Chapter 194

Two million?

Liu Fan nodded, if according to the market price, two million is already high.

"Yes, please, old man."

They came to a shop called wanqiantang in antique street.

The shop owner, Li Xi, is in his thirties. He is thin and has a high forehead, but his eyes are smart.

"Oh, Mr. Mo, you are here. My shop is full of splendor."

Seeing the old man, Li Xi immediately welcomed him and said with a happy smile that he was very respectful to the old man.

"Xiao Li, you wanqiantang is a time-honored brand for many years. You haven't messed up your grandfather's inheritance these years."

Said the old man, staring, and then laughing again.

In their conversation, Liu Fan gradually understood that the old man's name was mo Shutong, and the grumpy middle-aged man next to him was mo Shutong's housekeeper, Wang Fu.

At present, boss Li Xi is also famous in antique street. There are few fakes in wanqiantang's collection.

Li Xi made good tea for the old man and said, "as the old man said, I've been working hard all these years. I don't dare to slack off."

Then he saw Liu Fan and asked, "who is this?"

"Liu Fan."

Liu fan made a very concise self introduction.

Finally, Mo Shutong said the reason for this visit.

"It turns out that's the case. Now that Mo is talking, I'll try."

Li Xi took the jar in Liu Fan's hand and ran to the back hall.

Tea mist is dense, fragrant and refreshing.

"You two, let's have a try. This is the best Pu'er tea."

Say, Mo Shu with shallow drink, drink slowly, savor carefully.

Liu Fan and Cui Zhigang look at each other and sit down.

When Liu Fan took a sip, he felt fresh, mellow and sweet.

"How does it taste?"

Mo Shu said with a smile.

Liu Fan shook his head and said, "it's just OK."

Barely OK?

Mo Shu was stunned. How could he not grasp the rhythm of the young man's speech?

Cui Zhigang is also anxious for Liu Fan. Why can't he be polite to Jin Zhu.

But at the thought that Liu Fan might not lack the two million yuan, what he wanted to say choked back.

Wang Fu, who was beside him, sneered: "little brother, just drink tea. Don't pretend to understand."

Liu Fan looks up at him and laughs in his heart. Wang Fu doesn't look very good.

"Wang Fu, don't talk too much. Little brother is also true. Everyone has his own taste. " Mo Shu with a stare, Wang Fu said.

Wang Fu immediately bowed his head and said in a low voice, "yes, sir."

Obviously, Mo Shutong was very interested in Liu Fan. He continued to ask, "little brother, what's on your shoulder? I don't think you'll leave me for a moment."

This question immediately aroused Wang Fu's interest, looking at the woven bag on Liu Fan's shoulder.

Cui Zhigang is secretly wiped a cold sweat, how can he not know, this is Liu fan used to collect rags!

He prayed that Liu fan would not say it, or it would be too cheap!

"For rags."

Liu Fan Light said, Cui Zhigang suddenly have the impulse to die.

"Take away, take away the rags?"

Mo Shutong and Wang Fu were stunned when they heard the speech.

They've been chatting with a rag collector?

Mo Shu's hand at the same end of the tea trembled slightly, and he quickly took a sip of the tea to suppress the shock.

"It's no wonder that such good luck turned out to be the eyesight trained by collecting rags!"

Wang Fu opened the mode of ridicule.