The next day, Su Changfeng took Zhang Qiang to see Xiao Nuomi in the hospital and then placed it at the Impression City construction site.
Then, under the guidance of Zhang Fushan, Su Changfeng decided to go to the local antique market in Shanghai to look for an antique.
Because Song Qingge said that she would go to settle the relationship in a few days, and the other party liked antiques, so Su Changfeng took the initiative to help her share the matter.
Zhang Fushan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Su Changfeng through the rearview mirror and said: "Mr. Su, if you want to buy antiques, you should come to me. I know a few very good places here and I will never let you go."
You're the one who caught the eye."
What Zhang Fushan recommended is the largest antique market in Hangzhou.
There are many big antique dealers joining this antique market. There are indeed a lot of good goods in there, including millions of blue and white porcelains, tens of millions of chicken cups, and even ancient bronzes worth more than 100 million.
In the market, many people who love antiques gather every day, coming and going, making it very lively.
However, the antique market is still very messy, and there are also a lot of street stalls.
"Mr. Su, don't underestimate these street vendors." Zhang Fusheng pointed to an old man not far away and said: "This old man, just by relying on deception, got a foreigner to buy him for 100,000 yuan.
A handmade product worth more than ten yuan."
"There is also that unshaven guy over there who sells several handmade products every day. He is also a guy with a broken heart."
At this moment, a middle-aged man walking around with two walnuts in his hand came up and said, "Isn't this Mr. Zhang? Why do you have time to hang out here?"
"Oh, it turns out to be Lao Li." Zhang Fushan said: "This is Mr. Su. I am here to accompany Mr. Su to choose a good thing."
Hearing these words, Lao Li's eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Mr. Zhang, this is your fault. If you want good things, come directly to me. Whatever you want, I will get you. Whether it's from the Qing Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty,
I have them all.”
"Bah!" Zhang Fushan said immediately: "Mr. Su doesn't like those junk things you have there, don't talk nonsense with me here."
While talking, Zhang Fushan was making fun of Lao Li.
Only then did Lao Li put away his salivating expression, realizing that Zhang Fushan could not join him in killing Su Changfeng, a fat sheep.
"Let's do this! If you really want good things, there will be a small auction in the antique market this afternoon. Everything in it is real.
"As long as you are willing to spend money, you will be able to return home with a full load." After pondering for a moment, Lao Li said.
Zhang Fushan looked at Old Li sideways and said, "Old Li! We both know the basics, so don't try to trick me."
"What a joke!" Old Li suddenly said with some dissatisfaction: "If you hadn't brought Mr. Su here, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter the auction. Everyone who enters this auction has a net worth of at least
They are all above 10 million.”
Zhang Fushan said disdainfully: "Ten million? Does tens of millions count as money?"
Su Changfeng raised his hand slightly to stop Zhang Fushan from continuing to blow.
Lao Li said hello and left directly.
"Mr. Su, do we want to take a look at the market auction this afternoon?" Zhang Fushan asked cautiously.
"Then go and have a look. I hope you will gain something by then." Su Changfeng nodded slightly.
He did not think that Zhang Fushan had the courage to join forces with outsiders to deceive him.