The God of War Husband of the Female CEO

Guess what Ye Fan saw?
It turned out that he saw an ancient painting without a scroll hidden in the dragon head crutch.Due to the long time, the back of the drawing paper has turned yellow.

After Ye Fan was surprised, he became a little confused again. When he saw the inkstone in the stone statue yesterday, he could smell a trace of spirituality on the inkstone.But there is no aura in this painting, why?
Could it be that this kid did it on purpose?Is it a fake painting?

Ye Fandun was a little uncertain, and continued to eat and drink with the two of them without compromising on the surface.

It didn't take long, and Huang Xiaoliu had almost stuffed his stomach.

Smiling to the fat man and Ye Fan who had put down their chopsticks a long time ago and were smoking, "Okay, you can see the goods. By the way, Brother Ye, if you are interested, you can also take a look together."

Ye Fan said oh, and said in his heart, even if you don't tell me, I will take a look.

The three walked to the corner, Huang Xiaoliu carefully opened the black bag, and took out two bowls, one of which was broken.There is also a pen holder and the last one is a teapot.

He smiled and said to the fat man, "Fatty brother, look, this time they are all old antiques, good things?"

Fatty Wang fell in love with the pen holder at first glance, he picked it up excitedly, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then nodded, "You boy, this time you have a bit of conscience, and you didn't lie to Fatty with fakes. "

"This pen holder is hard, fine-grained, and exudes a slight fragrance. It should be an authentic pen holder made of small-leaf red sandalwood."

"However, it's much worse in this era. At first glance, this production is a work of the Qing Dynasty, and it has little collection value."

"In this way, I won't cheat you, because it's not easy for you to steal from your hometown. I'll give you 8 yuan, what do you think?"

[-] is not too much, but it is not too little, so it can be said to be a moderate price.

Huang Xiaoliu scratched his head, "Oh, fat brother, add a little more, [-], right? You know, the two money I won a while ago are almost gone, so let's do my brother a favor. "

Fatty Wang pointed at him, "Your boy, it's ok, [-] is [-], but if there is any good stuff in the future, just like today, call Fatty as soon as possible."

Seeing that the fat man agreed, Huang Xiaoliu grinned happily, "Okay!"

Pointing to other things, he said excitedly, "Brother Fat, what about these things?"

Fatty Wang glanced at it and laughed, "Then it's up to you to deal with it. Throw it away, or put it on the street to fool others, it's up to you!"

Huang Xiaoliu was stunned, "No way, they are all fakes? Look again, I stole them all from under the old guy's bed!"

"In order to steal these things, I even invited him to drink for a week. He let down his guard and was drunk by me. Fat brother, look carefully, it's not a good thing. The old guy can hide it so well." Strict?"

The fat man shook his head, "Oh, my young master Huang, take a look at this bowl, let alone your house, there are several at my mother's place."

"Look at this crutch again. I'm going. It's dirty and broken. More than half of the tung oil on the wood has fallen off, not to mention the moths. Moreover, the material used is very poor, very ordinary wood."

"Don't say it's not an antique, even an antique is not worth a lot of money. You don't even need it to beat a dog."

"Ah? This..." Huang Xiaoliu blushed when he was told by the fat man.

Then he became happy again, "Whatever it is, anyway, I got a real product and made a profit of [-], which is pretty good. Then, fat brother, give me the money quickly, mother, I have been holding back for the past few days. Back home, my hands are itching to death."

The fat man shook his head, took out a wad of money from the bag he brought over, and said while counting, "Little six, it's not the fat man, I'm talkative, you really can't do it like this, one day, you will die in the Gambling."

How could Huang Xiaoliu listen to it? He chuckled and said, "It's okay. I'll stop when I win a big sum of money one day."

He took the money, counted it twice excitedly, and then smiled, "That's right."

As soon as he stuffed the money into his pocket, he was about to pack up the rest, when he suddenly thought of Ye Fan.

Smiled, "Brother Ye, although the fat brother doesn't like these things, you can buy them back. Go to the street stall at night, and you may be lucky. You may even earn tens of thousands of 10,000+ Woolen cloth!"

The fat man thinks that he has made it very clear just now, that this is a common product in modern times, and it is worthless.

If Ye Fan wanted it, he wouldn't have much to say.After all, no matter what, this is Huang Xiaoliu's business.

As for Ye Fan, when he heard Huang Xiaoliu calling him, he smiled.You know, even if he doesn't call himself, Ye Fan will stop him.

Because when Ye Fan approached the corner with them just now, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual energy passing over in an instant.

In other words, the painting inside the cane is authentic.The reason why I didn't smell the spiritual energy just now was because I was too far away from it.

In order to prove this idea, Ye Fan deliberately took another step back, and the aura faded a lot in an instant.

After a few tries, Ye Fan got an answer, that is, he can only smell the aura within one meter from these aura things, otherwise it would be difficult to smell.

But when the aura is transported to the eyes, the visual range is much farther.

Hearing what Huang Xiaoliu said now, Ye Fan smiled, and took out his three-yuan pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

One of them hit one, lit it and laughed, "Don't tell me, I really want to start with a street stall!"

Huang Xiaoliu nodded when he heard that, and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, I'm not a brother, I say you, you are not as good as I am!"

"Brother, I smoke cigarettes that cost eight yuan a pack. Look at you. The big front door costs three yuan. I'll go. It's too bad."

"This means that you must have no money, bro. Maybe you don't even have the money to purchase the goods. Then why don't you buy these few pieces from me, and you can fool one by one. When you have money in your hand, do it again." It would be nice to have some regular business."

Ye Fan pretended to be embarrassed, and scratched his head, "But if you lie to others, you will be scolded to death behind your back. And my own conscience will also be disturbed."

Huang Xiaoliu laughed excitedly, and patted Ye Fan's shoulder twice, "Oh, my honest big brother, who doesn't lie, who doesn't lie, who doesn't cheat, and who doesn't act!"

"Conscience? How much is a conscience worth? When you have no money, no matter how honest you are, people will look down on you. If you have money, even if you fart, many people will say that you are fragrant."

"At that time, you can publish a book called Fa Caijing, and sell it for 290 nine yuan. Even if the content of this book is nonsense, there will be a lot of people buying it."

Ye Fan seemed to be moved by what he said, and scratched his head, "That's right. Then man, how much did you sell me for this thing?"

Huang Xiaoliu stretched out five fingers without hesitation, "Two bowls, plus a teapot and a crutch, don't ask for more, just five thousand."

Ye Fan pretended to be heartbroken and shook his head, "No, it's too expensive, and you want five thousand from me for four broken things. You are too foolish."

The fat man also laughed beside him, "Yes, Xiao Liu, I called Brother Ye over to drink, you kid can't treat him like a bigot and kill him!"

While talking, he thought to himself, although Ye Fan opened the front door and was dressed in ordinary clothes, his speech and demeanor were absolutely extraordinary.It's even more impossible to set up a street stall with these rags.

There must be something tricky in it!God, wouldn't there be another Guanyin reminding him in his ear?