The daily life of the fortune teller who was forced to open business

Chi You listened to the servant's report that Nanshi had transferred the shop to his name, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "...as the young master is happy."

"Yes." Qinglan replied, bowing to leave, when suddenly she heard Chi You say, "Wait a minute."

Chi You played with an extremely detailed Ruyi handle, and slid his finger across the auspicious cloud leisurely: "In that case, clean it up and ask the young master to go to duty every day."

"It's not good to keep him in the room all day, otherwise he will inevitably make trouble with me."

"Yes, Mountain Lord."

***

Nan Shi's eyes were shining brightly: "My senior brother really said that?"

"Young master, slaves dare not speak nonsense." Qingying replied.

Qing Lan's injury came and went quickly, and it was only the third day, and she was alive and kicking, and she couldn't see her previous embarrassment at all.She said: "Master, who dares to miss a word in the words of the mountain master?"

Nan Shi held his chin and laughed a few times: "That's right...then I'm going to redecorate! I have to restock! By the way, you said that if I borrowed two from home and used them as treasures in the store, I would be censored." Is my brother scolded to death?"

He has long been displeased with the decoration in the shop!Because it was already well-decorated when I took over, in order to save trouble (to save money), it was basically just a change of the signboard, and the inside and outside of the shop were all the shadows left by the previous owner.

He is writing the bill, and he is very considerate of the cost price. He didn't pit the Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple outside the city, but the price is very impressive when he lists it down—it's even a bit of a blessing in disguise, if Qingyun Guan If you send the money with the list, Nan Shi doesn't have to worry about anything.

Is this the so-called "or not open, open for three years!"

Loved it.

Qing Lan covered her lips with a smile: "This servant dare not speak, and can't be the master, but if the young master wants it, just ask Steward Zhou - butler Zhou can be the master of ordinary objects."

"Okay!" The 'borrowing' that Nan Shi said was real borrowing, the kind that only let people see but not buy.

Qing Ying said dumbly at the side: "Young master, the meaning of the mountain master should be..."

Nan Shi waved his hand indifferently, and interrupted her: "Hey, fortune-telling, what kind of shop do you want, you can make do with a table, and you can do without a table. Anyway, I can't waste my big appearance! These two things are not good. Conflict! It’s not a violation of my brother’s words!”

When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and said with a very secondary smile: "Qingying, don't you think this is very compelling? Selling antiques in the open, and telling fortunes in secret, who would have thought of it..."

He shook his head and said, "The seemingly ordinary owner of an antique shop is actually a master of metaphysics, tsk tsk..."

Qingying: "..." I don't think so.

And young master, your shop is open at midnight, who are you selling this antique to?

Qingying winked and didn't say this.

***

Not long after Chi Youfang fell asleep, he was woken up by the noise from outside. The house, which was usually so quiet that he could hear a needle falling, was now as noisy as a vegetable market. Under the cover of layers of curtains, he could still hear Nan yelling from time to time.

"What's going on?" Chi You frowned and called out.

Qinghe replied in a low voice: "To the owner of the mountain, young master..."

She originally wanted to explain Nan Shi's behavior, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't form a decent sentence.

How should she explain to the mountain master?

It is said that the young master wanted to ask Steward Zhou to borrow two antiques and sell a shop in the town at first, but because the ones that Steward Zhou brought out were too precious, the young master didn't like it at all, so he didn't know what happened, so it developed into something. Appraisal Conference.

Other people hold treasure appraising conferences that are more valuable than whose things, the young master is good, he is less valuable than whose things, and then dozens of servants have pulled out the most worthless gadgets at the bottom of the box (funeral objects) Come out and let the young master choose?

As soon as Chi You heard it, he knew that it was probably Nan Shi who had come up with some weird tricks. He rubbed his eyebrows, got up, put on a coat, and walked to the window.

The carved windows opened one by one, revealing the scene of the courtyard.

I saw Nan Shi happily sitting on the table, and there was a long line in front of him, including guards, servants, accountants, and even two hidden guards who were not on duty. Nan Shi was holding a bronze key at the moment Buckle over there and shake his head: "No! This won't work!"

He gestured and said: "This is a bronze ware! Do you know how much a similar thing sold at the auction last time? Tens of millions! How can I get this in a small shabby shop! It will be exhibited today, uncle policeman tomorrow." Just come and meet me for tea!"

The accountant lifted his newly-fitted presbyopic glasses, and said with a bitter face: "This is already the most worthless thing on this old slave... This old slave also has a set of tea utensils made of mirrored flower porcelain, which are still in good condition. Don't you use that?"

Nan Shi quickly shook his head: "No, Jinghua porcelain is more expensive than bronze ware, okay! The craftsmanship has been lost, and an unsuitable cup and saucer is worth hundreds of millions. Thank you, Uncle Zhang, next one!"

The next person was a hidden guard. With a simple face, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve: "Young master, why don't you use this? This is an idle book that I brought with me when I was buried. It's not worth a lot." money."

Nan Shi flipped through it, only read two lines, then shook his head and refused.

Huo, this idle book is absolutely perfect - to say that idle books are an insult to it, this is simply unofficial history!

As we all know, things that are generally inconvenient to write in history books are thrown into unofficial history. Nan Shi was afraid that if he took it out later, the bigwigs in the history circle would start arguing about it.Moreover, the appearance is so complete, and the handwriting is so clear, no one would believe that it was just dug out of the grave!

Nan Shi looked at a few more people, and he almost vomited blood in his heart. Every piece here is a rare treasure, but he just can't take it!Take it and round it up and wait to receive the luxury platinum bracelet and the luxurious [-]-day tour of the detention center, and it is possible to automatically obtain the long-term residence right of the prison!

"Don't you have any less valuable things?" Nan Shi said with a bitter face, pointing his fingers, "No lettering, no bronze wares, no porcelain... Porcelain is also fine, is there any worthless porcelain? Broken ones It can be broken!"

This is really embarrassing everyone.

How could they bring the broken porcelain to be buried with them!

The people in this room are all suicides, and they have enough time to arrange their own funeral affairs, so naturally they have to pick the ones they like and bring them with them!

A guard who usually had a good time with Nan Shi raised his voice, "Master, I have it!"

Nan Shi was overjoyed: "What? Take it out for me to see?"

The guard smiled and said: "I! I am the funeral object! Man, is it worthless?"

Strictly speaking, they were all buried with Chi You.

Nan Shi directly pointed to the outside: "Thank you for the invitation, climb for me!"

The group of people all laughed, and even the secret guard who was usually informal and smiling was smiling brightly.

Chi You: "..."

Qinghe whispered from the side: "Shanzhu, do you want your slaves to go..."

Chi You flicked his sleeves impatiently, the window closed automatically with a snap, and Chi You installed a sound-proof array for his room: "Let him go."

"Yes."

Nan Shi suddenly heard the sound of the window closing, and suddenly realized something - of course he couldn't go to his senior brother's yard to do things, he did it in the open space behind his own yard.

However, he forgot that this open space is also the open space behind Chi You's yard.

Nan Shi instantly turned his head to look, only to see a few closed windows, he quickly gestured for silence: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh). Let's move on to another place and continue."

Everyone also kept silent, and followed Nan Shi to the outer courtyard like thieves in their own home.

If the mountain master doesn't speak, they have to listen to the young master!

However, Nanshi's works still failed to continue. Before he arrived at the outer courtyard, Steward Zhou came over. He found a painting for Nanshi, which was very in line with Nanshi's requirements. There were basically no words - yes. The author's signature or handed down poems, the author's reputation is not small, and the preservation is not too complete.

God is sorry to see that when he arranged for the burial, he felt that there were too few things in the outer burial room, so he picked them up to make up the number. He didn't expect that the authors of these paintings would still be famous in history after thousands of years.

Although they are not the most famous of the few, they are still a little famous, and they can be sold at a high price without being too shocking.

Nan Shi was overjoyed when he saw it, this is what he wanted, and immediately announced that the treasure appraising conference had ended successfully, and after giving out rewards to everyone, he ran away happily.

Steward Zhou looked at Nan Shi's back and shook his head. He looked at the excited smiling faces of the crowd, and waved his hands to let everyone return to their respective positions: "Stop chatting, and go back to work. Those who are on vacation today should also leave."

"Yes."

When Nan Shi arrived in the room, he began to appreciate the calligraphy and paintings seriously, and valued them by the way—because of the relationship with the funerary objects, he had done basic embalming work at that time, and kept them in the box all the time. It maintains the state when it was buried, what it was then, and what it is now.

Of course, it is impossible to make old things old. This thing is rounded up and it is a cultural relic. Nan Shi is not that crazy.

If the authorities come to investigate, they will say it is fake, and just look at the newness of the paper, and people will believe it if it is just painted.If a customer comes to ask, it is true. Look at this painter, can it be fake?

No offense at both ends, flattered.

There are seven or eight scrolls of calligraphy and paintings in this basket, and Nan Shi selected two of them, intending to keep these two as the treasures of the town store, and use his own ghost energy instead of Zhou Steward's ghost energy to preserve the calligraphy and paintings, so as not to It quickly oxidizes after two days.

The construction team hired the underworld version. Zhang He was very helpful. He helped Nanshi contact a team who was a national-level interior designer before he was alive. It can be done, as long as Nan Shi is responsible for paying the money.

The money was kindly sponsored by Chi You.

With the store reopening as a hope, Nan Shi feels that it is worthwhile living every day like a senior year in high school. He can even memorize two more pages of books. This is directly reflected in Chi You's three-day-one-one exam. It was the first time that he could answer fluently in front of Chi You, and it really shocked Chi You.

Seeing this, Chi You simply ignored him, and let him make trouble, asking for money and people.

Nan Shi wondered, why is his senior brother like his mother?As long as the grades are good, what can he do?

Could this be the legendary...male mother?