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Chapter 301 Bought a counterfeit!
This is the first time Yang Huan has come to the capital.

I haven't been here before, so I don't remember much, but it's his first time since time travel.

But the feeling is not very pleasant!
The past few days have happened to catch up with the smog in the capital, and the air is really terrible.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqing made preparations early and prepared the masks in advance.

As soon as he walked out of the airport gate, he easily saw Zhuang Zicheng in the crowd.

"Sister, brother Huan, here!"

The kid seemed very excited in the crowd, waving his hands non-stop.

"When did you come?" Zhuang Ziqing walked over and asked with concern.

It can be seen that the relationship between the two siblings is very good.

"It arrived the day before yesterday!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand and took the luggage from his sister.

"Go, I'll ask Uncle Zhong to drive to the gate and wait!"

Both Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing wore masks, and they looked like ordinary people.

Although masks can hardly conceal Zhuang Ziqing's graceful appearance, there are more people with angelic figures and devilish faces these days.

Coupled with the fact that the Internet is so developed, many people are used to it.

They were picked up by two black Volkswagens, and the driver in front of them was a middle-aged man in his 50s, serious and unsmiling.

But Yang Huan is very clear that this is a soldier, and he is also the most elite soldier.

So, he just nodded at the driver and sat in the back seat directly.

"Sister, you sit in the back, I'll sit in the front!"

After Zhuang Zicheng helped put the luggage into the rear compartment, he ran to open the door of the front passenger seat.

Zhuang Ziqing immediately blushed again, glared at her younger brother reproachfully, hesitated for a moment, and sat in shyly.

Yang Huan thought it was funny, you kid is doing bad things with good intentions now!
If Zhuang Zicheng didn't say anything, then Zhuang Ziqing would definitely sit in naturally.

But he just tore through the paper on the window, which made Zhuang Ziqing feel ashamed and annoyed, which was not very charming.

This is the capital, there is no threat, so Long Wu and Feng Jiu were arranged to sit in the back of the car.

Two black Volkswagens drove out of the Capital Airport slowly.

Long Wu and Feng Jiu sitting in the rear car saw from the rear view mirror that they had just started when someone was calling at the gate.

"Master, our people are here!" Long Wu said in WeChat.

Yang Huan smiled slightly, "Let them follow!"

"Know!"

Zhuang Ziqing looked worried, as if he had guessed something.

On the contrary, Zhuang Zicheng was a little curious.

"Brother Huan, is someone following you?"

The driver glanced at the distance behind through the rearview mirror, "Master Zicheng, the white one at the back!"

Zhuang Zicheng turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Long Wu and his car followed by a white Camry not too far away.

"Brother Huan, do you want me to send them away for you?"

That appearance, that posture, it seems that this kid is usually a bully in the capital!

Yang Huan chuckled, "No need, just follow if you like. I'll see how long they can follow!"

Zhuang Zicheng curled his lips and said nothing more.

On the contrary, it was the driver, Uncle Zhong, who secretly glanced at the young master Huan who was meeting him for the first time from the rear view mirror.

It doesn't seem to be such a dandy prodigal in the rumors!

"By the way, Zicheng, where can I appreciate antiques in the capital?"

"Antique?" Zhuang Zicheng frowned.

He's a lively young man with absolutely no interest in antiques or anything like that.

"Master Huan, if you want to appreciate antiques, you must go to the antique market in Beijing. It is the largest antique market in the world, and even many authoritative experts like to go there!"

"Really?" Yang Huan nodded after listening, "Then Uncle Zhong, which one is more famous?"

"Let's hide the Golden Pavilion!" Uncle Zhong replied.

But soon, another sentence was added.

"The old man usually goes there to drink tea and appreciate treasures."

He guessed that Yang Huan wanted to buy a gift for Mr. Zhuang as a birthday present, just as he liked.

As everyone knows, Yang Huan has already bought a gift, but he doesn't know the origin of this gift at all.

When giving a gift, one must know the name of the gift clearly, right?

"Okay, trouble Uncle Zhong, take me to the Golden Pavilion!"

"Okay, just on the way!"

Zhuang Ziqing was a little reluctant, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

After the previous two or three months of dating, their relationship can be said to be growing day by day, after all, they have reached the stage of discussing marriage.

Sometimes when I think about it, it doesn't seem like a big problem to get married first and then fall in love.

More importantly, Zhuang Ziqing was a very traditional woman at heart, she hardly asked Yang Huan about other matters, and never mentioned Zhang Ning or anyone else.

This is very much to Yang Huan's liking.

"No, you're tired too, go home and rest first!"

Zhuang Ziqing nodded obediently and hummed, "Then where do you live?"

"My family has a house in the capital, don't worry!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

After his grandfather Yang Baoping retired, he decided to return to Longhai to take care of his old age, so he returned all the houses, cars, etc. allocated to him by the government, showing his determination.

Later, Yang Wenfeng often came to the capital for business, so he bought a house in the core area of ​​the capital.

Yang Huan called home two days ago, guessing that the servant has packed up and is waiting for him to move in!

"Then...how about letting Zicheng go with you!" Zhuang Ziqing was still a little worried.

She knows Yang Huan's temper, and with her younger brother by her side, she can take care of everything.

"Yeah, Brother Huan, I'm fine anyway, let's go with you!"

Yang Huan happened to need someone who knew the way, so he agreed.

Soon, Uncle Zhong drove to the antique market in Beijing.

Long Wu naturally wanted to accompany Yang Huan, so Feng Jiu got into Uncle Zhong's car, and the other car was left waiting for Yang Huan and the others.

It was the first time for Yang Huan to visit the antique market. Looking left and right, he found it fresh.

This is the largest antique trading market in the world, with a very large area. This is still in the capital where every inch of land is expensive, which shows how popular the antique trading in the capital is.

After entering the market, Yang Huan looked around to see what was new and what was happening.

Zhuang Zicheng just found a passer-by, asked where the hidden golden pavilion was, and went.

The Cangjin Pavilion is on the ground floor of the antique market. It is small in size, but there are a wide variety of antique treasures inside. In addition, the overall decoration has a strong antique Chinese style, which looks very tasteful.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.

"Welcome, do you need anything?"

A middle-aged man in a simple scholar's robe immediately greeted him, cupping his fists and saluting, his eyes flicked past Yang Huan and Long Wu, a little surprised.

When he saw Zhuang Zicheng again, his eyes lit up.

The most important thing for a person in business is a pair of eyes.

"So it's Young Master Zhuang!"

"You know me?" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, it was his first time here.

"Master Zhuang is a regular customer of our store. Before I left, I sent an antique to your residence. I have seen Young Master Zhuang's golden face!"

"is it?"

Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, he remembered it once he saw it, and he didn't know how long ago it was.

The middle-aged scribe smiled faintly, "Master Zhuang is here, please come upstairs!"

Only then did they realize that there was actually a second floor in the Golden Pavilion.

I went up to the second floor from the mahogany stairs, but found that there is something strange here.

The second floor is designed in imitation of ancient teahouses, and has a special independent passage, which can be directly upstairs from outside the market.

It was people like Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng who didn't know the way, who came in from the hustle and bustle of the antique market.

At this time, there were many guests on the second floor. Some of them were drinking tea, some were playing with birds, and some were gathering in front of some glass cabinets to appraise treasures. They seemed to be a group of antique lovers who were either rich or expensive.

"Master Zhuang, this young master, our master is here!"

Two gray-haired old men came across, one had a rosy complexion and walked vigorously.

One is leaning on crutches, looking very old.

The middle-aged scribe stepped forward, cupped his fists to the old man on crutches, and whispered a few words in the ruddy old man's ear. The latter looked at Zhuang Zicheng and Yang Huan, smiled and walked over.

"Master Zhuang!"

"Boss!" Zhuang Zicheng also imitated their appearance and saluted.

"This is my elder brother, surnamed Yang!"

"Master Yang!" The boss clasped his fists again and saluted.

But he gave people the impression that he was polite, but somewhat arrogance of a literati.

"I don't know if Master Zhuang is here. Does Mr. Zhuang have any orders?"

"That's not true!" Zhuang Zicheng shook his head.

The boss was obviously disappointed.

It seems that Mr. Zhuang is a big customer in his shop.

"I heard that the boss's appreciation ability is well-known in the capital. My elder brother bought a gadget from a friend before, and I want to ask the boss to appreciate it, and see if he can find out the source!"

Although they didn't come here for business, they were from the Zhuang family. The boss didn't dare to be careless, so he immediately looked at Yang Huan.

"Master Yang, please!"

Yang Huan took out the wooden box of Nuanyu from his pocket, and suddenly there was a burst of fragrance, which brightened the eyes of those who were close at hand.

At least this box is not vulgar!

Especially the old man on crutches, his eyes were fixed on the wooden box in Yang Huan's hand, as if he had a strong desire to open it and take a look to see what was inside.

Yang Huan didn't delay too much, he didn't have any interest in appreciating antiques, so he opened it directly.

The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked disappointed, isn't it just an ordinary jade pendant?
It just looks like there is a little blood in it.

The boss seemed a little surprised at first, he let out a snort, but he got closer and looked at it carefully.

After watching for two or three minutes, he shook his head.

"How much did Mr. Yang cost for this jade pendant?"

"150 million!" Yang Huan replied.

After the boss heard this, he chuckled, shook his head and said, "Young Master Yang, you have been cheated!"

"Cheated?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

"This jade pendant is really good, but it's definitely not worth such a high price. There is an ancient character on it, but I can't recognize what the character is. It's a bit like a ghost drawing. I can conclude that this is a counterfeit, just a little old."

"No way!" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised to hear Yang Huan talk about the origin of the jade pendant.

"Boss, do you want to look more clearly?"

The boss smiled and shook his head, "You two young masters, I don't know how many antiques I appreciate every day with my eyes, and I still have such confidence in myself that I can't make a mistake. If you let me buy this antique, it will cost up to [-] yuan!"

Ten thousand?
Damn it, I spent 150 million!

However, seeing the confident appearance of the boss, he really believed it!
After all, he is an expert in this field!

Besides, at the time of the auction, the British didn't say it was an antique treasure, did they?
Yang Huan was a little unexpected. The jade pendant he bought for £15 turned out to be a fake?

Grandma is a bear, it's no wonder the Duke of Westminster can't settle accounts when he goes back!
Although 15 pounds is not worth mentioning, it doesn't feel good to be cheated, right?
"Mr. Yang, you should find a reputable place to buy antiques. Our Zangjin Pavilion is an old shop that has been around for many years. It is well known in the antique circle in the capital. If Mr. Yang is interested, you are welcome to visit us anytime!"

After finishing speaking, he clasped his fist again, "Sorry, I still have something to do, forgive me, forgive me!"

Then, he walked away with the middle-aged scribe, obviously going to entertain a customer.

Yang Huan looked at the jade pendant in the wooden box in his hand, then at Zhuang Zicheng, curled his lips.

"Damn it, these days, even antiques have plastic surgery like others, so let people live?"

Zhuang Zicheng did the same thing, he could only smile wryly, "Just take it as a lesson!"

Fortunately, Brother Huan is rich and powerful, only 150 million, it doesn't hurt!

"Let's go!"

Yang Huan knew that he was not here to buy things, and the owner of the Golden Pavilion was not interested in entertaining you.

Simply, not even tea.

No way, people open the door to do business after all!
Could it be that they smashed up their shop?
The two went downstairs and found that the downstairs was a remote alleyway, but it was cleaned up.

Obviously, this road is specially catered to those distinguished guests.

After taking two steps, an old voice came from behind.

"You two, please stay!"

Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng listened and turned their heads immediately.

But he saw the old man on crutches chasing him from behind.

　Today is the New Year's Eve at the end of the year, Lao Chen wishes book friends a happy holiday!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)