The rebirth confession failed, the school beauty is anxious

Chapter 102

Zhou Chen felt like an adult was cheating a child out of his pocket money. He couldn't laugh or cry: "You give me all your pocket money, what do you use it for?"

"I still have a small treasury and living expenses!"

"Little rich woman, I don't think I have to work hard anymore, how about you support me from now on!"

"Okay... If you are not afraid of being gossiped about, I can support you!"

Logan pursed his red lips and smiled softly.

Zhou Chen gently scraped Tang Wan's nose: "I don't want to eat soft rice!"

After checking out of the room, Zhou Chen took Tang Wan to the antique street by car.

This antique street still retains many ancient buildings from the Ming Dynasty. Both sides of the aisle are filled with old farmers wearing patched clothes and straw hats.

In fact, these old farmers are pretending to give people the impression that their antiques are dug out from the countryside or mountains.

Tang Wan grabbed the corner of Zhou Chen's clothes and asked in a low voice: "Zhou Chen, do you want to buy antiques?"

Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows: "Then what else would I be doing here?"

Tang Wan pursed his lips and said, "Do you know anything about antiques? My grandfather has been in the industry for more than 30 years and he often punches in the eyes!"

"Do you believe in luck?" Zhou Chen asked with a smile.

"I don't believe it!" Logan shook his head.

"You have to believe...I've always been very lucky!"

"Really? Why didn't I see it?"

"Think about it, if I was unlucky, how could I have met such a nice girl like you?" Zhou Chen chuckled.

"Ah...are you trying to trick me?" Tang Wan blushed and pinched Zhou Chen's waist.

"Hiss...it hurts..." Zhou Chen bared his teeth and screamed.

"Ah...I didn't use any strength!" Logan was a little dazed.

"It's okay, just rub it for me and it won't hurt!"

"Huh, you're trying to trick me again!" Tang Wanjiao hummed and turned her head to the side.

While talking, the two came to the door of a shop called Jubao Pavilion.

Zhou Chen's heart beat faster when he looked at the plaque with the three gilded characters "Jubao Pavilion" engraved on it.

This is it…

When Guo Yuncong was being interviewed at that time, he also specifically advertised Jubao Pavilion.

The two of them walked into the store, where there was only an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks lying on a couch.

He held a meter-long pipe in his left hand and a cattail leaf fan in his right hand, which he kept fanning.

There was tea brewing on the coffee table next to her, and there was an old-fashioned radio playing Peking Opera.

The old man glanced at the two of them with half-squinted eyes, and when he saw that they were two little kids, he immediately lost interest: "The cheapest item in my store costs 8,000 to 8,000 yuan!"

"Snob!"

Zhou Chen threw the plastic bag in his hand on the coffee table next to him, and stacks of bundled hundred-yuan bills slipped out.

The old man suddenly sat up from the couch, grabbed a pile of money, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"Hiss...it's true..."

The old man changed his previous attitude, washed two teacups, poured tea, and said with a flattering smile, "I was wondering why magpies were chirping as soon as we opened the door this morning. It turns out there are distinguished guests!"

He can spend 100,000 yuan at a young age, so he is obviously a rich second generation.

Antique Street likes these wealthy second generations the most.

Zhou Chen put the money away and said with a smile: "Do you have any better calligraphy and painting?"

"Look at what you said!" The old man said with an arrogant expression: "I'm not bragging, I have the best calligraphy and paintings in the entire antique street!"

The old man made an invitation gesture: "Which family is this young master from? You are dressed in a low-key manner!"

Zhou Chen looked around, then leaned over and whispered: "I'm from the provincial capital, and my family is not in business!"

The old man looked stern: "I understand, brother, there's no need to say anything!"

Either he is a businessman or he is from an official family. No wonder he dresses so low-key. Officials are not easy to fool, so they have to bring out some good stuff.

The old man walked to a shelf, then pulled out a wooden box from the bottom layer of the shelf, opened the lid of the wooden box, and found a box full of calligraphy and paintings.

"My grandpa is celebrating his birthday soon. He likes to draw, especially horses..."

Zhou Chen's mind was filled with the picture of immediate success drawn by Xu Beihong.

Xu Beihong is a famous painter in modern times. His paintings contain the essence of traditional oriental art and have great collection value, especially the horses he painted, which have profound meanings. The Eight Horses painting is worth tens of millions.

The old man took out all the scrolls in the box, and quickly took out two scrolls that were marked: "Here is a pair of paintings called "Race to Success" and "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping", both of which are masterpieces by Master Xu Beihong. Which one do you want?"