Under Li Zaihua's offensive of sweet words.

Han Xiaozhou fell into despair again.

The two regained their former intimacy.

They left the book cafe, bought some changes of underwear and clothes, and couldn't wait to return to the hotel.

A crazy night.

Han Xiaozhou tried his best, as if he wanted to drain Li Zaihua dry.

However, he was not as strong as others and was easily defeated.

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The next day.

Li Zaihua got up early and bought breakfast with love and placed it next to the bed.

"Xiao Zhou, breakfast is in the living room. You have a good rest. I will go to the antique city and come back at noon."

At this time, Han Xiaozhou was no longer as crazy as last night. He let out a weak sigh and fell asleep again.

Li Zaihua shook his head, picked up the landline in the bedroom, and dialed the number on the business card.

After a few seconds, the phone connected.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Xuebin. I'm not doing business today."

"Master Zhang, come to Shangri-La to pick me up."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Xuebin instantly remembered the bullet from yesterday.

"Mr. Zhang, just come down here. I'm already outside."

Hearing this, Li Zaihua nodded with satisfaction and hung up the phone.

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Outside the hotel.

Zhang Xuebin stood in front of the car door, looking left and right until Li Zaihua appeared, and he immediately opened the door.

"Master Zhang, sit in front today."

Zhang Xuebin closed the door and opened the passenger door: "Mr. Zhang, please get in."

Li Zaihua was not polite and bent down to get into the car.

Zhang Xuebin closed the car door, returned to the driver's seat, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhang, where are you going today?"

"I am coming to Bingcheng this time and plan to buy a calligraphy and painting by Zhang Daqian. Do you have the connections?"

Antiques, that's a classy thing.

Zhang Xuebin shook his head and said: "There is no way, but there is the largest antique market in the Northeast at the intersection of Jingyu Street and Tou Street...

"But they are basically all fakes, designed to deceive outsiders. Trying to find the real thing is equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack..."

"If you want to go shopping for calligraphy and paintings, it's best to go to the Bingcheng Cultural Building. It's more authoritative for antiques, calligraphy and painting. There is also a flower, bird and fish market in the building. I can take you there to have a look, maybe you can find something."

Li Zaihua followed the good example: "Okay, let's go to the Cultural Building."

The matter of the ponytail can be dealt with at any time, but finding Zhang Daqian's authentic work is the most important thing.

Zhang Xuebin stepped on the accelerator and the taxi sped out instantly.

Bingcheng Cultural Building is located on Miaopu Street, Nangang District, far away from Daoli District.

after an hour.

A taxi stopped at the Bingcheng Cultural Building.

People were coming and going, and it seemed business was good.

"Master Zhang, will you come up with me, or wait in the car?"

Zhang Xuebin is a rough guy. He knows nine out of ten about antiques, calligraphy and painting, but knows nothing about them.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll wait for you in the car."

Li Zaihua nodded and followed the flow of people into the Cultural Building.

There are more than 100 galleries here, and almost all the antiques, calligraphy and paintings in Bingcheng are concentrated here.

The bottom floor is the flower, bird and fish market. Li Zaihua followed the signs and went straight to the antique shop.

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An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Zaihua walked out of the gallery disappointed again and again.

"MD, what is more authoritative? It is purely misleading. None of Zhang Daqian's paintings are real."

He looked up at the shop in front of him, Tongji Antiques.

This store is different from other galleries. It is similar to an antique store in the old days, with densely packed fake antiques on the left and right sides.

An old man in his sixties, wearing a gray mandarin jacket, sat on a chair and dozed off.

Looking at the room full of fake antiques, Li Zaihua was already disappointed. When he was about to turn around and leave, a voice suddenly stopped him.

"Boss, why don't you come into the store and take a look? Maybe there's something you want!"

At this time, the boss who had dozed off had already woken up and stood at the door looking at him with a smile.

"Bingcheng is not as good as Beidu. I went to so many stores and couldn't find what I wanted." Li Zaihua sighed.

When the Tongji boss heard this, he smiled confidently and said, "What's your last name, boss?"

"open!"

"Boss Zhang, Tongji Antiques is a century-old brand that was passed down from my grandfather's generation. If you need anything, just ask me. If I don't have it here, then the entire Ice City won't have what you want."

Li Zaihua's eyes lit up.

"I want an authentic piece of Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and painting!"

"It turns out to be a big customer, please come in!" Boss Tongji was like a profiteer in a TV series, rubbing his hands and saying: "Don't tell me, I really have an authentic work of Zhang Daqian here. It depends on whether you can raise the starting price."

"Money is not an issue, it must be genuine."

The boss of Tongji said with a shy face and said with a smile: "I guarantee that the goods are genuine. The century-old reputation of Tongji Antiques cannot be ruined in the hands of the old man."

Li Zaihua smiled slightly, but he didn't believe a single word in his heart. These old foxes couldn't tell the truth.

However, he still walked into Tongji Antique Shop with full expectations.

"Boss Zhang, wait a moment, I'm going to get something."

Li Zaihua nodded, sat down on the chair, and then looked at the layout of the antique store.

It didn't take a while.

The boss of Tongji came over holding a painting box and handed a pair of white gloves to Li Zaihua.

"Boss Zhang, see for yourself..."

Li Zaihua put on his gloves, took out the scroll from the painting box and unfolded it. According to the identification method in social memory, it was indeed an authentic painting.

However, the value of this calligraphy is not high. It should have been written by Zhang Daqian in his early years. The estimate is about 100,000, which is too low to sell.

"Is there anything else?" Li Zaihua shook his head in disappointment and said, "Although this calligraphy is authentic, it was written by Zhang Daqian in his early years and does not meet my requirements."

After hearing this, the boss of Tongji gave a thumbs up.

"Young, I've met an expert today. I have a few calligraphy and paintings by Zhang Daqian here for you to take a look at."

Li Zaihua didn't want to go all the way to Beidu. Now that he finally came across an antique shop with authentic works, how could he let it go.

"Boss, as long as I'm satisfied, price doesn't matter!"

"Okay, Boss Zhang, wait a moment."

After saying that, the Tongji boss put the scroll back into the painting box and turned to leave.

A few minutes later.

The Tongji boss walked out with six painting boxes and placed them one by one on the counter.

"Boss Zhang, all the goods in my store are here. Even if you are not satisfied, there is nothing I can do!"

Li Zaihua subconsciously licked his lips, carefully opened the painting box, and took out a few calligraphy and paintings.

The first five paintings are all authentic and not considered fine works.

It wasn't until he opened the sixth painting that a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

A figure painting, a portrait of a peninsula woman, and the poem "Huanxi Sand".

"Hey, it's actually Zhang Daqian's "Makeup Picture"..."

Finally finding what he wanted, Li Zaihua said straight to the point: "Boss, I want this painting. Please give me a price!"

The boss of Tongji laughed and said, "If you don't open for three years, you will have to wait for three years if you open."
Chapter completed!