Suddenly, a young man in his twenties suddenly appeared outside. He was fat, smart, dressed in fancy clothes, and had a big belly, as if a woman was pregnant in ten months. There was also a baby hanging around his neck.

The gold necklace is full of nobility, except that the words "I am a nouveau riche" are not printed on my face.

He walked into the door carelessly, crossing his splayed legs, completely treating this place as his own home, and walked towards Liu Qingcai very unceremoniously.

Behind him was an old man, wearing reading glasses with black frames. His head was almost completely bald, with only a few hairs hanging on, fluttering in the wind, making people afraid that they would fall off when the wind blew them down.

All clean.

Even so, from the occasional glint in his old eyes and his actions that were more nimble than those of the young men, we knew that this old man was not someone to be trifled with.

"Oh, it turns out to be Master Zhang. What kind of wind has brought this great god like you here? Why didn't you inform me earlier? I can send someone to pick you up."

Although the words were very affectionate, if you listen carefully, you can feel a sense of alienation. Liu Qingcai seemed to want to draw a line with this fat man, as if he was some kind of plague.

Originally, a nouveau riche like Fatty Zhang should be the VIP guest of their bosses, but in fact, Liu Qingcai really wished he had never seen this guy.

When they met for the first time, Liu Qingcai immediately felt that a big fat sheep had come to his shop when he saw Fatty Zhang's appearance. If he didn't kill him properly, he would be sorry for himself.

Therefore, Liu Qingcai relied on his sharp tongue to actually sell a fake that cost millions to Fatty Zhang, which made him a huge profit.

But it didn't take long for Fatty Zhang to realize that he had been deceived and lost the money. More importantly, he lost face among his friends and was treated like a fool, which made him feel extremely angry.

However, the secret rules of the antique street are that if you buy something for yourself, you cannot cause trouble to others. You can only count yourself unlucky and use the money as tuition.

However, Fatty Zhang is not the kind of honest person. If he is bullied by others, he will definitely retaliate with tooth for tooth and eye for eye. Although he cannot directly cause trouble to Liu Qingcai, he can still indirectly create some resentment for him.

Then Liu Qingcai began to have bad luck. The angry Fatty Zhang made trouble for him every time he came here, ruining a lot of his antique business. Some orders even cost millions, which made him heartbroken.

Therefore, every time Liu Qingcai saw Fatty Zhang strolling into his shop, he would get very angry and wished he could find someone to kick him out.

However, Fatty Zhang's power in the local area was far beyond what he, a small shopkeeper, could match, so he could only endure it like this, with nothing he could do.

"Boss Liu, you don't need to be so polite. We are all old acquaintances and old buddies. If there is business, I will definitely come to take care of you. Don't be polite to me." Fatty Zhang completely ignored Liu Qingcai and turned pale.

With a carefree look, he came to Liu Qingcai's side and slapped Liu Qingcai hard several times with his fat palm, making a crackling sound.

Poor Liu Qingcai's body was so thin that he was no match for this heavyweight weightlifter. With just one palm strike, his whole body seemed to fall apart.

"Brother Zhang, don't, stop filming. If you keep filming, I will explain it here. I, do I admit that I have failed? I don't want the one million, and I will give it all back to you." Liu Qingcai is now simply like

I regretted it until my intestines turned green.

If he had known that he would be so unlucky, he would not have deceived this fat man who looked like a nouveau riche. Now he has not taken advantage of anything. Instead, he has lost a lot of money because of Fatty Zhang's sabotage. In total, it is a huge loss.

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If he continues to make trouble like this, maybe no customers will dare to come to buy antiques from him, and his shop will be closed sooner or later.

Seeing Liu Qingcai admitting his defeat, Fatty Zhang showed a hint of contempt in his eyes. He did not continue to cause trouble for him. Instead, he turned to look at Lin Feng standing aside and said with a hearty smile: "Brother, I heard that you have something here.

The fake stuff is actually worth fifty yuan. It’s definitely not easy to get this old fox to pay for your stuff. Can you open my eyes to Brother Zhang?”

Brother Zhang? When did I get a new relative? Why don’t I take advantage of me like this? Seeing Fatty Zhang’s familiar look, Lin Feng was stunned for a moment and didn’t react. He looked at the people present in confusion.

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"Sorry, buddy, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Zhang Chuan." Seeing Lin Feng's confused look, Zhang Chuan smiled shyly, "I just want to see what you are selling here. If it matches

If I have the appetite, I can buy it directly."

So that's it. After all, he came here to sell this book. Who is selling it to? Lin Feng nodded, turned around, picked up the book on the table, put it in the palm of his hand, and let Zhang Chuan read it.

Be clear.

"Hand-reading of the Five Classics, is this the ink written by Zheng Banqiao?!" Zhang Chuan had not yet spoken, but the old man who was standing behind him suddenly spoke, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Zhang Chuan scratched his head and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Chen, this thing is very valuable? How come I am so familiar with Zheng Banqiao? It seems like I have heard of him somewhere."

"Vulgar!" Mr. Chen glared at Fatty Zhang fiercely, feeling helpless at his uneducated appearance. Talking about history and culture with this guy was no different than playing the piano to a cow.

After speaking, Mr. Chen pondered for a while, picked up the book from Lin Feng's hand and looked through it carefully. He also took out a magnifying glass and examined every style, every word, and even the corners of the book.

Very seriously.

"This "Hand-reading of the Five Classics" is an authentic work. It is definitely the ink left by Zheng Banqiao. It is very valuable. It is very valuable." After a while, Mr. Chen said.

After hearing this, Zhang Chuan shouted from the side: "Mr. Zhang, since it is an authentic work, how much is this thing worth? By the way, Zheng Banqiao is so familiar to me. Did I drink with him before?

Have you had a drink?!"

Brother, you can actually drink with him and still live to this day? You must have become a god. Lin Feng stared at Zhang Chuan in stunned silence. This man is so tough and tough, he is so sharp.

If you are ignorant and incompetent to this extent, from a certain perspective, you can be considered a genius.

"At an auction in Hong Kong, a seven-page manuscript of Wang Shizhen's "Preface to the Collection of Poems by Cai Gentang" was auctioned. The transaction price at that time was HK$1.1 million!"

Mr. Chen completely ignored Zhang Chuan and said directly, "The value of Zheng Banqiao's "Hand-reading of the Five Classics" is not half worse than it, and its reputation is even higher. It is estimated that it can reach 5.5 million at the auction. If you encounter it,
Chapter completed!