Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

"Sixth brother, how can we find some valuable things from Europeans?"

System Laoliu knew that He Yuzhu was talking to himself. It was not He Yuzhu's fault. He Yuzhu had only learned a little bit of domestic antique knowledge, but he knew nothing about foreign antiques.

"Zhu Zi, I have the technology, but the price is..."

He Yuzhu curled his lips. He couldn't stand Lao Liu's greedy look every day.

"Sixth brother, what do you need so much money for? It's not for food or drink. We are good brothers. Let me spend it for you and enjoy it."

Lao Liu knew that he couldn't beat He Yuzhu in terms of talking.

I simply replied, "This money is useful to me."

No matter how much He Yuzhu brainwashed System Lao Liu, he would always say, "This money is useful to me."

He Yuzhu was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he was afraid that Lao Liu would take the opportunity to raise the price, so he could only lie on the bed and sulk.

This time, Lao Liu still had a conscience and only asked for five gold bars.

Looking at the few gold bars he had left, He Yuzhu felt a pang of pain in his heart, wondering how many of them he would have left after the storm.

I can't care about so many things now. Money is a bastard. We can earn it again if we lose it, but some things, once missed, will be a lifelong regret.

He Yuzhu, who had figured it out, flashed into the space and accepted Lao Liu's enlightenment. Not to mention the aftereffects were quite severe.

When he woke up, He Yuzhu felt that his pillow was wet. He instantly became uneasy and wondered why he was drooling.

"It must be Lao Liu's doing."

He Yuzhu got up, opened the curtains, and looked at the bright sunshine. He wanted to shout: "My dears, I'm here."

I slept too soundly last night, and luckily the alarm clock set off my alarm. Fortunately, He Yuzhu was not on duty to make breakfast this morning, otherwise it would have been a lot of fun.

He Yuzhu secretly reminded himself that he couldn't just trust his biological clock blindly, he still had to set an alarm.

He Yuzhu did not go to the cafeteria to eat breakfast. After taking out some private goods from the space to satisfy his craving for food, he destroyed the evidence, got dressed and went out.

He Yuzhu was unfamiliar with the place, and after thinking about it, he decided that the only place he was "famous" was the Art Street, so he decided to try his luck there.

He Yuzhu is not a person who hesitates, so he strolled to the Art Street.

The stupid shop owner didn't even open the door. He Yuzhu shook his head and had to go to the next one.

When I entered the store, I found that the owner was an old man. When he saw that I was the Oriental man who collected scrap yesterday, he felt that fortune had changed and it was my turn to get rich today, so he became even more enthusiastic.

"Dear Oriental friend, I'm here to buy some artwork today. The price is negotiable."

Although he smiled, he was muttering in his heart, "Oh no, there are no bottles and jars in the store. Let's see if we can sell him some European art."

The two of them were very cautious. He Yuzhu also glanced at them aimlessly for a few times, and then said: "Mr. Stupid Pig, I'll just take a look and see if there is anything I like that I can buy back as a gift."

When the old man heard this, he thought it was a good idea, so he started to promote it without sparing any words.

He Yuzhu was really not interested in these nude portraits. Even if he gave them to himself, he wouldn't dare to take them out when he returned home.

"Ding ~"

"Zhu Zi, there is a genuine Jacques-Louis David painting in that pile of sketches. It is of high value."

He Yuzhu didn't expect that last night's transaction would have this function, and he was very excited for a moment.

But what System Laoliu said next instantly sank He Yuzhu's heart.

"Zhu Zi, don't think too much. This function only works on foreign artworks, uh huh~"

Looking at System Laoliu's arrogant look, He Yuzhu really wanted to fight with him.

Having hair doesn't mean being bald, so He Yuzhu had to accept the reality.

Since Gou Laoliu said that there was some authentic David work in that pile of items, and it was of high value, you would be a bastard not to make some money from it since it’s so cheap.

But in order not to be so obvious, He Yuzhu picked and chose in the store, and from time to time he said "Wow~ so beautiful."

"Oh, the thing is good but too expensive."

If you want to act, you have to perform it in full. He Yuzhu shook his head helplessly.

The shop owner took a look and thought: "It seems that this Oriental man has also been attracted by the art of the Iron Tower Country. It seems that today's transaction volume will exceed yesterday's."

He Yuzhu's superb acting skills convinced the old man that He Yuzhu wanted to buy it, but he didn't have enough money in his pocket, so without waiting for He Yuzhu to speak, he spoke first:

"My oriental friend, I have a batch of new fine works here. I haven't had time to frame them yet. Take a look and see if there is anything you like."

He Yuzhu was immediately amused, thinking: "Old man, you stretched your neck out by yourself, so don't blame me for cutting it too hard."

"Mr. Stupid Pig, thank you for your recommendation. I'll take a look."

After saying that, He Yuzhu squatted down and started to pick them up one by one.

The more I dug into it, the more anxious I became. This foreigner's imagination is different from ours. Just like the famous domestic painters are afraid that others will not know that their paintings are their own, they not only write their names after finishing the painting, but even write the year, month and day of the painting clearly.

But foreigners don’t think so. They like to make others guess, just like playing a game and they never get tired of it.

"Sixth brother, which David's original painting are you talking about? You can't let me buy all this junk."

The old shop owner saw how seriously He Yuzhu was selecting, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He bought these from the junk collector for a few dollars, and he would make his money back as long as he sold one. His stroke of genius was really smart.

"Dear Oriental friend, how about it? I didn't lie to you, right? They are all good paintings, right?"

At this moment, He Yuzhu didn't have the energy to deal with him.

After a while, the voice of System Laoliu was heard.

"Zhu Zi, why are you so anxious? I'll tell you if I find the real thing."

He Yuzhu was speechless. "Old Six, you should have made it clear in advance. I can tolerate it because you are the leader, but if it is someone else, I will punch him twice."

He Yuzhu was almost done reading. In his opinion, these paintings were all rubbish and not worthy of being accepted in the hall. Now he seriously suspected that System Laoliu was playing a trick on him.

When there were only a few pieces left, He Yuzhu had a strong intuition telling him that this painting was not simple. It was hard to tell whether the content was good or bad, but the quality of the paper was obviously much better than the ones he had seen before.

"Ding ~"

"Congratulations to the host for discovering five sketches of Jacques Louis David."

He Yuzhu became excited when he heard this, thinking it was a good deal.

He Yuzhu picked up the five sketches and said, "Mr. Stupid Pig, you are so deceiving. There is nothing good in this."

The old man was not embarrassed when he was exposed, and said: "These are all works of young artists from the Iron Tower Country. Three dollars each."

"One dollar. If it works, I'll take it. If it doesn't, I'll leave."

When the old man saw that He Yuzhu didn't seem to be joking, he agreed.

"My oriental friend, welcome to Taobao again."

"Okay, Mr. Stupid Pig, we'll see you someday."

After leaving the store, He Yuzhu chuckled, "When it comes to bargaining, the Chinese are your ancestors."

"Oh, no, China is your ancestor in every aspect."