After sitting for a long time, Chang Xian stood up and moved closer to the chimney. He saw on the other side was the back room where the woman had entered earlier. The door was tightly closed, and the curtains were also thick dark curtains, covering the room completely. through.

"What do you think?

Lao Chen walked back carrying tea and wandering.

"The chair is good. Master Chen, please give me a price. If it's suitable, I'll buy it now..."

Chang Xian said calmly.

"These two chairs cost 100,000 each. If you want two of them, 200,000, this is the price."

Lao Chen polished his bald head with his hands, looked at Chang Xian's clothes out of the corner of his eye, thought for a long time, gritted his teeth and gave the price.

Two hundred thousand pairs?

Leak! Big leak!

If you want to change someone else, you may be overjoyed and strike while the iron is hot to cut through the mess quickly.

Chang Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously felt cold. What happened today is evil!

Before entering the door, Chang Xian was a little strange, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. When he heard the price, he knew that his uneasiness was almost the same.

Once suspicion arises in your mind, the unreasonable things will be revealed.

The huanghuali in front of me, which is in its early fourties, might be sold in Shenyang for 300,000 yuan a piece, or 700,000 yuan for a pair!

How far is it from Shenyang Daoneng?

The China Grand Theater is just a stone's throw away from Shenyang Road. This person is an old theater person, so don't say he doesn't know Shenyang Road!

Furthermore, the goods sold by Lao Chen's old house are not only known to everyone within a ten-mile radius, but also spread far and wide. At least all the gatekeepers know about it.

Yangcun No. 1 Middle School is not close to here, and it took Chang Xian a little over an hour to find it all the way there.

In order to produce something, how can he be so good at spreading news?

Also, although it is already autumn, the weather has not cooled down, and there are still sick people at home. Is this closing the door to hide something?

Several question marks appeared one after another. Looking at Lao Chen now, his face was still very honest and honest, but in Chang Xian's eyes, he felt a little more cunning and cunning.

"Two hundred thousand..."

He pretended to be deep in thought. After a while, he slapped his thigh hard and said: "Two hundred thousand is just two hundred thousand. I will write you a check now. Come on, please help me. Let's move it one by one." Zhang, please send me to the car..."

Chang Xian thought to himself, no matter what you are playing, if you dare to sell it, I will pay for it right now. Even though these two chairs are quite heavy, I will even carry them. This is called "a Break all laws with force."

While he was talking, he took out his checkbook from his bag, picked up the pen and was about to write the check.

When the personal account reached one million, Chang Xian opened a personal checking account for the convenience of future transactions, and it comes in handy now.

"Hey, Xiao Chang, you've also seen my situation. Where have I seen anything like a check? You'd better give me cash. Isn't it practical to hold that thing in your hand?"

Sure enough, when Chang Xian took out his checkbook, before he could write anything, Old Chen spoke.

Chang Xian sighed secretly in his heart. He really took a fancy to those two chairs. If Lao Chen was serious about business, it would be okay to spend more money to buy them. But from the looks of it, I'm afraid they are just the same...

"Two hundred thousand? Master Chen, who do you think would come down to receive the goods with so much money? Even if you want to withdraw it now, you have to make an appointment for the next day!"

Chang Xian felt so alienated now, as if he had eaten a fly.

He said coldly: "Let's discount it. I have 100,000 in cash here, so I'll just buy one. Do you think it's okay?"

It doesn’t matter if a pair becomes one, or one in the study can be used.

What do you do?

"One piece? That's fine! These things are all left by our ancestors. If it weren't for nothing, I wouldn't sell them at all! It's really an insult to our ancestors..."

A strange color flashed vaguely in Lao Chen's eyes, and his tone of voice was long and desolate. It seemed that there was another wave in his heart, and his eyes were a little moist.

"Xiao Chang, which one do you like? Let me cover it for you first so it doesn't get damaged in the car."

After a while, Lao Chen said: "Besides this pair of official hat chairs, there are some things in the yard. Let's go and see if there is anything else you like!"

He said hello to the back room and led Chang Xian into the courtyard.

There are some flower pots piled under the courtyard wall on the left, and two old plaques are leaning behind the flower pots.

Old Chen himself felt that these things were rubbish, so he threw them on the wall and let them get exposed to the wind and rain, but after all, he could use this as a gimmick to get people out.

Chang Xian didn't say a word. In his spiritual sense, the two official hat chairs had moved to the back room. Thinking of the tight back room, maybe the objects placed in them were modified.

He snorted coldly in his heart, looking at the pile of junk in front of him, Lao Chen tried his best, but what he didn't expect was that there was an old plaque and a flowerpot among them that actually had spiritual senses.

A really skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Chang Xian lamented in his heart that national collection is not necessarily a good thing. Not only has counterfeiting been professionalized, but even selling counterfeits is full of tricks, making it difficult for people to detect them. If he didn't have spiritual senses, he would probably be caught today.

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The acting skills of the "Master Mao" in front of me are definitely at the level of a movie actor. No, it seems a little inappropriate to call someone else "Master Mao" now. This girl is just a master, specially designed to trick others.

However, in this antique shop, rats have their own nests, and snakes have their own paths. Reading and reading Liaozhai will tell you something.

If you are wise enough to understand this game, you just don't want to buy it, but it won't be interesting if you point it out.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone first..."

The phone in Chang Xian's pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar Beijing number. He quickly pulled away, took the phone to the door, and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, are you Chang Xian? I'm Zheng Mang..."

The female voice coming from the mobile phone made Chang Xian confused. Shen was really busy. What the hell?

Chang Xian's memory has always been very good. As long as it is a name or a relatively short number that he has heard, he can remember it in his mind accurately. After returning from Qianling, he has developed a photographic memory.

trend.

While observing the situation around the yard, he searched his mind for the voice on the phone, which sounded somewhat familiar.

"Hey, why aren't you talking? I'm Zheng Mang."

The crisp voice continued to come from the phone, as if Chang Xian should know who Zheng Mang was.

"Hey, hey... hello, Reporter Zheng. I'm in the countryside collecting goods. The signal just now was not good..."

The search engine was powerful, and Chang Xian's mind suddenly appeared in the image of a tall female Guan Gong with a delicate face. As soon as it overlapped with this familiar voice, he immediately remembered the other person's identity.
Chapter completed!