My museum is perfect!

Qiao Qiao originally thought that the children mentioned by Bo Shu refer to people who just entered the industry or after listening to a few lectures and feel that they can do it, they have money in their pockets, and their eyes sweep the entire antique market, but Qiao Qiao saw the so-called After the children, she was stunned.

God damn kid, this is an old friend!

Elder Zhou didn't expect that Qiao Qiao would know the little teacher, so he said "Hey" and couldn't hide the surprise in his voice, "You two know each other?"

"This..." is the master I often talk about.

"It's a good friend." Fearing that Shuling would call her master outside, Qiao Qiao tugged at Boshu's sleeve and replied, "I never thought you two would meet. It's really fate."

Bo Shu lowered his eyes and ignored the two of them, his gaze was fixed on Qiao Qiaola's sleeve, a little dazed, the tips of his ears moved, and soon turned pink.

"That's right, hahahaha!" Mr. Zhou glanced at Boshu first and then at Qiaoqiao, as if he had discovered something, he chuckled and shook his head, "I accidentally bought something for drinking water a few days ago, who knows Be careful, and thanks to Teacher Bo, you didn't pay more tuition."

In the industry, punching an eye means accidentally misjudging that you have bought a fake product. Judging from the degree of familiarity between the two, Mr. Zhou's eye punching is probably a bit big.

"The sea of ​​learning is boundless." Qiao Qiao sighed, and the words of Zhou Lao, who used to watch the world, came to his mind involuntarily.

At that time, Qiao Qiao had just been adopted by Mr. Zhou, and Mr. Zhou was sitting on the repair table and telling her the story of the past.

"Don't always think about picking up leaks in this business. Where will you pick up the leaks? You go to pick up leaks, but you don't know that you have become a leak in the eyes of others." Mr. Zhou from the watch world sighed, and the wrinkles on his face were so worried. It deepened a lot, "Those who are self-righteous and greedy for petty gains will have to pay tuition."

The repair platform is higher than Xiao Qiaoqiao, she raised her head on her toes and asked earnestly, "Has the teacher paid the tuition too?"

"Oh! I paid quite a lot. I could have bought several houses in the city center at that time." Mr. Zhou stretched out his hand to count, "When I was young, I didn't know the bottom of the world, and I always wanted to pick up a house." Leak." At that time, I was no match for this group of people, and I was praised to the sky for a few words, and I was paid for a few words.

Xiao Qiaoqiao took Mr. Zhou's words to heart and nodded, "Don't worry, I will help you earn the money back in the future!"

His thoughts stopped abruptly here, Qiao Qiao looked at the young Zhou Lao in the other world, bent his lips, and the two exchanged a few business words before finally asking the question.

"Then what are you going to buy today?"

"A set of small gadgets." Mr. Zhou put on a trick, shaking his head and said, "The cold life is on the green box, and the shadow is reflected in the green screen."

"Huh? These are Mei Yaochen's words?" Qiao Qiao thought about the antiques related to Mei Yaochen in his mind, and he had a flash of inspiration, "Could it be Wu Hufan's calligraphy and painting Hanting stone ladle pot?"

Elder Zhou showed a gratified look, "That's it."

"How can this be considered a gadget!"

If it is genuine, this pot is made by Mr. Gu Jingzhou, who is known as the "master of a generation" and "the master of pot art". Anyone who is familiar with this industry knows Mr. Gu's name. It is no exaggeration to say that Mr. Gu has promoted the prosperity and development of purple sand pottery art. .

Qiao Qiao has heard a little about this Wu Hufan Calligraphy and Painting Han Ting Stone Pour Pot. He bought the pot at the watch world auction.

Mr. Zhou sighed, "Speaking of small things, novels are neither small nor small. The circle of this industry is getting smaller and the water is getting deeper. The world has no reverence for ancient objects, which is why the museum is ruined."

In the watch world, the state has strict policies on antiquities, and its control is entirely in the hands of the state, and museums are not personal property. Coupled with the promotion of related antiquities variety shows, the world respects them.

The inner world is completely opposite to the watch world. Let’s not talk about the museum he inherited, but the fact that the museum was stolen confuses Qiao Qiao. It’s been so long, and the police haven’t given any definite information. Qiao Qiao has seen it. What is the loss of inheritance.

The antique market in the other world is very small, and the end of a street can be seen at a glance. Two or three people scattered around the stalls look particularly desolate.

"Now you young people are still launching some trendy toys, limited edition figures, and they sell more expensive than these." Mr. Zhou doesn't know much about the art that young people pursue. He doesn't understand why a piece that looks like a small toy Stuff, marked with a limited number, and after the joint name, sold more expensive than these ancient objects!

His nephew likes these so much, he even bought an exhibition stand, densely covered with a glass cover, he asked curiously that day, a doll the size of a palm costs [-] yuan, and he said what bjd is called, he raised it baby.

Can these things have antiques and inheritance value?

Hearing Mr. Zhou's doubts, Qiao Qiao smiled, "This is the collision of the culture of the times and the culture of history. Don't you understand, Mr. Zhou. Think carefully about the historical origin of each antique. Who knows when it was placed at that time? Their value at the moment? It’s just a pot of water, a pot of flowers, which is far less important than it is now. As time goes by, history has settled on it, giving it a unique charm. This is the most important thing. importance."

Zhou Lao was anxious: "How can this be compared with them!"

Qiao Qiao continued to enlighten, "Why not? In the next hundred years, we will all become 'ancient people'. The trendy toys, figures, and bjd you talk about are products of our era and represent our unique history and culture."

The existence of every circle has its meaning. It’s okay if you don’t know about it, but please don’t be biased. If you understand it one-sidedly and blindly veto it, a blind eye and gossip will cause great harm to it.Although Qiao Qiao's words didn't change Lao Zhou's mind immediately, they generally made him realize something new.

"Forget it, I still can't figure it out after talking so much. You young people are tossing about things. If you like to toss, go to toss, but remember, you can do whatever you have financial ability. Don't put All the money is spent on this." Mr. Zhou waved his hand, showing an impatient look.

What Qiao Qiao said made Mr. Zhou mistakenly think that the other party was also playing these things. He reminded, "You can play, but don't burden your quality of life."

"Don't worry, I know." Qiao Qiao comforted the other party, "I won't buy these."

"That's fine." Elder Zhou heaved a sigh of relief, looking at the taciturn Bo Shu, with a sense of trust in his tone, "Mr. Bo, you and Qiao Qiao are friends, take care of her more usually, let her Come out and walk more."

Bo Shu nodded slowly when he heard the words, "Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Qiao Qiao: "..."

This topic turned a little too fast, it always feels weird.

Elder Zhou led the two of them to the end, at the door of a store named "Wu", he nodded and said, "Here we are, this is it."

here?

Isn't this shop closed?

The wooden door carved with complicated patterns was closed tightly, and the beams and pillars beside the door said weekends and weekends. Today happens to be weekends, so no one is there, right?

Just as Qiao Qiao was wondering, she suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with the door. Under the sunlight, the brown wooden door glowed with a layer of golden light, with clear lines, clear and bright color, and at least 300 years of history.

With her eyesight, it is easy to see that the "no" door is made of golden nanmu. Although the market price of golden nanmu changes every month, the real good wood has beautiful grains here. Not only will the price not fall, but there is a lot of room for promotion.

Good guy, big deal!

"Isn't the door open here? It says weekends?" Qiao Qiao said "tsk tsk" in his heart, pointing to the sign above and asked, "Mr. Zhou, have you made an appointment with the store?"

"Don't worry, I won't make this trip in vain. It's an appointment." Elder Zhou stepped forward and knocked on the door gently, "Mr. Bai, are you there? I'm here as promised."

"The door is unlocked, come in directly."

As soon as the words were finished, a clear and jade-like voice sounded from inside, Mr. Zhou pushed open the door, and the sandalwood scent rushed to his face, which was refreshing.

"what."

Qiao Qiao's eyes widened and she paused slightly. She had a synesthesia attack.

Different from other people, synaesthesia not only makes Qiaoqiao see things as people, but also makes her smell delicious. The first "taste" is the smell absorbed by the nose, and the latter "taste" is the smell sung by the mouth.

The soup is beneficial, the inferior sandalwood is like a dark dish with a lot of oil and salt, the ordinary sandalwood is as light as water, and the best sandalwood is like a broth that has been boiled for several years. Disperse.

The tangy sandalwood is the broth. Qiao Qiao relished the taste on the tip of his tongue, and his anticipation was getting bigger and bigger.

click-

Stepping into the door, the wooden floor made a crisp sound. Synesthesia made Qiao Qiao look at the antiquities on the shelves as if he were looking at people. Countless small palm-sized people in different clothes sat on the edge of the shelves.

In her ear, Bo Shu sighed softly, covering her eyes with slightly cool hands, "I offended you."

"Huh?" Qiao Qiao was a little confused, and was about to ask, but Bo Shu put down his hand, but couldn't utter the words.

She knew why Bo Shu did this. The villain in front of her and the taste on her tongue disappeared, replaced by the world in the eyes of ordinary people.

This is?

Before Elder Zhou found out, Qiao Qiao asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Master, your spiritual power leaked out, and you have discovered something that ordinary people can't detect." Bo Shu was very face-saving, and bent down to respond quietly, "There is something wrong here. I hid the spiritual power for the master. You need to exercise your spiritual power so that it can be retracted freely."

Qiao Qiao: "Aren't I synesthesia?"

Bo Shu shook his head, "This is a kind of talent, your innate talent."

Okay, Qiao Qiao understands, the translation means that he is a genius, and he is not following a certain point of waste material growth.

Based on Qiaoqiao's many years of experience, she reckoned that she should be the heroine of Lujiang, the kind whose aura is extraordinarily large.

#Oh, how lonely it is to be invincible#

At this moment, the synaesthesia was turned off, and Qiao Qiao saw at a glance that Wu Hufan's calligraphy and painting Han Ting stone ladle pot that Mr. Zhou wanted was placed in the middle of the shelf.

The body of the pot is no more than the size of a palm, the shape of the pot is smooth, the color of the pot is warm and clear, the bamboo leaf carvings on it are powerful, and the posture is cool, as if there is a tenacity breaking through the body of the pot.

Based on these points alone, it can be proved that this is a genuine product. Qiao Qiao thought that it should be easy for Mr. Zhou to judge this point, and he shouldn't find Bo Shu.

Like Qiao Qiao, Bo Shu took a look at it and then nodded his head and concluded, "The pot is real."

"Sure enough." Mr. Zhou showed a thoughtful expression, and he tapped on the table with a firm tone, "I will definitely take it back, this pot is one of the five handed down stone ladle pots that Mr. Gu cooperated with Shanghai School of Calligraphers and Painters , has witnessed the history and the affection of craftsmen and artists.

Zisha, poetry, calligraphy, painting, seal cutting, all things are gathered on this pot, how precious it is!

Hearing Mr. Zhou's voice that he must win, he sneered outside the house, "Yo, what a coincidence, we are also here to see the pot."

Looking at the reputation, Qiao Qiao's pupils shrank slightly, and he stretched out his hand to hold Bo Shu's sleeve.

My god duck!Isn't this the fan brother on Dongshan?What kind of goddamn fate is this, you can bump into such corners and corners!Damn it!

An Yi shook the folding fan in his hand, revealing his amorous eyes, and covered his lips with a smile, "It looks like it's a lively day today, I wonder if you want to give up your love?"

Mr. Zhou laughed and said, "Young people have good eyesight! It's a pity that I must win this thing today, so you can look at other things."

"This is very difficult." An Yi closed the folding fan, tapped his forehead with the tip of the fan, a little embarrassed, "I really want to get this pot."

Not long after he finished speaking, another short and fat man dressed in red and wearing a gold chain came from behind An Yi. He was followed by four men in black with sunglasses. Judging from his behavior, he should be a bodyguard?

Just now the man listened to the conversation between the two behind An Yi, and he said "heh", "Stop arguing, you two, but you also want to play pot? Don't look at this poor, can you afford it?"

Afterwards, the man took off his sunglasses, squinted his eyes, and gave an order, "This pot is mine, you two know how to get out!"

The smile on the corner of An Yi's mouth deepened, "Oh? I don't know who you are?"

"You've never even heard of Master Jue's name in this line of business, so you deserve to play pot?" The bodyguard next to the man said at the right time, "The land you're stepping on now belongs to Master Jue's family."

Sarcasm and undisguised malice came to his face, Mr. Zhou frowned and looked displeased, "There is no distinction between high and low in the antique market, and there is no right or wrong. If you really want to say whether you are worthy or not, it depends on the person. Whether a person is worthy or not pot!"

Mr. Zhou snorted, "Also, the pot we bought here is not the land. Could it be that the pot is yours when it appears on a piece of land? I spit on the ground, don't you want to pick it up and eat it?" ? I have been in the circle for many years, and I have never heard of such a rule in the circle!"

"Wow! Papa papa!" Qiao Qiao clapped his hands like a seal, "Okay! That's great! Mr. Zhou, if you are so good at talking, talk more."

Zhou Laobai glanced at Qiao Qiao, and said angrily, "You are watching the fun, why don't you come and help me!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Qiao turned and looked at the fat man, "Uncle, how capable are you? Have you seen the keys in my hand? One for three yuan, three for ten yuan, how many do you have?"

"Ahem." An Yi folded his fan and covered his mouth with a sneer.

No one had ever spoken to him like this before, and the fat man who was called Jueye blushed angrily. He pointed at Mr. Zhou and Qiao Qiao "you, you, you" for a long time.

Seeing this, the bodyguards behind him stepped forward and took an attacking posture. Elder Zhou and Bo Shu immediately stepped forward to cover Qiao Qiao. The atmosphere in the air became more and more tense, as if a taut string would break at any moment.

"The small shop can't stand the troubles of everyone. If the troubles are broken, you have to pay according to the price." A man stood in front of the ancient counter on the left at some time. Mou chuckled, "Although these things are worthless, I'm afraid you will have to spend some money after all."