"Sir, go slowly, call if you have something to do..."

Half an hour later, under the respectful gift from the middle-aged man, Qi Xiang left the sales center. He looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was bleeding in his heart.

"I'm impulsive, too impulsive, I'm going to be a fat man." Qi Xiang sighed in her heart, but she didn't feel much regretful. After all, today is different from the past, and he has the confidence...

Qi Xiang calmly took two steps under the middle-aged man's greeting, and suddenly his body stopped. For the first time, he said carelessly: "By the way, that person just now... I don't want to see him again when I come here next time."

"Uh?" the middle-aged man was startled and smiled and said, "Don't worry, what I know how to do will definitely satisfy you..."

The middle-aged man didn't find it strange at all to Qi Xiang's vengeance. On the contrary, he made him more sure that Qi Xiang was a rich second generation. He was narrow-minded, had to save face, and had to take revenge. These are common problems of the rich second generation, which is normal.

Besides, when the middle-aged man had no guilt when he had surgery on the security guard. After all, in the final analysis, this was also a disaster caused by the security guard's eyes and self-inflicted.

Whoever causes trouble will be responsible is fair and reasonable, isn’t it?

The middle-aged man smiled and helped Qi Xiang call a car, and opened the door first. When Qi Xiang got into the car and sat down, he slowly closed the door and watched the car leave and disappeared, then he reluctantly returned to the sales center.

No one else can do this, no wonder he is the manager...

In the car, the driver asked, "Sir, where are you going?"

Qi Xiang thought about it and instructed: "Antique Market!"

He thought about it and thought that it would be better to start with our business and make money quickly. The most important thing is that the money comes from innocently and can withstand investigation, and there will be no future troubles. Otherwise, he really wanted to fly to Macau immediately.

The antique market in Huzhou is located near Fumiao between Renmin Road and North Street.

The so-called palace temple actually refers to the City God Temple.

The Chenghuang Temple in Huzhou has a very long history. According to historical research, it was built in the Five Dynasties period. After thousands of years of storms, it has been repeatedly destroyed and built, and has been passed down to this day.

The Fu Temple in Huzhou is similar to the Confucius Temple in Jinling. In addition to religious sacrificial activities, it is also an entertainment venue. In ancient times, the Fu Temple continued to perform dramas, juggle, magic and other artists who traveled here all year round, as well as astrological divination, fortune-telling, and cheated.

In modern times, the renovated Fu Temple is a combination of tourism, shopping, entertainment and leisure, and is very lively and prosperous. Huzhou’s antique market borrows the light of Fu Temple to attract enough popularity before it gradually takes shape.

Not long after, the car stopped near the temple.

After getting off the car, Qi Xiang walked slowly to the antique market. He also had to admit that the antique market was not big, but it was very lively, with crowds of people gathering in the river.

"What's the situation?" Qi Xiang felt a little surprised, because in his impression, the antique market has never been very lively, and sometimes it is even deserted and deserted.

What happened today? They all seemed to have chicken blood, their faces were flushed, and they were very excited.

While Qi Xiang was surprised, she also observed carefully.

Soon, he discovered that the lively crowd was heading towards the same place.

It was a shop, a large and spacious shop. It was like a department store, connected by three or four shops, making it look very grand.

At this moment, the shop was filled with people, gongs and drums were loud and firecrackers were ringing, as if it was holding an opening ceremony.

Qi Xiang followed the rolling crowd and walked to the store and saw it, she was stunned.

I saw a golden sign hanging above the shop.

The two large gilded characters are as vigorous as a rogue, with their own style and are very eye-catching.

"Xuzhai!"

At first glance, Qi Xiang was inevitably a little surprised. As an insider, he knew very well. The name of this sign cannot be used randomly, because someone had used this hall number a hundred years ago.

Some people even have a lot of thoughts to find a book called Xuzhai’s famous painting in some bookstores.

To put it bluntly, Xuzhai is a relatively famous hall name. Generally speaking, when people give their signature names, they will definitely pay attention to avoiding such famous hall names. This is a kind of respect for the ancients.

Of course, if you have a shallow understanding and do not realize that the name you chose coincides with the ancient hall number, it is understandable.

The problem is that Qi Xiang is very clear that this is impossible.

Because the famous Xuzhai stood in Huzhou a hundred years ago. It was the name of Pang Laichen, a famous collector during the Republic of China.

Pang Laichen, whose name was Yuanji, whose courtesy name was Laichen, and whose pseudonym was Xuzhai.

In the late Qing Dynasty, a proverb circulated in Huzhou. A city in Huzhou is less than half a town in Nanxun. The Pang family is a wealthy man in Nanxun, Huzhou, and is known as the Four Symbols of Nanxun.

Nanxun is undoubtedly a legend in modern Chinese history. Relying on the wealth of farming and mulberry trees, lake silk spread all over the world. Xunshang made its fortune with silk industry almost accompanied by the rise of modern industry. A small town, giants and gentry were richest in the world, and there is a saying among the people that four images and eight oxes are the same. Animal bodies are compared to Xunshang's wealth.

It is also a habit to be rich and hiding.

Pang Laichen had financial resources and was good at appreciating. He collected bronze, porcelain, calligraphy, painting, jade and other cultural relics, especially calligraphy and painting. He carefully collected the treasures of paintings by famous masters of the Tang Dynasty, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and specially built a loft to store them, and then named it Xuzhai.

During the heyday of Xuzhai, he had thousands of famous calligraphy and painting works, making it the best of private enterprises in the country.

It is a little more conservative, and it is definitely a collection in the southeast.

However, during the Republic of China, due to the uncertainty of the times, some of Xuzhai’s collections were inevitably lost due to various reasons. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, descendants of the Pang family donated Xuzhai’s collections to museums in various places.

From that time on, Xu Zhai also died in name only and withdrew from the stage of history.

Although Xuzhai no longer exists, as a famous hall name in the local area, there is no reason for locals not to know it, but this sign is hanging out in a noble way. Is no one advised to stop it?

Qi Xiang couldn't help but shook her head and sighed that the world was getting worse and the people's hearts were not as good as ever. He skipped the signboard and looked in, but saw rows of counters and shelves in the store.

The counter and shelves are orderly calligraphy and paintings.

“Huh?”

Qi Xiang was surprised when she saw it. Unexpectedly, Xu Zhai turned out to be a calligraphy and painting shop.

At this time, in the store, it seems that a lottery is being held. It seems that as long as you buy something of a certain value, you will have the opportunity to draw a famous brand mobile phone worth five or six thousand yuan.

And since today is the first day of opening, all the products in the store are 30% off.

It was a discount and a lottery, so it was naturally very lively.

Qi Xiang must have no interest in this kind of marketing activities. However, he also noticed that the store seemed to have a second floor, and the second floor was restricted to traffic and was not allowed to be brought to ordinary people.

Qi Xiang could see clearly that some people wanted to go up the second floor, but were stopped by a sweet-looking girl.

The sweet girl took out a painting and seemed to have asked something. Several people shook their heads in confusion and naturally dispersed. But someone answered, and walked up proudly in the girl's sweet smile.

Qi Xiang was a little curious and walked through the spacious shop and arrived at the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Sir, please stay." The girl smiled and stopped her hand and explained: "There is a calligraphy and painting exhibition upstairs. The things are relatively precious and the venue is limited, so only professionals or guests of a certain level are allowed to go up and watch."

Qi Xiang raised her eyebrows: "How to determine whether it is a professional or non-professional level?"

"Sir, I have a painting here." The girl smiled sweetly and said, "What do you think of this painting?"

Qi Xiang's eyes gathered and carefully looked at the painting on the girl's hand.

The picture scroll is not big, and the subject is a common landscape picture. A river of spring water flows eastward, with lush branches and leaves on the shore, and a single-plank bridge can be seen in the distance.

A shepherd boy with a cow raised his hands to play with butterflies by the bridge, feeling innocent and interesting.

Qi Xiang took a look and concluded: "This is a imitation."

"What do you mean?" The girl smiled a little strongly.

"This is a scene of imitating the famous paintings of Qi Baishi and the shepherd boy playing in spring." Qi Xiang commented: "Well, it's not considered imitation, it should be a copy. It seems that it should be a class assignment for students in the painting academy, and their level is pretty good."

"Of course, there are many problems. The lines of the mountains and rivers are not smooth enough. The branches and leaves of trees are not properly handled, and they are a little messy and blurred. The most important thing is the hands of the shepherd boy."

Qi Xiang shook her head and said, "As we all know, the most difficult thing to draw in any figure painting is the hand. The ancients described the hand, either like soft croakers or spring bamboo shoots, as they were neat and beautiful, with clear knuckles."

"A man who is not a skilled painter usually dares not draw his hands, but hides his weaknesses, hides his strengths and avoids his weaknesses, hides his hands, or is caged in his sleeves, and dares not see anyone."

Qi Xiang talked in a casual manner: "Qi Baishi is a master of the painting world, so naturally he has no concerns about this. Although I have never seen the real pictures of the real shepherd boy playing in spring, I have seen some high-definition photos and know that the shepherd boy's hands are like a lotus bud, very delicate, natural and vivid."

"But you see, the hand on this painting is like a mess, which is too much different."

Qi Xiang said in a low voice: "So I think this should be the painting of students in the Painting Academy. Their skills are too shallow and they need to practice for a few more years."

"Bao, bao!"

At this moment, someone next to him couldn't help but applaud and walked over and smiled: "Shopkeeper Qi has such a good eye-catching experience. He has a thorough analysis and is admirable."

"Xiao Ding..." Qi Xiang looked back and was a little surprised, and then relieved. After all, Xiao Ding was obviously a local snake from Huzhou, so it was not surprising that he appeared here at all.

"Shopkeeper Qi, I thought you had already gone back." Xiao Ding said with a smile, looking very familiar.

"If you have something to do, stay for a few more days." Qi Xiang explained casually, then turned around and said, "I'm done, how good is, can I get up?"

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Chapter completed!