Zhong Yue was excited to touch the seal in his pocket. It was 50,000 yuan. For him, it was definitely a huge leak. Such a good thing actually made him bump into it. But looking at the appearance, it didn't look like Tianhuangshi. Although Tianhuangshi has black skin Tianhuang, those that can be sold at sky-high prices are all without any impurities. It looks like a crystal clear frozen stone like a fairy grass jelly. The piece in his hand is not only shiny, but it is simply an insult to the title of jade.

But he can't take care of that much. Anyway, the cost is only twenty yuan. How can he lose if he loses?

Zhong Yue walked slowly towards the other end of the Chenghuang Temple, preparing to see if there were any cheap calligraphy and paintings to embellish some books at home. Without calligraphy and paintings, some ancient books are fine.

However, after switching to a few stalls, except for some little yellow books with exposed paintings, some fakes with three or four thousand words that were claimed to be from famous artists.

钟岳也就一笑而过,连他这个门外汉都知道,真要是齐白石,徐渭等人的真迹,早就拿去卖个几十万上百万了,还在这里叫卖?

Just as he was about to go back to the parking place, he suddenly saw a group of people holding flashlights and gathering in front of a stall, so he came forward to take a look.

"This painting is an old object."

"What's the use of calligraphy and painting? It's not the hands of famous masters. It's only a few thousand. Look, these brushstrokes are perfunctory, but they are not a good product at first glance. They can cost 20,000 yuan at first, and two thousand is almost the same." An old man who knew a little bit about the appreciation of calligraphy and painting turned off the flashlight. People like them usually have nothing to do when they have enough food, so they will come around the Chenghuang Temple for a few times. In addition to walking, they are also interested. They usually only look at it and don't buy it.

Zhong Yue glanced at the middle-aged woman standing beside her, looking nervous, and seemed a little anxious, "Two thousand? This uncle, don't talk nonsense. This is my mother-in-law who took it out for life-saving money. My man broke his leg on the construction site and needed surgery urgently. Twenty thousand yuan, a penny cannot be lost."

The few people who were still watching the flowers smiled. If this is the case, they would not know how many times they would have to listen to in this ghost market in a day.

"Does your man have amputated his limbs if he can't get 20,000 yuan?"

The honest woman couldn't hear the sarcasm in this sentence and said in surprise: "Brother, how do you know?"

"Haha, OK, I will pay at most 1,500 this painting. If you want to sell it, sell it. If you don't sell it, you will lose 20,000 yuan. That's a dream."

The old man next to him turned on the flashlight again, took a photo on the side, and murmured: "I see that it is hanging on one thousand five, and there is no red seal. I don't know who the painter is. Although Jiajing is the reign of the Ming Dynasty, I still cannot rashly conclude that this painting is something from the Ming Dynasty."

When the old man said that, those who wanted to add some money to this painting retreated again. After all, there are too many fakes now, and a well-made imitation is worth a few hundred yuan. What's more, this is a rough painting, which is so rough that it is a bit outrageous and has no layout at all.

"No, 20,000 yuan, no penny can be lost!" the woman said gritting her teeth.

Seeing that the woman was so firm, several people who were considered old players in the City God Temple shook their heads and left. Although they could be seen as old objects, there were also possibilities for imitating the Ming Dynasty, the Republic of China, or even modern times. Antique fakes were found in all dynasties, so if you are not an expert, you would have a high possibility of mistaking the opportunity.

There were fewer people at the stalls, and some people continued to look at the painting. Zhong Yue also came over and saw that the woman had nothing but a large cloth bag, unlike those professional stall dealers who carried the desk lamps to charge the battery.

With the flashlight of the people around him, Zhong Yue picked up several books that were still in the underworld and flipped through them.

Zhong Yue, published in the 1960s, flipped through the yellowed paper pages and some muddy handwriting. Although this kind of book has been around for some time, almost no one wants it, so he put it down and looked at the painting.

Seeing that the young man who came up was a young man, the two old men with reading glasses moved a few steps away, looking very disdainful.

"Master, do you want it?"

“说了,我的价钱是两千,也是看在这画确实是个老物件,两万是绝对不可能的.”

"No, uncle, my man really needs surgery. 20,000 yuan, it really cannot be missed. You are OK, but I really can't do it. I'll lend you first. When I get the money back, I will redeem it. Will it be better?"

When the old man saw that the woman was not letting go, he shook his head and turned around and left.

Several eye-catching old men shook their heads and left. The middle-aged man who was waiting for an opportunity to find a bargain turned around. 20,000 yuan, buying something that was obviously not worth the price is not purely a waste of Grandpa Mao.

Seeing that everyone was separated, a trace of despair appeared on the woman's face.

Zhong Yue took the scroll from one of his hands and entered the system, thinking about whether he could help the women. He could see that the aunt was really at a loss.

Of course, after receiving the system's reply, Zhong Yue was stunned at first, then frowned, thinking about what to do.

Many people came here, and the prices were hundreds or thousands. However, when the woman asked for 20,000 yuan, the people shook their heads and left. In the end, the woman felt that there was no hope and wiped away the tears in her eyes.

"Little brother, go, I'll close the stall."

Zhong Yue said hesitantly: "Auntie, I have collected your painting."

"You? Do you have money?"

Zhong Yue said embarrassedly: "I really don't have money on hand, but I may have money on my bank card. I just saw that those people were unwilling to accept your paintings. I was afraid that when I left, I might not be able to find you when I came over later."

"Maybe rich? What does it mean to be rich? Little brother, life is a big deal, you can't fool your aunt."

Zhong Yue curled his lips and said, "I don't know how much money I have on this card. You're going to close the stall anyway. So, go to the ATM with me and I'll withdraw the money and see if it's enough for 20,000 yuan."

The woman immediately became alert and thought that Zhong Yue had any ill-gotten actions. She shook her head and said, "If you want to buy this painting, just take the money. I'll wait for you here, I won't go to other places."

Zhong Yue smiled bitterly twice, did he look like a bad person?

"Okay, I'll be back after waiting for half an hour at most."

Zhong Yue put the plastic bag in his hand into his schoolbag and ran towards the parking lot of Chenghuang Temple.

"Xiaoyue, you kid are finally back! If you don't come back, my master and I are going to find you!"

Zhang Laifu smoked, glanced at Zhong Yue who was panting, and raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Big...Brother Da Guang, where is the ATM machine nearby?"
Chapter completed!