Dong Chang sighed helplessly, "Okay, then let's go to Yugu Zhai, the boss there is a very famous appraisal master, and he is very familiar with my father, I have also met him many times, he is a kind old man." ”

Although she was very suspicious of Hua Shu's vision, since Hua Shu insisted, she had to help her find a good store, so as not to be ridiculed by some shopkeepers with bad conduct in case she bought a fake, after all, in the antique market, this kind of thing has not happened.

Hua Shu can be said to know nothing about the antique street, with Dong Chang as a guide, she also saved a lot of trouble, so she followed Dong Chang to Yuguzhai without objection.

Hua Shu and the others walked a little far, and they had to turn around and go back to Yugu Zhai, so the two shuttled through the crowd again, but this time they didn't have to look for the real thing one by one, and their steps were much faster.

Seeing that he was about to reach the end of West Street, there was a quarrel in the crowd, and the surrounding vendors were also whispering something.

Hua Shu is now a cultivator in the foundation building period, and her ear power is amazing, although those hawkers are very quiet, but they can't stop Hua Shu's ear power.

From the words of those vendors, she knew what was going on in the crowd, it turned out that someone had actually met the professional porcelain toucher, and now the two sides were arguing.

Dong Chang also noticed the situation over there, only to see her take a closer look at the crowd, and then frowned.

"It's that Boss Xing again, he didn't put it up well, and he came out to deceive people again."

"Changchang, do you know the stall setter?" Hua Shu gave her a strange look.

Dong Chang frowned, and said with an unhappy face: "That person's surname is Xing, everyone calls him Xing Boss, and my grandfather they are from the same village, and they used to be idle and unprofessional, not a gangster who has been idle and unprofessional, in the past two years, antiques have gradually begun to become popular, he will collect some things to sell everywhere, but this person is a person who does not learn well, does not do good business, and prefers to learn to get some broken antiques to touch porcelain, I have seen him deceive people in the antique street for the third time." ”

Hearing her say this, Hua Shu was also quite surprised, this antique street is so big, that Boss Xing has been cheating here for so long, and no one cares about it, this antique street is too chaotic, right?

Thinking so, Hua Shu also asked.

Dong Chang shook his head helplessly, "He is very smart, he picks on outsiders, those people can't do anything with him, if he has the ability, he can naturally solve it, and ordinary people who have no backing can only break the bank and avoid disasters, as for those locals, anyway, they didn't cheat them out of their money, who wants to ask for trouble?" ”

"Alas...... According to what you say, that Boss Xing is a ruffian at all, and it is normal that the people around him dare not meddle in their affairs. Hua Shu sighed lightly, helpless about this phenomenon.

The so-called business is not about oneself, hanging high, especially seeing those who take advantage of people's kindness in the later generations, endless fraud methods, Hua Shu can also understand the psychology of those people who stand by and watch, it is not that they are indifferent and ruthless, but when they encounter a ruffian like Boss Xing, if they don't handle it well, it will harm themselves, just imagine who wants to take advantage of themselves for strangers?

"Shall we go over and have a look?" Dong Chang seemed to be interested, and pulled Hua Shu into the crowd.

Hua Shu didn't look like she was going to see the excitement, but her hand was pulled by Dong Chang, so she didn't say much, and followed Dong Chang into the crowd.

"I've seen it when I touched porcelain, and it's the first time I've seen it when I dare to touch it, you'd better apologize to me quickly, otherwise this matter won't be over today." In the middle of the crowd, a young man of about twenty-three or fourteen years old looked at Xing Lao Dadao, a street vendor, with an unkind face.