Fang Feiyang looked up and saw three people, two men and one woman, walking near the stairs.

One of them, Fang Feiyang, a tall old man walking in front, was recognized at a glance.

"Mr. Song!"

Fang Feiyang was quite surprised, quickly stood up and walked forward.

"It's really you, Xiaofang! The old man thought he was seeing the wrong person, haha..."

Familiar laughter rang in my ears, and the old man who spoke was none other than Song Longshan, the mysterious old man who had a fierce battle with international thieves in the metasequoia forest that night. As soon as he made a move, he rewarded Fang Feiyang's wealthy old man with a check of 500,000.

Fang Feiyang discovered today that Mr. Song was so tall, tall and straight. Although his hair was gray, it was very thick and meticulously combed. His eyes were bright and lively. As he spoke, he walked up to Fang Feiyang and patted him affectionately. He patted Fang Feiyang on the shoulder.

There was a middle-aged man who came with him. He was in his early forties, slightly thin, wearing a brown formal shirt. He was holding a rectangular box in his hand. He was looking at the square with curiosity. Flying.

Walking at the end was a girl who looked like a student. She had headphones in her ears and was fiddling with the touch-screen phone in her hand, as if she was not interested in what was happening in front of her.

Song Longshan asked with great interest: "Xiao Fang, you also like to come here to drink tea, and the owner of the shop personally comes to accompany you. We don't enjoy this kind of treatment! Haha!"

Fang Feiyang was about to answer the old man, but he didn't understand the second half of Mr. Song's sentence. There was a trace of doubt and confusion on his face, and he was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the old man who was sitting opposite him and was interested in the ancient inkstone in his hand rushed to him, blocked Fang Feiyang and Song Longshan, and said in a low voice: "Young man, it turns out you are from the circle, you Why didn't you tell me earlier that you knew Mr. Song? You should have told me earlier! I was kidding you about the price just now. I want your Duan Inkstone. I'll give you this number. What do you think?"

As he spoke, he held Fang Feiyang's right hand with both hands and cleverly pressed down his thumb and index finger, leaving three fingers standing up. At the same time, the old man in a floral T-shirt turned his body sideways to deliberately block the view of the people behind him.

"I'll give you this price, and you must give it to me evenly!" As he said this, he squeezed Fang Feiyang's three upright fingers hard, his expression completely different from before, and his wrinkled face showed an almost pleading attitude.

How did Fang Feiyang know the "gold-in-the-sleeve" bargaining rule that was only used on special occasions like this? The old man in the flowered T-shirt was inexplicably fiddling with his fingers and secretly said: "What do you mean? It's the price of three fingers again. How do I know how much you bid? It won't be another three thousand, right?"

Song Longshan saw some clues from the side.

"Okay, Lao Ji, don't bully this little friend of mine. Let us see what good stuff you have spotted. I want to grab it all by myself." At this time, Song Longshan also wanted to know, this person who had saved What kind of treasure is hidden in the hands of the young man who lost his life to attract his old friend?

Fang Feiyang saw Mr. Song showing interest, turned around and took out the heavy inkstone from his handbag, and handed it to Song Longshan respectfully.

In Fang Feiyang's mind, Mr. Song was a big collector. By chance, he stayed at his house for one night and saw all the dazzling antiques and treasures, as well as his antique study room, which was full of bookshelves. Books on cultural relic appreciation, I was convinced that someone like Mr. Song would definitely be able to identify the origin of this ancient inkstone.

Fang Feiyang actually didn't know the true identity of Mr. Song, but since he saw that Mr. Song was still a good man in both civil and military affairs even though he was much older. He could fight against the yellow-haired foreigner with bare hands and not lose at all. Deep down in his heart, he had a feeling towards Song Longshan.

Inexplicable respect and admiration.

Song Longshan took the inkstone from Fang Feiyang's hand, looked at the light outside the window intently, his eyes immediately lit up, he looked up at the old man wearing a Hawaiian T-shirt, and then continued to look carefully.

After five minutes, Song Longshan returned the inkstone to Fang Feiyang, coughed, and said meaningfully to him: "Xiao Fang, this is a good thing. If you really want to do it...

"

"Old man Song, what are you doing? I have just negotiated the price with this little friend. Don't even think about cutting off your hair!"

Before Song Longshan finished speaking, he was interrupted by an old man in a flowery T-shirt.

"I said, Lao Ji, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't spoken yet... I just want to tell Xiao Fang that your boss Ji is a classy man and he doesn't need that little money." Song Longshan and the man named Ji

The old man was obviously an old acquaintance. He didn't get angry when he interrupted his conversation, and still smiled broadly.

"Okay, Old Man Song, please stop pouring ecstasy soup on me... Young man, since we are all our own, I don't want to take advantage of you. I will add 50,000 to the price just now, for a total of 350,000.

, do you like it?"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand?"

When Fang Feiyang heard this, he suddenly felt that his brain was not full. The old man just pulled his right hand and pinched three fingers. Could it mean three hundred thousand?

The difference between before and after is too big!

It seems that when the old man negotiated the price with me for the first time, he wanted to steal something from me. Now that he saw that Mr. Song and I were acquainted, he thought that I was also a person in the antique circle, so he quoted a real price. It really didn't matter.

Thinking about how valuable this Fang Gu Inkstone is, at my current salary level, including overtime work, it’s at most 3,000 per month. Even if I work for ten years without food or water, I can’t earn more than 350,000!

Fang Feiyang has been working for three years. He works down-to-earth and is usually frugal. He never spends money recklessly. The deposit in his bank card now is only 40,000 yuan. If this continues, he doesn’t know when

Only then can she afford to buy a house in this city. If she has the 350,000 yuan, she can pay the down payment for a house. If she has a house, will she change her mind?....

For a moment, a series of scenes flashed through Fang Feiyang's mind.

But I would rather know the origin of this object. There must be something special about it, otherwise it wouldn't be worth the price. Who is the monk who painted the picture in my mind? Is it the "Bitter Melon Monk"?

Thinking of this, Fang Feiyang bowed his hands to the people in front of him and said: "Boss Ji, this inkstone belongs to you. Can you tell me the origin of this inkstone? Who is the 'Bitter Melon Monk' engraved on it?

?”

"Okay...Okay...Okay..."

The old man in the flower T-shirt was overjoyed when the deal was concluded. He said three good words in a row and took the inkstone with a smile on his face. "Young man, you are indeed a sweetheart. It's not easy to listen to stories. Follow me to the second floor. In the evening

Invite you to dinner and talk while eating."

As he spoke, the old man waved to call a man who looked like a manager and said a few words in his ear.

After a while, the man brought over a check and handed it to the old man with a respectful expression.

"Young man, this is a cash check for 350,000 yuan, please keep it!"

Holding the check in his hand, Fang Feiyang felt inexplicable. Just a few minutes ago, he was just an ordinary factory worker. His accumulated bank savings were only 40,000 yuan, and he couldn't even afford a house with a bathroom. But.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Guyan's transaction saved him ten years of hard work.

It’s so unpredictable!

After all this trouble, it was getting late outside.
Chapter completed!