The bustling of small cities is crowded; the bustling of large cities is crowded.

Zhong Yue returned to Shanghai again, looking at the prosperous city of Magic City, so many people love and hate it. What they love is naturally the high-quality material life brought by the metropolis. As for hating, people of all kinds have hatred.

Love is often the same, but hate is generally different.

Zhong Yue took the subway to a street in Yongxin Antiques.

Mr. Qin in Shanghai always makes Zhong Yuefu think a lot. The brother of Fa in Hong Kong movies he watched back then and the boss of the Never Night Sky. The reason why he didn't want to fly back to Shanghai by Qin Hai's plane was naturally because he didn't want to owe anything.

If each has his own plans, then Zhong Yue will feel at ease when he starts, otherwise Zhong Yue will not be able to overcome this hurdle in his heart.

The road is wide, just after the Chinese New Year, and it is the off-season of the antique market. Including Yongxin Auction House and Yongxin Antique Furniture, they are all in a semi-closed state. This is how this industry is open for three years.

Zhong Yue also admires Qin Hai's financial resources. Although the industry in this street is not a place where every inch of land is valuable, it is also extremely difficult. After all, this series of house numbers represent the strength and financial resources of Mr. Qin. Thinking about it, Zhong Yue felt a little exciting.

Zhong Yue walked all the way to two gilded bronze lions in antique furniture, and a tall building stood tall. He heard that Qin Ye’s treasure building had tens of thousands of collections, which was a real treasure pavilion.

In Daqian, Zhong Yue had not had time to empty the treasure building of Lao Zhang's family. Now when he saw this building, his eyes were all green. If he walked in, would there be another series of prompt sounds?

"Brother Zhong, I finally hope for you."

When Zhong Yue saw the two bodyguards standing behind Qin Hai, he couldn't laugh. Will he walk out with his life without his life?

"Mr. Qin."

Their generations are a bit chaotic, one is calling his brother, and the other is honored as Master Qin. Zhong Yue always maintains a gap, so that he will not be penetrated by this expert in collecting people and antiques.

Holding is always more reassuring than holding it.

Lao Qin just held Zhong Yue's hand and shook it, "It's true, I thought you were not here."

"How can I go back? It's not too late to report back to school. Let's come and see your industrial street, Mr. Qin."

Qin Hai laughed, "People are holding each other, please sit in us. Aqi, Xiao Zhao, you can rest, Brother Zhong and I will be alone for a while."

The two looked at each other and stared at Zhong Yue again.

"The two bodyguards of Mr. Qin are a bit domineering. I don't know where I invited them, so I'll invite them too."

"Haha, you can't get it in China."

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Qin Hai took Zhong Yue into this tall building. Seeing the design inside the building, Zhong Yue was shocked. He thought that the decoration in the building of such a rich man, Qin Shi, would be so luxurious. However, it was beyond Zhong Yue's expectations. It was so simple.

It is so simple that it is like a rough house with one display after another, and it looks like a library.

Seeing Zhong Yue's shocked look, Qin Hai carried his hands on his back, looking like these were all small scenes, "all of which are fake."

"Fake it? No, I heard of two people in the Shanghai antique collection industry, you and Ouyang Guoqing, one hides the real and the other collects the fake, claiming to take everything."

"Haha, rumors are often overstatement. The two floors below are indeed fakes. I have never told anyone that even if my two bodyguards have a lot of good things on hand, how could there be no fakes? The antique business is real and fake, and they are just a mentality. For those genuine products, I prefer the fakes I bought myself, you see."

Zhong Yue looked into Qin Hai's hand.

"this……"

What Lao Qin was holding in his hand was actually the old man's seal, "Did you buy it?"

"Yes, it cost eight thousand." Qin Hai walked over and placed it on a slightly conspicuous wooden stand. "In the past five years, I have basically not taken much action. Brother Zhong, you asked me to take action and slap my eyes again."

"It's not me..."

"Haha, sit upstairs, there is nothing good about the seals here."

Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth, "Old Qin is so weird, I'm still putting so many fakes downstairs. Is he afraid that others won't know? Or he deliberately concealed people's eyes and couldn't understand."

The two entered the elevator, but saw that the fifth floor button of the elevator was deducted. For the one-money high-end Siemens van elevator, this kind of damage, unless it was done on purpose, would have been tested tens of millions of times with the German craftsman spirit, and it would not have been pressed until the wires inside were gone.

Zhong Yue didn't ask questions, curiosity would kill the cat.

The two went up the third floor, and Qin Hai took Zhong Yue out of the elevator. Seeing the decoration of the third floor, Zhong Yue felt that it was a bit like this. Zhong Yue habitually glanced around and saw the buttons that were originally going up and down outside the elevator, but he could only get off. He immediately understood something. It seemed that he was designed in the cultural center in this way. As for how to get upstairs, Zhong Yue would not study it.

The floor is dark in color, and it looks not as cheap as the lacquer. It has a polished texture, revealing the original texture of the wood. Zhong Yue had asked the construction team in the county before, and they might not do well in this job.

"Brother Zhong, sit down, I'll get something."

"Oh, okay." Zhong Yue glanced at the living room. It was really luxurious and connotative. If he had come to the door rashly like a naughty man, he would have been turned away. Old Qin would not be short of money at all.

This has nothing to do with whether he has a good relationship with the Ouyang family. After all, the collection industry and the real estate industry are not in line. Ouyang Kaishan comes in person and can meet him. As for Ouyang Kaishan’s friends, haha.

Zhong Yue looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the living room. The calligrapher and painter were like a forensic doctor looking at the corpse, and he always looked at the calligraphy and paintings in front of him with professional habits and wanted to ponder.

Zhong Yue looked at the painting on the edge of Sijiqing, looked closer and couldn't help but smile. If the author of this painting was not a eunuch, it would definitely be painted by a woman.

Ninety-nine percent of eunuchs are impossible. Throughout the dynasties, eunuchs have mostly been used to serve their masters, so how could such eunuchs be? The characteristics of boudoir paintings are very obvious. It is not that this painting is so good, but that Zhong Yue is very curious about how Qin Hai hangs such a painting here, which is interesting.

When you look at the painting, you will naturally see the signature. Western paintings usually only have one signature, while the signature of Chinese paintings may also contain some information about the painter, as well as the mood or facts of the painting.

"Liu Hehua, hiss... Why is this name a little bit..."

It’s not that the name Lotus is very special. In the countryside, women are called Lotus, Osmanthus, and chrysanthemums, everywhere, with a word highlighted - earth, but Zhong Yue always had the impression of seeing where he saw it. It was very vague and forgot where it was. At least he searched for the list of junior high school classmates on one side. This name should not exist. At least this lesbian is over forty years old.

Could it be a handicraft teacher?

In Zhong Yue’s impression, it seems that the handicraft teacher in elementary school is a mysterious figure and only exists on the course sheet...

"Brother Zhong, why are you so obsessed with it?"

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