Chapter 89

"Well, brother Wu, I'll let you drive me there. I'll go to my girlfriend's house with me later."

Zhu Yuanyuan nodded and ordered.

"All right, boss."

Wu Dajun agreed.

After taking the elevator down the underground garage, he took a Q7 driven by Wu Dajun and drove directly to the direction of antique street.

"Brother Wu, how is Xiaoling's recovery after the operation? Is there no relapse? "

Zhu Yuanyuan asked a little concerned, Wu Dajun's daughter is still so small, and long and lovely, has not looked at the world, Zhu Yuanyuan hopes her illness will get better soon.

"Boss, thank you for your concern. Xiaoling recovered well, and his condition was stable. There was no recurrence. The doctor said that this was a good phenomenon, but we still need to observe for half a month before we can officially determine."

Wu Dajun's eyes were fixed on the front of the car. He said while driving, he was very serious about everything. Even if he was driving, he should not squint at all to avoid an accident.

"That's good."

Along the way, Zhu Yuanyuan and Wu Dajun chatted casually, and soon came to the antique street.

"Antique street!"

A huge stone archway stands at the corner of the street. It's a parking lot outside. It's not allowed to drive into the antique street. Of course, bicycles and tricycles can still get in. The owners' cars can also get in, and the customers who go shopping can't drive in.

There is no noise in the antique street. After all, this is not a food market.

Antique Street is the place where people are most likely to touch porcelain. It has existed for a long time. Over time, it has formed a fixed rule that no noise is allowed in the street, so as not to damage the real antiques.

In the past, it happened that someone broke an antique. Originally, the merchant thought it was fake, but the merchant wanted to extort a sum of money. Originally, the merchant only wanted to extort 100000 Chinese dollars.

But the person who crashed refused to pay for it. He called the police. The merchant thought that this time he would have to pay for it, but in the end, what he didn't expect was that an expert was invited to make an appraisal.

The smashed antique was worth five million yuan, and things turned around all of a sudden. The person who smashed the antique was so sad and regretful that the merchant jumped up with joy. He thought it was a modern handicraft, but he didn't expect to identify it as a precious antique.

After entering the antique street, Zhu Yuanyuan felt as if he was back in ancient times. The stall owners on the roadside all wore retro style clothes, including clothes of various dynasties made of short sleeves. After all, it is summer now, and those with long coats and long shirts can't wear them. It's too hot.

It's interesting on Aqua Blue Star. It's much more creative than on earth.

The antique shops along the road are all wooden lofts, which are very retro. Maybe some shops are ancient buildings.

After a long walk, Zhu Yuanyuan saw a four story shop.

The four characters in Yun Mo Gu Zhai came into view.

"Brother Wu, let's go to this shop."

Zhu Yuanyuan stopped in front of the gate of the yunmo ancient studio. There were two shelves on the outside steps at the door, on which hung a landscape painting and a wild grass calligraphy.

In landscape painting, Zhu Yuanyuan at least knew what was painted on it. There were mountains, water, boats, birds flying in the sky and the sun shining in the sky.

Zhu Yuanyuan can't understand this crazy calligraphy. He doesn't know what to write. Well, it's because he doesn't know calligraphy himself.

After entering the shop, there are calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and counters are all set up in the hall. Some of the counters are inkstones, some are brushes, and some are ink blocks.

"What do you want to see, little brother?"

Zhu Yuanyuan walked into the shop, then a middle-aged man asked.

"Boss, I need a set of calligraphy and painting, a set of four treasures of study." The origin of Zhu directly explains the origin.

"But boss, I want the old things, so I don't have to take out the new ones. As long as the things are good, the money is not a problem." Finally, Zhu Yuanyuan reminded me.

Old things, of course, are real antiques.

New things refer to modern technological products and fake things.

"Hehe hehe, I'm joking. All the things I take out are old ones. You wait. I'll get it for you The middle-aged man's face was a little embarrassed for a moment. He was not the boss. He was also an appraiser in the store. He was in charge of receiving and selling goods. He was not the only one in the shop, and there was a salesman on the counter.

Zhu Yuanyuan watched the middle-aged people go to get things. He also looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the storefront walls at will. Although he did not understand them, he was strong enough to observe in detail. None of these calligraphy and paintings were old, but all were new.

Wu Dajun looked around, touched his head, and had a wry smile on his face. He did not know any calligraphy and painting. After thinking about it, it seemed that he would have to be more elegant in the future. No matter whether he understood it or not, he first bought two paintings and hung them in his office and home."Come here, little brother. How about you take a look at these things?"

The middle-aged man used a small cart, a lot of boxes, and the picture scroll came out. Zhu Yuanyuan, who was still looking at the painting, called out.

Zhu Yuanyuan went to look through those things, but he didn't know whether they were good or bad. Even if he had great mental strength, he couldn't see through the old things.

Can only use the mind reading technique, the middle-aged people's mind was exposed in front of Zhu Yuanyuan.

Sure enough, there are real things in this pile of things, but there are also a lot of fake ones. The middle-aged man is trying. These are the old rules of antique street. There are new people and people who are not short of money at first sight. Of course, they have to pay a lot of money. Is it not a big profit to sell the old things?

Zhu Yuanyuan quietly picked up a volume of paintings and opened it. This is a volume of modern works. The painter's name is unknown. It is estimated that even if there are such people on the earth, Zhu Yuanyuan does not know it. After all, he did not know anything about this when he was on the earth.

"Oh, little brother, you have a good eye. This is the work of Feng haoxuan, a famous painter in the Chinese Empire 200 years ago. His paintings of trees, flowers and plants are unique, and his works are very rare. You can never lose money when you buy them back. It is definitely worth investing in."

The middle-aged man in the side, quickly introduced up, still do not forget to flatter.

The MMP in Zhu Yuanyuan's mind is not as good as middle-aged people say. It's just a copy of a work, not a genuine one. It's what the middle-aged people think. Zhu Yuanyuan knows it all at once through mind reading.

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