Daddy, are you married today?

If this is the case, she might as well come to the antique market to sell antiques in the future, so as to make more money.

It is possible that if I casually sell a small stone one day, I can earn thousands of dollars back.

Hearing what Huo tingshen said, the old man thought about it, and his heart moved.

This morning, out of nowhere, I made 12,000!

This is naturally good. With the 12,000, he can also buy more antiques. When he comes back, he can make more money by tossing around.

His shop is in the best place, and as an old man, he is naturally not short of money.

The point is, if he doesn't accept the obvious 12,000 yuan in front of him, he seems really stupid.

"Okay, that's it, deal!"

Huo Tingshen got the calligraphy and painting as he wished, and came out of the Confucian scholar's house together with Li Qianmo.

Li Qianmo still felt that the more than 1 yuan was too much money.

When she thought of how the vain money was gone so easily, she still felt a little lost in her heart.

Huo Ting looked at her listless look deeply, and felt a little curious in his heart.

The man tilted his head, looked at her, and asked, "What are you worrying about? Haven't you got all the calligraphy and paintings? Do you want to buy something else? I think it's very interesting around here."

It's the first time Huo tingshen has come to such a place, although it looks messy and the road is quite untidy.

Some people even threw rubbish on the side of the road, but he had never been to this place before, so he thought it was a novelty.

Li Qianmo looked at him and asked, "Don't you think that the extra 12,000 just now is a bit redundant? Maybe you have an extra 2000 yuan, and he even agreed to sell this painting to you." !"

Huo Ting smiled deeply and didn't speak. He could see that the shopkeeper liked the painting in his heart.

When they got the painting, they hadn't asked for the price, nor had they said that they wanted to get the painting. In fact, the owner was already anxious.

Obviously, if you want to take away someone's beloved, you must pay a price.

2000 yuan is far from enough, 12,000 is the bottom line he gave, and it will definitely not be much.

"There is a price to be paid for stealing favors from others."

Hearing what Huo tingshen said, Li Qianmo frowned and blinked her eyes, thinking that it made sense.

The shop owner seemed to really like this calligraphy and painting.

Last time, after they left, the owner seemed to be standing in front of the painting, struggling for a long time, staring at the words on the painting.

Huo tingshen not only noticed this detail, but also the fan that the owner just held in his hand.

Tang Bohu's painting is also on the fan, so it can be seen that this shop owner is definitely a loyal fan of Tang Bohu.

It is not easy to buy Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings from him, even if he has money, it depends on whether he can impress this old man.

Moreover, buying Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings in his shop is also more at ease.

As a loyal fan of Tang Bohu, everything about Tang Bohu here is absolutely impossible to be a fake.

The two continued to walk outside the antique market.

The street of this antique market is very long, and most of the shops are selling real and fake products together.

Not only that, there are also some stores, almost 99% of which are all fakes.

As for the 1%, they just came here for some inspections, telling people outside that they still have genuine products in their store.

Li Qianmo said, "After entering some of these stores, they have actually opened Taobao stores. I always feel that if you choose things like antiques, you can choose them on Taobao, but you can't see his appearance. Photos are fine. P pictures can be faked."

Huo Ting nodded deeply.

He doesn't know much about these Wenwan calligraphy and paintings, but people of his grandfather's generation should like them very much.

Especially Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting, these traditional Chinese works of art, the old man can be thinking about it in his heart.

Grandpa's calligraphy practice has always been good. For such a long time, he has never given up practicing calligraphy.

Huo Ting deeply remembers that when his grandfather was busy with business, he had to practice brush calligraphy for half an hour every night in the study.

Later, after retiring, I have been practicing brush calligraphy for a period of time, almost four or five hours a day.

At that time, the doctor said that grandpa's body couldn't hold it anymore, so he had no choice but to give up practicing calligraphy.

It's just that recently, I heard that Grandpa's arm seems to have been injured a little bit, maybe it was accidentally knocked or touched.

It is inevitable for the elderly to hurt their arms and legs.

Huo Ting thought a lot about grandpa, and then suddenly realized that in fact, he always remembered grandpa in his heart.

He knows what grandpa likes.

It's just that he didn't take these things to heart. Now that Li Qianmo suddenly took out these antique calligraphy and paintings, he thought of it.

In fact, all of this is what you like.

It's just that he didn't think of it.

Together, the two walked to the outermost part of the antique market, and they were about to leave.
The car was parked less than 200 meters from here.

However, they saw an interesting thing, a group of people surrounded a person, and there were a lot of woolen materials on that person's stall.

Wool, that is, jade that has not been mined.

To put it simply, a stone is wrapped with jade, and everyone can guess which stone has jade in it through their own guesses or professional stone gambling methods.

In this place, small tricks such as gambling with stones are still very common.

But most of the time, everyone can't bet anything.

For one thing, most of the stones here are some worthless wool brought back from the stone factory.

Because it was cheap, it was bought by some dealers, so you don't expect to find emeralds among these messy broken stones.

This probability is too small.

Another reason is that there are too few professionals here, and everyone just comes here to take a look at it based on their temporary hobbies, and they don't have much hope.

They don't have any professional means, they can only choose randomly like winning the lottery.

The greater the probability of winning the lottery, the greater the chance of success in betting on stones.

However, there is also a rumor that five years ago, there seemed to be an old man who picked up rags, and he gambled a stone at random in this stone gambling market, and in the end he really made a fortune.

The emerald in that stone is the best emerald, worth hundreds of thousands.

It is because of the legend of the old man that the stone gambling market has not declined.

Everyone has a hint of luck in their hearts, hoping that they can become the one in a million lucky ones.

But how likely is this to happen?no one knows.

Even that weird legend may have been fabricated by these business peddlers at will.

Huo Ting saw that the group of people were very excited, and they were all around the small stall.

Suddenly he became interested.

He has never seen such a scene before, and people are always curious about things that he has never seen.

He glanced at Li Qianmo next to him, and asked, "Do you want to go over and play?"

Li Qianmo nodded immediately, it seemed that there was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

She also took a fancy to this small stall just now, and thought it was very interesting, but she was afraid of delaying Huo tingshen's time.

Now that Huo Ting wants to see it deeply, they should go and see it together.