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

The room is so big, Nan Shi naturally heard the dispute between the two of them clearly, so he walked over as if nothing had happened, and asked indifferently: "Excuse me, is there something you fancy?"

Lao Wang pointed to the seal and said, "Boss, can you take this seal down and show us? Can you make a copy of it?"

Nan Shi took out a seal and carefully took it off, and said with a smile, "I got this by accident. I want to keep it intact, so I can't stamp it. You can see it. Please be careful with it."

He didn't hand it over to the two of them immediately, but led them to the reception table to sit down, took out a flannelette cushion and gloves from under the table and handed them over to the other party. After receiving the gloves, they put them on in a hurry. Standing up, he looked at the seal in Nan Shi's hand without blinking.

Nan Shi put on his gloves first, picked up the seal, showed the two people that it was in good condition, then put it on the flannel cushion, and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that they could pick it up and have a look.

This is also an unwritten rule in the antique industry. Because of the high value of antiques, some sellers have sinister intentions and hand over damaged items to buyers, and then let them fall on purpose during the handover, and then say yes If the buyer fails to catch it, a dispute will arise, and vice versa.

Some sellers who go too far even claim that the item is true and the item is broken, and then claim that it is genuine, and drag the buyer away. If the buyer does not know the product, they will have to pay according to the fakeness of the genuine item.

Therefore, buyers and sellers who know a little bit will choose this method for handover.

Lao Xia picked up the seal eagerly but still steadily.

Nan Shi picked it for appearance, so naturally you can choose whichever one is fancy. This Zhangzi is surrounded by an old plum tree, which spirals from the root to the highest point, and the branches stretch out steeply.But when it comes to carving, it's actually not very exquisite. The old plum doesn't even have a flower or leaf, but the wanton branch seems to reach into the heart of the viewer, and it just moves.

"Wonderful!" Lao Xia tsk-tsk, he turned over the seal and found the author's name hidden in the old Megan's head. As soon as the two small characters "Xuanwei" came into view, it was like sending charcoal in the snow, and drinking ice in summer. heart.His nose twitched slightly: "It really is Master Xuanwei's handwriting! Lao Wang, you lost to me this time!"

Lao Wang also looked at the seal in his hand without blinking, but he still refused to admit defeat: "You will believe it if you just engrave two words? I will engrave 'Xuanwei' on the spittoon, then my spittoon can Wouldn't it double your worth?"

"Fart! If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself!" Lao Xia put Zhang Zi down and motioned for Lao Wang to take a look. He raised his eyes to look at Nan Shi, only to see that the young boss was looking at them with a smile on his face. Angry, calm as water, as if what they were arguing about had nothing to do with him.He couldn't help asking, "What did the boss say?"

Nan Shi had already taken off his gloves at this time, and was slowly making tea for himself. After being busy for a while, he should have a sip of hot water.

He heard the reputation and looked over, and explained leisurely: "This thing is a gift from a friend of mine. I don't care if it is true or not, as long as I feel it."

Enough is enough, one will give thirty pieces!

After hearing the words, Lao Xia asked himself, can he do this?cannot.

He couldn't help but be in awe, as expected of someone who can be a treasurer of antiques at a young age, young and successful!Listen to this thought!Listen to this realm!No matter how many people flatter him, they can't keep up!

Lao Wang carefully looked at the seal, the brush strokes, the composition, and the artistic conception are indeed Mr. Xuanwei's handwriting!But he always felt an indescribable sense of disobedience...

He suddenly took off his gloves, and lightly rubbed the fingertips of the gloves, with a regretful expression on his face: "I just said... Lao Xia, come and taste!"

"Huh?" Lao Xia stretched out his hand and rolled the phone, his complexion suddenly became complicated, and then he let out a long sigh.

Both of them became dispirited.

Nan Shi was a little surprised. He didn't know what the two of them had discovered. He was wondering if he should ask more carefully, so he listened to the two of them analyzing: "Is this your friend's recent work? Or should it be the original author's work?" recent work?"

Lao Wang nodded: "It's a pity... I just said what's wrong. It looks a bit new, but it doesn't smell like it. If it's patinaed in a few years, I'm afraid I won't be able to recognize it."

The so-called "look new" refers to things that are not old enough and are imitated by modern times.

Mr. Chen Xuanwei was a master sculptor in the period of the Republic of China. He was not the type who became famous after his death. He rose up like a new star after he entered the industry. After the age of 30, he can be said to be ingenious, unmatched by his peers. .

And now it has been more than 60 years since Mr. Xuanwei went west, even if this chapter has been locked in a box for more than 60 years, it will not have such a 'new' taste.

Nan Shi recalled Chen Lao's words, nodded and said, "Maybe, I heard my friend mention it."

When the two met Nan, they spoke frankly, and their affection doubled.

Lao Wang is a standard fan of Mr. Xuanwei. Unfortunately, most of Mr. Xuanwei's works were lost or damaged in the subsequent war. The few remaining works are either kept in the National Museum or in some high-end private The player's hands are completely hidden, and he doesn't have a piece of Mr. Xuanwei's work in his hand.

He really likes the old plum in front of him. Although it is an imitation, it has some meaning.He considered it for a while and said: "Boss, do you sell this chapter? Although this new article is a little newer, it is really good in terms of the artistic conception of the brushwork. How much do you think? If it suits you, you can give it equally." I?"

Lao Wang was thinking about what price the little boss in front of him would quote, but Nan Shi smiled politely, shook his head and said, "Sorry, this one is not for sale."

Lao Xia pulled Lao Wang's arm: "What are you thinking! It's said to be a gift from a friend, how could it be sold!"

"That's right." Lao Wang said again, "Then I won't force it... Then can I ask, where did your friend get it from?"

"I'm not sure about that." When Nan Shi said this, his heart skipped a beat, but he held back.

The two asked some other questions, and finally left regretfully with two strings of five emperors' money. Nan Shi put the old plum badge back to its original place, and thought about it—in fact, he was just a little tempted to sell it. But he also considered that this is Chen Lao's 'later' work, in case there is some yin, ghost, etc. on his head...

He is not afraid of having a senior brother around, but he can't hurt other buyers, right?

In business, although you can't make a lot of money if you don't have a black heart, it's not good to kill people for such a small amount of money.

Go home and ask Chi You again.

Thinking about it this way, Nan Shi put Lao Meizhang back into the original brocade box, planning to take it home with him after work.

When these two customers left, there seemed to be no customers behind. Nan Shi looked at the time and it was getting late, so he seized the time to continue studying, and took the time to check the recent accounts in the store to see profit and loss.

I don't know why, maybe it's because he needs to check the goods when he checks the accounts. Nanshi unknowingly opened Taobao to see what new hot accessories are available recently. It was all dark.

He hurriedly packed his things and planned to go home, but he was still walking on the pedestrian street when a thunderbolt flashed in the sky, and with the deafening thunder, the downpour of rain suddenly fell, catching Nanshi off guard.

The fast and dense rain hit the ground, easily filling up the small uneven pits on the bluestone road.The slate that has been polished smooth by people's soles for many years is faintly reflecting the dark red light, which flickers on and off with the swaying of the lantern.

Nanshi managed to hide quickly, and hid under the eaves of a nearby shop within a few steps. However, his clothes were half wet and he had already walked halfway through this pedestrian street, and he would be able to reach the parking lot in halfway... Well, the clothes are all wet anyway, so there is no need to go back to the store to get an umbrella.

He gritted his teeth, and was about to rush into the rain curtain, when a distant copper bell suddenly sounded in the distance.

Nan Shi was stunned, and felt a little bad in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he didn't expect that two blue lights had already appeared in his field of vision.

Two blue figures came slowly behind the blue light, and a dark silhouette came slowly behind them.

Their speed looked very slow, but it seemed like a blink of an eye, and they were already more than ten meters ahead of Nanshi.

Because of the rain, Nan Shi couldn't see it clearly. He only saw that it was a dark carriage. Two men in blue clothes were holding green lights in front of them, and two men in blue clothes were holding something. There seemed to be shadows behind the carriage. , How many there are, he doesn't know.

His scalp felt numb all of a sudden, and it was too late to avoid it now.He thought about Chi You's previous care, if he met someone on the road, and he really couldn't avoid it, he would just close his eyes and ignore it, as long as the other party wasn't coming for him, it would be fine to wait for them to pass by.

Nan Shi closed his eyes, and pressed his body tightly against the door of the shop behind him. The cold breath was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the copper bell became more and more clear.

Once a person loses vision, other senses become more sensitive.

Nan Shi heard the sound of the copper bell coming from his right ear, from far to near, a gust of breeze passed by, as if passing by in front of him.

However, he did not hear the ring tone coming from the left.

Maybe they were eyeing him?

Nan Shi didn't dare to open his eyes, and unconsciously relaxed his breathing. If possible, he even wanted to cover his mouth and nose with his hands.

But it's better not to move.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the rain is still crackling, falling on the ground, on the eaves of the shops on both sides, on the rain shield, on the lanterns... other than that, there is no other sound .

Is it over?

No, wait any longer.

Nan Shi waited for a while, when suddenly his mobile phone rang, Nan Shi did not stop it, but continued to wait.

The bell rang once and stopped.

Nothing happened... Maybe he left early.

... Tsk, I have been standing for so long in vain.

Nan Shi breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, his phone rang again. He naturally reached out and took out the phone, and opened his eyes...

Two blue lanterns appeared in his field of vision.

Suddenly, his eyes were dark, and the next second, the world brightened up again.

A hand reached out and flicked his forehead.

Chi You held the wine glass in one hand, and squinted at him: "Why are you standing there stupidly? You don't know how to come up? You don't even know your own car?"

Nan Shi: ...Damn it.

Don't stop him!He is going to kill his master today!