao's father knew a little, pouted and asked, "Meng Haoran can draw?" โ
"How not?"
Shao Yifan also pouted and said: "Like Wang Wei and Wang Maha, there are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings, you are rare and strange, I have only heard of poems, but I have never seen his true works." โ
"Yes, everyone knows poetry!"
Fei Hua took it on the side, looked at Fang Tao and said, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, have you heard of it?" โ
"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown?"
Fang Tao was also dizzy: "Meng Haoran can still paint?" I don't know! โ
"You really don't understand anything!"
Shao Yifan couldn't help but ridicule: "Even the poem you said wrong, that is Li Bai's silent night thoughts, is it Meng Haoran's?" At this level, are you still mixing in the antique street? It's just a leper dog with long hair, swaggering all over the street! โ
Everyone laughed now, Ren Jiaqi couldn't help but bend over with laughter, and even the old man who sold paintings laughed too.
"I can't do it at this age, I didn't catch up with the good times, I didn't go to school, and I squatted in prison."
Fei Hua opened his head, also a little embarrassed, and teased Fang Tao: "You are young and have never gone to school?" Li Bai and Meng Haoran are still inseparable? The family conditions are not good, and there is no money to go to school, right? โ
"Uncle Fei, that's impossible, his family runs a jewelry store."
Shao Yifan took it with a smile: "It's just that you're not educated, have you been chasing girls since elementary school?" โ
"Little cub, are you looking for death?"
Fang Tao was about to be stunned, gritted his teeth and said, "You can be a fart?" Isn't it nonsense here yet? โ
"You won't say that others won't, as soon as my grandfather's apprentice, the master of appraisal, is going to open a jewelry store in front, why not?"
Ren Jiaqi was unhappy, and said coldly: "People don't sell it to you, let's leave quickly!" โ
Fang Tao's father and son seemed to want to pick up a bargain, but they were mixed up at this time, and they were so angry that they didn't want to provoke Ren Jiaqi, but they were not afraid of Shao Yifan.
"Little cub, I won't buy the painting today, but I can't let you go!"
Fang Tao waved his hand and said to the two people behind him: "Clean him up for me!" โ
"You dare? I'm looking for my grandfather! โ
Ren Jiaqi shouted this, and seeing that the two people had already come up, he hurriedly shouted: "You dare to hit someone, I called the police!" โ
The two people didn't listen to Ren Jiaqi, and pounced directly, and hit Shao Yifan with their fists.
Shao Yifan is not afraid of fighting, his hand is already in his pocket, not a knife, but a silver needle, the silver needle left by his grandfather, as long as he stabs their acupuncture points, he can't move immediately.
Before he could take out the silver needle, he was pulled, which was pulled by Fei Hua in the back, and then he kicked it out, hitting the man's lower abdomen, and fell to the ground with a miserable howl.
Another person punched him as well.
Fei Hua stretched out his hand and grabbed this person's wrist, leaned sideways, stretched out his leg and stumbled under his feet, and suddenly fell into a vicious dog eating, covering his mouth and unable to get up.
Fei Hua didn't care about that, his face was gloomy, and he walked straight to Fang Tao.
Fang Tao was also stunned, he was beaten by Huo Zongtai and his gang that day, and he was beaten by this little thin man today, there is always someone around this kid?
"Uncle Fei, don't beat him!"
Shao Yifan hurriedly called out to Fei Hua: "His second uncle has done me a favor, let him go!" โ
"Get out!" Fei Hua pursed his lips: "Uneducated things!" โ
This amused the crowd watching the excitement again, if Fei Hua hadn't said two lines of poetry just now, Fang Tao would not have picked it up, the two of them were each other!
"Little cub, you wait for me!"
Fang Tao's father also changed his face, and while pulling Fang Tao away, he turned back angrily and said, "I can't let your jewelry store open well!" Walk! โ
Shao Yifan was also amused by Uncle Fei, but ignored them.
"Little brother, little girl, thank you for helping to solve the siege."
At this time, the old man who sold the painting smiled and said, "Do you buy this painting?" I'll sell it to you for 10,000 yuan! โ
"Old man, this painting of yours is very valuable, you can't sell it for 10,000 yuan."
Shao Yifan didn't want to take advantage of the old man, and he didn't want the old man to be deceived, so he quickly shook his head and said: "I don't know how much your painting is, even the paintings behind you are very valuable, so let my master show you the old man!" โ
"Oh? You don't buy it? โ
The old man was slightly stunned, and quickly said, "Well, I don't need to be appraised by others, aren't you a jewelry store?" Let's go to your jewelry store and have a chat, shall we? โ
"Okay!"
Shao Yifan didn't know what this old man meant, so he could only nod: "My jewelry store is still decorated, you don't have to mess up, don't sell it, so as not to be deceived!" โ
The old man nodded, stood up, cleaned up, carried a bamboo tube painting on his back, and followed Shao Yifan and the others away.
"Xiaofan, I'm here to find you, I'm recruiting waiters and stocking up for you over there, and when I encounter them bullying people, I'm worried to death just now."
Ren Jiaqi stared at Fei Hua with big watery eyes, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect this uncle to be so thin and so powerful!" โ
"It's no problem to do it, such a person, ten or eight more people are also beaten goods!"
Fei Hua laughed: "But I'm uneducated, I was laughed at by this kid, but that Fang Tao is not as good as me, follow me!" โ
Fei Hua teased, and even the old man laughed.
A few people soon came to Shao Yifan's jewelry store, working on the second floor, but not on the first floor, a few people found a clean place to sit down.
"What do you mean, old man?"
Shao Yifan said with a smile at this time: "I just said nonsense, and I can't appraise it, and I haven't learned it yet!" โ