Gu Nuoer and Gu Ziliang went directly to one of the busiest stalls.
The place was crowded with people who stopped to watch.
Among the crowd, there was a wealthy businessman with a big belly and gold and silver, sitting on a low stool.
Dozens of antiques of different shapes were placed in front of him.
Calligraphy and painting, cultural toys, jades, and even a pair of cups that look like clear glass.
The vendor was a thin man with a mustache and a pair of slender eyes that looked shrewd.
He pointed at a calligraphy and painting and introduced it with spittle.
"I spent a lot of money to buy this from a wealthy businessman from the south of the Yangtze River: A picture of plum blossoms in the snow!"
"Look at whose name this signature is, it is the masterpiece of our eleventh prince!"
Everyone immediately sighed and lowered their heads to take a closer look.
The stall displayed emphatically: "Look at this picture, the red walls and gold tiles of the palace, even under the cover of white snow, cannot stop its beauty."
"This small pavilion, the sparkling lake next to it, and the red plum blossoms on the plum trees on the shore are blooming in the wind, how beautiful it is!"
"There is only one masterpiece in the world. If you buy it, take it home and collect it, you have to frame it!"
The wealthy businessman was so excited that he asked, "What's the price?"
The vendor smiled, pointed out his five fingers, approached the wealthy businessman with a sly look, and said, "Five thousand taels of silver, but seeing that you are destined, I will give you a cheap price. Three thousand taels of silver, do you like it?"
Gu Nuoer looked at the crowd for a long time and pouted.
The little guy raised his head and said to Gu Ziliang: "Brother Ten, this is fake, not the work of Brother Eleven."
Gu Ziliang knelt down and asked patiently: "How did my sister know?"
"First of all, it has been almost five years since Brother Eleven traveled around the world. He has not returned to the palace for a long time."
"As for the paintings in the hands of the vendors, the rice paper is brand new and there is no reflection, and the pen and ink are bright. You can tell at a glance that they are works within a year."
"But wasn't Brother Eleven's purpose for leaving the palace to paint all the great rivers and mountains in the world? How could he produce another painting of the beautiful scenery in the palace?"
"Even if it is really possible that this was drawn by him, the seal under the signature is wrong. Brother Eleven's name is 'Gu Zihe', but the signature actually says 'Gu Zikou', and the words on the red seal also look crooked.
I wrote it myself.”
The little guy hugged his little arms dissatisfied: "Using Brother Eleven's reputation to make improper money, let's see how I deal with him!"
With that said, Gu Nuoer squeezed into the crowd and walked to the side of the wealthy businessman.
The wealthy businessman had already taken out a stack of banknotes and was about to count out fifty and hand them over to the vendor.
The vendor stared at the pair of banknotes with eyes wide open and almost drooling!
Gu Nuoer reminded in a soft voice: "Uncle, rich businessman, don't be in a hurry to pay money. Look at other antiques first. If there is something you like, wouldn't it be better to buy it together?"
The street vendors and wealthy businessmen were both stunned.
They all looked at this little girl who came out of nowhere.
She looks ice-cute and has skin that can be broken by blows.
A pair of big, smart eyes, filled with cute innocence.
She has jet black hair, a round little face as white as snow, and is wearing a brocade skirt.
At first glance, it seems that he comes from a wealthy family.
The vendor didn't expect that a little kid would come out to help him make more money!
Immediately he smiled brightly, rubbed his hands and agreed: "Yes, sir, take a look again, is there anything you like in the little man's stall?"