Old man, since I have told you the clues about this treasure, you can also tell me the true origin of this treasure." Pan Xiaoqiang took two strong puffs on the cigar. In addition to making money quickly by doing antiques, he also had a deep heart. He likes antiques. In his heart, these things are the continuation of the spirit of the ancients.

The old man nodded and asked in the slightly cold night breeze on the beach: "I wonder if my little brother knows about Haigang Peak?"

Pan Xiaoqiang, who was holding a cigar in his hand like a sculpture, gritted his upper and lower jaw teeth, and nodded gently: "The old man is talking about Hai Rui and Hai Qingtian."

Shi Dazhuang threw his arms away, threw the two leftover mango cores into the sea, and joined in the fun and said, "I know this too. When I was a kid, I watched the movie about Hai Rui being dismissed from office. He seems to be as famous as Bao Qingtian." These words made the old man shake his head like a rattle: "Little fat man, learn more about traditional culture when you have time." After speaking, he pointed at Pan Xiaoqiang: "Look at this little brother, he is probably as knowledgeable as me. ."

Pan Xiaoqiang smiled slightly: "Thank you, old man. Please tell me more about this inkstone."

"Hai Rui is famous for his fierce scholarship, so he calls himself Gang Feng." The old man introduced Hai Rui to himself, and then said: "Seven years ago, my son bought me half an ancient piece at an auction house in Hong Kong. The inkstone is the inkstone that Hai Rui used to sharpen ink and write when he was young. His name - Ru Xian is engraved on it."

The old man paused, looking up at the night sky full of stars, as if he had returned to Hai Rui's era, and said dreamily: "For seven years, I have never given up the idea of ​​​​looking for the other half of the inkstone. Now I have moved to Hainan, and finally I saw it, how could I know that my little brother had taken notice of it first."

"No wonder, the old man also concluded that this thing is from the Jiajing period. It turns out there is such a reason!" Pan Xiaoqiang had a little understanding of this old man in his heart - he was definitely an extremely fanatical collector of Hai Rui. If he kept it for a long time, The owner of the antique trade would not have been overjoyed at the stall, nor would he have been at a disadvantage in the game with himself. After all, after living at such an old age, his eyelashes were all empty.

The old man threw the half-smoked cigar into the sea and coughed twice, which made Pan Xiaoqiang a little nervous: "Old man, are you okay?"

"It's okay. I'm getting older and my lungs are a little weak." A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth. He straightened up and asked: "Little brother, why don't you ask me how much I paid for that inkstone with the engraved name on it?" Woolen cloth?"

Pan Xiaoqiang rubbed his face that was a little raw from the sea breeze, and said calmly: "What's the use of knowing it? It just makes me sad. I know it myself. Putting that half of the inkstone in my hand is considered a good thing." If it's smashed, I might as well sell it to you at a satisfactory price. These antiques have a life of their own."

"Antiques also have a life of their own?" The old man slapped his thigh suddenly and exhaled: "The young man has a high level of understanding, but old man, I fell behind and made a mistake!"

After saying that, he reached out and took out the iPhone in his pocket, and said convincingly: "Give me your bank card."

Pan Xiaoqiang was not embarrassed this time. He pulled out the dark green Agricultural Bank of China card from his wallet with a slight trembling. The old man walked forward four or five meters and started the electronic bank transfer operation on the screen of his mobile phone.

"Qiangzi, how many books of "Youth Digest" have you read before you came to such a deep understanding?" Shi Dazhuang stared at his big eyes and whispered in Pan Xiaoqiang's ear. Pan Xiaoqiang put his hands in his pockets and squinted at Da Zhuang.

Zhuang: "I haven't seen it before. I learned this from working as a waiter in an antique store for two years. Every time I clean antiques, I will think of this sentence in my mind."

Ding dong, Pan Xiaoqiang's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was a new text message from the e-bank: he received a remittance of 300,000 yuan from someone else. Although there was no expression on his face, he was actually very happy in his heart.

I never thought that huge sums of money would come so quickly.

The old man smiled heartily: "Little brother, our transaction is completed. We don't have time today. If we have a chance in the future, we will have a good chat." After saying that, the old man handed Pan Xiaoqiang a business card and didn't look back.

He walked away, just murmuring softly: "The future is limitless!"

The old man has gone away, while Shi Dazhuang and Pan Xiaoqiang are still in a daze, especially Pan Xiaoqiang. Despite the fluent exchanges just now, he is actually living in a dream. In the past two years, he has saved up to 20,000 yuan. Today, in the blink of an eye, he is

With the purchase of 300,000 yuan, if nothing else, at least it was the down payment for buying a second-hand house.

"Brother, I can't tell. No wonder you are unwilling to accept my brother's enthusiastic help. It turns out that you have learned some hard skills secretly, you are awesome!" Shi Dazhuang beat his fat belly with both hands like a drum, although

It's true that he is a rich second generation, but he still admires people with real abilities, and now his brother can be considered one.

Pan Xiaoqiang grinned.

Shi Dazhuang rolled his eyes and said, "How much did the old man pay for his half inkstone? You didn't even ask, just pretend to be serious!"

"Seven years ago, Christie's auction house in Hong Kong sold half of a piece of Hai Rui inkstone for HK$7.5 million." In fact, when the old man only said that the inkstone belonged to Hai Gangfeng, Pan Xiaoqiang already knew it.

The price and physical pain are unavoidable, but he is not someone who can't look away. When he is surprised, he grits his teeth and it's over.

Shi Da was so happy that he stroked his belly and said with a smile: "It turns out that your best ability is pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. Half-pretend and half-truth fooled the old man into a daze."

"I have no choice but to deal with those people like Pan Jiayuan every day, even if I don't even think about pretending." Pan Xiaoqiang handed his business card to Shi Dazhuang: "Actually, the main reason is because this old man is a professor, and the most powerful thing is teaching and educating people, not

Fighting with others." The business card clearly read: Qi Zhu, professor of the History Department of Beiqing University.

"Wow, Qiangzi, you have met a noble person! You will fly in the future!" Shi Dazhuang said in surprise. No matter how much he enjoys himself, he still knows what a professor means to people who appraise antiques without much social experience. This is a network expansion.

the first step.

Moreover, this old man is not only famous, but also wealthy. How can someone who spends more than 7 million yuan to buy a piece of broken stone not be well-off? He is probably from a famous family.

Pan Xiaoqiang now has a net worth of hundreds of thousands, and has a lot of confidence. He waved his hand: "Come on, brother, I'm going to treat you today."

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The two of them went to the dining table with a wine jar, and ate and drank until early morning in a food stall with local characteristics. The light yellow apricot wood table was piled with empty Tsingtao beer bottles, like cannonballs.

"Today's drink is very comfortable." Shi Dazhuang has been drinking a lot in the past two years, but these are fair-weather friends. When they are having fun, they are closer than brothers. Once in trouble, ghosts cannot be seen. Is it true or false?

He knows very well.

Fatty Shi held Pan Xiaoqiang's shoulders and walked back to the hotel with drunken cat steps. He stumbled and took a long time to get on the elevator. As soon as he got out of the elevator, Pan Xiaoqiang bumped into a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Full of heart.

The girl felt aggrieved and slapped Pan Xiaoqiang's stomach with a black handbag, not lightly but not hard, and said resentfully: "Brother, please check the road when you walk, okay?"

Before Pan Xiaoqiang could answer, Shi Dazheng beside him stuck out his tongue and said in a stuttering voice: "I, I, I mean, little girl, this is the first time we see someone arguing with a drunkard. No, I don't bully people like this."

"When he drank too much, he liked to open his mouth in the shape of "oh", so the disgusting smell of alcohol sprayed into the girl's face, causing the little girl to hit him hard on the head with her backhand: "Get out of here.

,Fatty."

Shi Dazhuang smiled shamelessly. Pan Xiaoqiang's drinking capacity was slightly greater than his, but he still maintained a slightly sober mind at this time. From the beginning of this farce, he kept looking at the little girl, which is unique to Hainanese people.

She has a slightly dark and healthy complexion, looks very pure, and is very fashionable in her clothes. The black and white tight-fitting skirt outlines her tight and convex figure, and her round collarbone makes men's blood boil.

"Oh." Pan Xiaoqiang continued to burp vigorously and looked down at the little girl's calf. There was no trace of fat on her calf. It was thin and long. Her feet were wearing white flat leather shoes, which were full of temptation.

Although Pan Xiaoqiang thought that his peeping actions were very covert, the drunk man opened and closed his movements widely, and his eyes were almost on the girl. If this scene fell into the eyes of passers-by, there would definitely be danger.

It could be two drunkards wantonly molesting an innocent little girl.

The girl's big eyes widened and she glared at Pan Xiaoqiang, and said softly: "Brother, does it look good?"

This excitement made Pan Xiaoqiang sober up. He quickly put away his ambiguous gaze and said seriously: "I apologize to you for my carelessness just now. We are destined to meet again!" It is normal to take a look at each other.

Instinct, if you keep looking at it, this quality will appear to be very low.

The girl smiled sweetly after hearing these words. Generally, some overbearing girls do not have to use physical force when they have a conflict. They just hope that the other party can respect her. She behaved like Pan Xiaoqiang and stretched out her hand to say hello.

, pressed the elevator door button and prepared to leave.

When Pan Xiaoqiang originally thought that this matter could be ended successfully, the girl suddenly turned pale and fainted on the ground. She fell to the ground in a cute posture, with her legs bent and clamped together, as if she was going to faint even if she was dizzy.

She can't stand out, she is a very traditional woman.

"What's going on?" Pan Xiaoqiang wanted to just walk away, but he couldn't go against his conscience. He licked his dry lips and said to himself: "Girl, the timing you picked is really good.

Yes, luckily I am a good person who does not violate laws and disciplines, otherwise, you would probably become a sister-in-law tonight."

Pan Xiaoqiang, who was not very strong, grabbed Shi Dazhuang's arm with his left hand, and hugged the beautiful girl with his whole right hand. Although he looked a little suspicious of focusing on sex and neglecting friends, there was nothing he could do. The fat man was just drunk after all.

With the possibility of walking, the girl basically had to use her own strength to carry her into the room.

Perhaps because he was not strong enough, his palms actually slid up and pressed against the lower part of the perfect chest hemisphere, but at this time he did not have so much time to pay attention to this. After all, Fatty Shi weighed nearly two hundred pounds in his hands alone.

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Chapter completed!