Ma San'er just had a quarrel with someone, and was almost hit by a bicycle, sitting on the ground in embarrassment, opening his mouth to scold the street, but when he looked up and saw that it was Gu Bei, he smiled wryly.

"It's Xiaobei! Didn't show work? Oh, it's the weekend. ”

As he spoke, he stood up and dusted off the dirt from his body.

Gu Bei glanced at the furoshiki that Ma San'er was sandwiching under his armpit, the shape of the package was slender, and it should be a painting in connection with the business that Ma San'er was doing.

"Third brother, ...... are you?"

"Whew! Bad luck is home. ”

Ma San'er is really unlucky today, and he has already negotiated a good deal, and a junior high school classmate is a middleman who helps him contact a foreigner and plans to sell a few things.

When I arrived, I found out that the foreigner was not exactly a mallet, and he came with a helper.

As soon as he lit up the few things he had brought, they were stinking by the helper he had brought in.

His family knows his own affairs, and Ma San'er also understands that he has no good things in his hands at all, and the business is naturally yellow, and he has made a lot of leisure.

"Come on, I won't tell you anymore, there is still something to do, let's talk when I get home in the evening."

After saying the matter briefly, Ma San'er didn't want to continue to be embarrassed here, so he turned around and left with his things.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Gu Bei's first pot of gold has not yet landed.

You can't come out every weekend to help maintain law and order, and rely on anti-robbery to accumulate.

Thinking about it, Gu Bei pushed the cart into the alley, and happened to see a short and fat old man accompanying a foreigner out of a house.

"Mr. Smith, if you really want to collect old things, it's best not to deal with this kind of person, what good things can they have in their hands, take a night pot, dare to say that it was used by the Empress Dowager Cixi, they are all Mengren, they are staring at Mani in your pocket, if you really have a heart, I have some good things at home, if you want, let's take a look, make sure you don't suffer."

The short and fat old man speaks an authentic London accent, and the only deficiency is that he translates the night pot into stool, and the artistic conception is obviously insufficient.

"Sir, if you believe him, I'm afraid the loss will be even greater."

Seeing that the two were leaving, Gu Bei hurriedly opened his mouth to keep people.

Gu Bei's first job in his previous life was in a customs clearance company, dealing with foreigners all day long, and his English was not a problem at all.

Being interrupted, the short and fat old man suddenly had a cold face, and when he saw that Gu Bei was a young man, he immediately showed disdain.

"Little comrade, you can't talk nonsense, according to what you mean, I'm planning to deceive international friends?"

Gu Bei propped one leg on the ground and sat crookedly on the bicycle: "It's hard to say whether you were deceived or not, but don't you also keep your eyes on the money in this international friend's pocket!" ”

Gu Bei said this sentence in English, in order to give it to the foreigner.

Sure enough, when the foreigner heard this, his eyes were full of vigilance when he looked at the old man.

The old man's face changed again, and his eyes were fierce: "Little comrade, are you also a person in the industry?" Where did you get rich? ”

Hehe!

That's quite a thing.

"Now there is no plate for the gentlemen to settle down, play drums and string the door of the house, and call the baggage fasting."

The old man looked surprised, obviously Gu Bei's age, he shouldn't understand these jargons: "Is there anyone in my hometown who does this?" ”

"Inventory of my family? Useless! When I met it, I looked at it and clicked on two sentences. ”

The old man was a little uncomfortable: "Boy, do you want to stir me? ”

"I don't mean that, I just understand something, or ...... You opened my eyes. ”

Looking at Gu Bei's smiling face, the old man felt his blood pressure rise for a while, he understood that Gu Bei was here to stir up the situation, but he couldn't leave, Gu Bei was English for a while, Chinese for a while, what should be listened to, what should not be heard, all let the foreigner next to him listen to it.

Obviously, if you don't take Gu Bei with you today, that foreigner named Smith won't be able to collect things from him.

"Okay, boy, Uncle Wang is happy today, so I'll let you open your eyes and walk."

After speaking, he whispered a few more words to Smith, and left first, Gu Bei followed behind the two, thinking in his heart how to bridge with the foreigner later.

The place where the old man Wang lives is not far away, just through an alley, and he lives in a large courtyard, seeing that he brought a foreigner, no one in the neighbors thinks it is strange, obviously not the first time.

Ooh......

Walking into the room where Old Man Wang lived, Gu Bei was really secretly taken aback.

I thought it was an open-minded person, but I didn't expect it to be a worm.

There were a few things on the Bogu shelf, Gu Bei took a look, they were all from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, but the kiln mouth was average, and it was not worth anything.

"Boy, beware of the dazzle."

Gu Bei was a loser, so he immediately stabbed back: "Just the things in your house, there is still a glance at the duster, but the circle has been moved, if you can really take out the night pot of the Empress Dowager Cixi, let alone the flowers, I will recognize the blindness." ”

Old man Wang was shocked again, he was an old worm, he was an apprentice in the glaze factory before liberation, and later opened a shop as a shopkeeper, and there was also a number one in the antique shop in the capital back then.

The house is placed on the bright side, of course, there will be no good things, the only real old object is the duster, the official kiln of Ming Chenghua, but it is a pity that the circle is broken, and then someone repaired it.

Unexpectedly, Gu Bei, a young man, only glanced at it from a distance and saw it.

This eyesight ......

Old man Wang blocked his chest in one breath, he had just smashed someone's business today, and he thought that he would join Meng Smith, but he happened to meet Gu Bei.

Take the real thing out?

Reluctant!

If you don't take it, the Smith line will be broken in the future.

After hesitating, Old Man Wang was heartbroken, and then entered the back room.

"Kid, you know a lot about antiques?"

As soon as Old Man Wang entered, Smith couldn't wait to talk to Gu Bei.

"I can't say what I understand, but I understand it more or less."

The last person who said I was "small" lost a house.

However, this foreigner named Smith is now a good money boy in Gu Bei's eyes, so he decided to forgive him, only let him lose his money, and keep the house for him.

"I understand, I understand, the Chinese are very humble, they know a lot, but they always say a little, a little."

Smith said, glanced into the inner room, and saw that the old man Wang had not come out yet, so he lowered his voice and said.

"I'm going to hire you, and I'll pay you if you're willing to help me."

Gu Beiyi raised his eyebrows and pretended to be very excited: "What do you say?" ”

"I love Chinese antiques, but, you know, if you're willing to serve me......"

Before he finished speaking, Old Man Wang came out with his things, Smith didn't say any more, and gave Gu Bei a look anxiously.

"Boy, I'll open your eyes today."

"Okay! I'm waiting, it's hard to find a good thing right now, and I really want to open my eyes to you. ”

Old man Wang put the other two scrolls on the table with a straight face, and untied the tie of the one in his hand.

"Hand on!"

Gu Bei stepped forward to take it, and the picture scroll slowly unfolded.

"Qiu Shizhou's Guo Ziyi worships the birthday ......"

Before Old Man Wang's words could be finished, Gu Bei let go of his hand, and the painting drooped directly.

"What are you doing?"

Old man Wang was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, so he hurriedly took it away, and his eyes were full of fire when he looked at Gu Bei.

"Old man, who is it to be blinded? Guo Ziyi, who also hated Shizhou, paid a birthday visit, the money was wrong, hurry up and put it away, don't be embarrassed here, it's good to keep it as a butt paper. ”

This mouthful of my blood must be sprayed on your face today.

Old man Wang suppressed the churning qi and blood in his chest, put aside the fake that was too fake to be faked anymore with a black face, and then picked up another pair.

"Boy, be careful, this is the real thing about Wenbi."

Wen Bi is Wen Zhengming, there are not many paintings handed down, if anyone can really get one, I am afraid it will not be easy to show people.

Gu Bei smiled, didn't talk, and helped Old Man Wang unfold the second painting.

Belch?

It's kind of interesting.

However, when half of the frame was unfolded, Gu Bei still called a halt.

Among the antiques, Gu Bei is best at calligraphy and painting, although the porcelain is good, but after all, it has a bit of ingenuity, calligraphy and painting are different, a pair of genuine products in the hand, carefully examined, Gu Bei will have a feeling of passing through thousands of years and communicating directly with the ancients.

Because I like it, I study it deeply, everyone from all dynasties and generations, and the style characteristics of each one, Gu Bei knows it well.

In his previous life, he often had friends come to him to appreciate treasures, a painting, as long as half of it is unfolded, Gu Bei can tell the truth from the fake, and people give him the nickname - Gu Banzhang.

"It's a good imitation, if I don't look at this pen, I really can't see the fake."

After Gu Bei finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a certain place on the painting, Old Man Wang's face suddenly changed, and he looked at Gu Bei's eyes, not only surprised.

This painting was still an eye-catching item that he received back then, and he thought it was real at first, but after many years, he found out the clue, but he didn't expect Gu Bei to see it at a glance.

It's going to take years.

Gu Bei is only twenty years old, I'm afraid I won't do this in my mother's womb?

"Old man, do you have any good things? If you have one, take it out, and if you don't, don't delay it. ”

After the provocation, Gu Bei also told Smith about the situation of the two paintings just now, to tell the truth, there was no loss at all, let alone adulteration.

The first is to wipe the butt paper, imitation in modern times, the penmanship can not be on the table, the second is some value, although it is also the imitation of later generations, but look at the pen and ink should be an imitation of the Qing Dynasty, if you want, take it back as a pleasure.

Smith shook his head, he didn't want these things, and his eyes were dissatisfied when he looked at Old Man Wang.

"Mr. Wang, if you only want to gain benefits through deception, I can only regret to inform you that there is no way to conclude today's deal."

"Good, good!"

Old man Wang gritted his teeth and said, that is, he is old and his teeth are not good, otherwise, he can chew Gu Bei raw.

"Boy, come and see this one again."

The picture scroll slowly unfolded, and it was also stopped by Gu Bei halfway through.

"The things are not bad, the style is right, the brushwork is very different, but you want to say that this is Shen Zhou's painting, do you believe in yourself?"