Crazy, you call it a prosecutor

Chapter 94: Trip to the Ice City

Under the offensive of Li Zaihua's sweet talk.

Han Hyo Joo sinks again.

The two regained their former intimacy.

They left the book cafe, bought some underwear and clothes for a change, and couldn't wait to return to the hotel.

Crazy overnight.
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The next day.

Li Zaihua got up early to buy a love breakfast and put it beside the bed.

"Xiaozhou, breakfast is in the living room, you have a good rest, I'll go to the antique city and come back at noon."

At this moment, Han Xiaozhou was no longer as mad as he was last night, he hummed twice weakly, and fell back into a deep sleep.

Li Zaihua shook his head, picked up the landline in the bedroom, and made a call according to the number on the business card.

After a few seconds, the phone connected.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Xuebin, I'm not doing business today."

"Master Zhang, come to Shangri-La to pick me up."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Xuebin instantly remembered the bullet from yesterday.

"Mr. Zhang, just come down directly, I'm already outside."

Hearing this, Li Zaihua nodded in satisfaction and hung up the phone casually.
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Outside the hotel.

Zhang Xuebin stood in front of the car door, looked left and right, until Li Zaihua's figure appeared, and immediately opened the car door.

"Master Zhang, sit in front today."

Zhang Xuebin closed the car door, opened the co-pilot's door and said, "Mr. Zhang, please get in the car."

Li Zaihua was also polite, and bent down to get into the car.

Zhang Xuebin closed the car door, returned to the driver's seat, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, where are you going today?"

"I'm coming to Bingcheng this time, and I plan to buy a pair of Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting, do you have a connection!"

Antique, that is a tall thing.

Zhang Xuebin shook his head and said: "There is no way, but there is the largest antique market in Northeast China at the intersection of Jingyu Street and Tou Street.
"But they are basically fakes, designed to deceive foreigners. If you want to find the real ones, it is equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack."

"If you want to buy paintings and calligraphy, you'd better go to Bingcheng Cultural Building. Antiques, calligraphy and paintings are more authoritative. There is also a flower, bird and fish market in the building. I can take you there to have a look, maybe you will gain something."

Li Zaihua is as good as others: "Okay, let's go to the Cultural Building."

The matter of ponytails and pigtails can be dealt with at any time, and finding Zhang Daqian's authentic works is the most important thing.

As soon as Zhang Xuebin stepped on the gas pedal, the taxi rushed out instantly.

Bingcheng Culture Building is located on Miaopu Street, Nangang District, far from Daoli District.

after an hour.

A taxi stopped at the Bingcheng Cultural Building.

People come and go, and business seems to be doing well.

"Master Zhang, will you go up with me, or wait in the car?"

Zhang Xuebin is a rough person, he knows nine out of ten things about antique calligraphy and painting, and knows nothing about them.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll wait for you in the car."

Li Zaihua nodded and followed the flow of people into the Cultural Building.

There are more than 100 galleries here, and almost all the antiques, calligraphy and paintings in the whole ice city are concentrated here.

The bottom floor is the flower, bird and fish market, and Li Zaihua followed the signs all the way to the antique shop.
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An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Zaihua walked out of the gallery in disappointment again and again.

"MD, what is more authoritative? It's purely deceptive. None of Zhang Daqian's paintings are real."

He looked up at the shop in front of him, Tongji Antiques.

This store is different from other galleries. It is similar to the antique shop in the old days, with various fake antiques on the left and right sides.

An old man in his sixties and wearing a gray jacket sat on a chair, dozing off.

Looking at the fake antiques in the room, Li Zaihua was already disappointed, and when he was about to turn around and leave, a voice suddenly stopped him.

"Boss, don't go into the store and have a look, maybe there is something you want!"

At this time, the dozing boss had already woken up, standing at the door and looking at him with a smile.

"Ice City is not as good as Beidu. After visiting so many stores, I can't find what I want at all." Li Zaihua sighed.

Upon hearing this, the boss of Tongji smiled confidently and said, "What's your surname, boss?"

"open!"

"Boss Zhang, Tongji Antiques is a century-old brand that has been passed down from my grandfather's generation. Just tell me what you need. If I don't have it here, then the entire Bingcheng City doesn't have what you want."

Li Zaihua's eyes lit up.

"I want an authentic work by Zhang Daqian, calligraphy and painting are fine!"

"It turns out to be a big client, please come in!" The boss of Tongji rubbed his hands like a profiteer in a TV series, and said, "Don't tell me, I really have Zhang Daqian's authentic works here, it depends on whether you can offer a starting price."

"Money is not a problem, it must be genuine."

The boss of Tongji put on a shy face, and said with a smile: "I guarantee that the goods are genuine. My century-old reputation of Tongji antiques cannot be ruined by the old man."

Li Zaihua smiled slightly, but he didn't believe a word in his heart. These old foxes and ghosts didn't tell the truth.

However, he still walked into the Tongji antique shop full of expectations.

"Boss Zhang, wait a moment, I'll go get something."

Li Zaihua nodded, sat down on the chair, and then looked at the layout of the antique shop.

It didn't take a while.

The boss of Tongji came over holding a painting box, and then handed a pair of white gloves to Li Zaihua.

"Boss Zhang, look for yourself."

Li Zaihua put on his gloves, took out the scroll from the painting box and unfolded it. According to the identification method in social memory, it was indeed an authentic painting.

However, the value of this piece of writing is not high, it should be from the hands of Zhang Daqian in his early years, and the estimated price is about [-], which is too low to sell.

"Is there anything else?" Li Zaihua shook his head in disappointment and said, "Although this calligraphy is authentic, it was written by Zhang Daqian in his early years, and it does not meet my requirements."

Hearing this, the boss of Tongji gave a thumbs up.

"Hey, I met an expert today. I still have a few calligraphy and paintings by Zhang Daqian here. Please hold your eye."

Li Zaihua also didn't want to travel all the way to Beidu, now that he finally came across an antique shop with authentic works, how could he let it go.

"Boss, as long as I am satisfied, the price is not a problem!"

"Okay, Boss Zhang, wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, the boss of Tongji put the scroll back into the painting box, turned and left.

After a few minutes.

The owner of Tongji walked out with six painting boxes in his arms and placed them on the counter one by one.

"Boss Zhang, all the goods in my store are here, no matter how dissatisfied, I can't help it!"

Li Zaihua subconsciously licked his lips, carefully opened the painting box, and took out a few calligraphy and paintings.

The first five pieces are all authentic works, but they are not fine works.

When he opened the sixth painting, his eyes suddenly brightened.

A figure painting, a portrait of a peninsula woman, and a poem "Huanxisha".

"Hey, it's actually Zhang Daqian's "Makeup Makeup Picture"."

Finally found what he wanted, Li Zaihua said straight to the point: "Boss, I want this painting, please make an offer!"

The boss of Tongji laughed, saying that it will not open for three years, and it will take three years after opening.

"Boss, this painting is a rare masterpiece. There is a touching story behind it. It will definitely increase in value in the future. Buy it back to ensure that you will not regret it...

As he spoke, he raised two fingers: "200 million, no bargaining!"

(End of this chapter)