"Lao Miao, Lao Miao, I'm here to see you."

"What are you doing? Meng!"

"Lao Miao, this is not right. We have been together for such a long time and we are considered friends. Let me see what happened to you? Besides, you stabbed me last time and I am still injured.

I don’t mind it anymore, but it’s better for you, as if I came to see you with some bad intentions.”

"Meng Shaoyuan!"

Miao Chengfang's expression was full of caution: "You, the weasel, are sending New Year greetings to the rooster, you have no good intentions."

"Lao Miao, you just don't like to trust others." Meng Shaoyuan sighed and shook the oil paper bag in his hand: "Did you see the pork head meat and peanuts I bought specially for you?"

Meng Shaoyuan's bad character and bad reputation have been among the best since the beginning of Lili Xingshe until now.

Not to mention Miao Chengfang who doesn't believe it, but for another person, except for those young people who have just become secret agents and don't know what they are doing, who is not afraid when they see Meng Shaoyuan buying you a gift?

"Tell me, it's early." Miao Chengfang looked at the oil paper bag, then looked at Meng Shaoyuan: "What's going on? Tian Qi is practicing calligraphy inside, and I just have some time."

"It's good to practice calligraphy. It cultivates one's moral character and cultivates one's sentiments." Meng Shaoyuan flattered him: "I'm here, it's really related to calligraphy."

"When did you become obsessed with calligraphy?"

"Not entirely." Meng Shaoyuan said mysteriously: "Didn't you forge a copy of Lin Qingquan's poem that time to confuse the fake with the real one? I just want to ask you, where did you learn this skill? Will you make other fakes?

No? Like fake antiques, fake calligraphy and paintings, etc.?"

Sure enough, Meng Shaoyuan's gift would never be given in vain.

Miao Chengfang sneered: "What bad idea are you thinking about again? Fraud? Let me think about it, I'm really hungry. I'll eat some of your pig head meat first."

"We'll eat the pig head meat later." Meng Shaoyuan held down his hand: "It's an urgent matter, a big task."

"Big mission?"

"It's really a big task. My 100,000-strong army is withdrawing westward. I need to...forge some fake things, but I don't have the talent in this area. Didn't I think of you as someone who can make fake things and come to you?"

When he heard that it was such a big deal, Miao Chengfang stopped laughing: "It's okay for me to forge letters, but it's a bit difficult to forge other things. Such masters of forgery used to be concentrated in the Liulichang area of ​​Peking, but

Nowadays, some people are old and some have retired. In Shanghai? Not to mention, there really is such a number."

When Meng Shaoyuan heard this, he became energetic and listened carefully to Miao Chengfang's words:

"This man, Xin Yichen, is from Shanghai. He went to Peiping at the age of six and became an apprentice at Baoyizhai at the age of ten. He was a master for nine years and worked for Baoyizhai for nine years before he could go out and start his own business. But as for Xin Yichen,

He tried every means to make the only daughter of the boss of Baoyizhai fall in love with him, marry her, and naturally become the boss of Baoyizhai in the future.

The boss of Baoyizhai saw that he was down-to-earth and willing to work, and he married his own daughter, so he simply handed over Baoyizhai to him in advance. As a result, once this man got Baoyizhai, his true colors were immediately revealed. He had learned how to make fakes.

Because of his ability, counterfeit things can often be mistaken for real. Relying on this ability, he made a lot of fakes and sold all the fakes by relying on others' trust in Baoyizhai. As a result, Baoyizhai became notorious in the end.

.

The old shopkeeper was so angry when he saw that his life's work had been reduced to such a state. His daughter said a few words to Xin Yichen, but he beat and scolded her. The old shopkeeper's daughter couldn't think about it for a moment, so she jumped into the well and committed suicide.

The shopkeeper was eventually pissed to death.

Seeing that his reputation in Peiping was ruined and he could no longer survive, Xin Yichen simply returned to Shanghai and opened a 'Xinyi Zhai', still relying on his counterfeiting skills. This Shanghai is no better than Peking. There are so many antique masters. How can we do this?

He can tell the real from the fake, so I have been defrauded of a lot of money by him over the years."

"It's done, it's him."

Meng Shaoyuan was overjoyed: "Xinyi Zhai, Xin Yichen, Lao Miao, I can't thank you enough."

"It's done, it's done. It's bad luck for him. He got offended by you. However, this kid has done so many bad things over the years, so falling into your hands can be regarded as retribution."

"Then I'll go find him." Meng Shaoyuan turned around and left.

Miao Chengfang was really hungry. He opened the oil paper package sent by Meng Shaoyuan, picked up a piece of pork head, and put it into his mouth with great pleasure.

After a moment, Miao Chengfang's roar came:

"Meng Shaoyuan, you bastard, you are such a shameless thing, you gave me stinky pig head meat to eat!"

…

Xin Yichen opened the store early this morning.

The sound of gunfire came again.

Xin Yichen frowned.

I heard that there is still a war going on at Sihang Warehouse. Are the Chinese soldiers not dead yet?

This war has seriously affected my business.

Finish the fight early, no matter who wins or loses, you can go about your business normally.

A young man dressed very fashionably came in.

Wearing a three-piece suit, three-cut black and white leather shoes, a top hat, and a Longines watch on his wrist.

Just looking at it, the rich man didn't run away.

"Hey, Master, what are you looking at?" Xin Yichen immediately asked enthusiastically: "Have you had a meal? I'll have someone order you a bowl of noodles?"

"No need." Meng Shaoyuan clasped his hands behind his back: "Just take a look."

"Hey, look, look. Come here, serve tea, good tea!"

The waiter served the tea and stood aside to wait.

"Master, look at this." Xin Yichen followed: "A serious vase from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty."

"Is there anything inappropriate about the vase?"

"Oh, Master, you are so good at telling jokes."

It’s all I have in mind.”

Meng Shaoyuan smiled faintly: "Then let me take a look."

"Hey, Master, please sit down and drink tea."

Xin Yichen took the vase with a bang and carefully placed it in front of Meng Shaoyuan: "Master, please take your fancy. Let's not talk about the price first. Just see if this is a good thing."

How does Meng Shaoyuan know?

He pretended to look there for a while and said, "The stuff is pretty good, let's talk about the price."

Xin Yichen followed the rules of this industry: "Selling goods to destined people, money is all external things. Young Master, you can set a price as long as I don't lose money."

"Open it however you want."

Meng Shaoyuan thought for a while, took out an ocean from his pocket, and threw it on the table: "That's it."

ah?

Xin Yichen was stunned. How could anyone offer such a price in this world?

"Master, you are kidding me again."

"Are you kidding? I don't have time to joke with you!" Meng Shaoyuan's eyes widened: "You let me bid casually, and you think I don't know it's a fake? I'm giving you a piece of the ocean to save your face!"

this!

This vase is indeed a fake, but Xin Yichen is confident that there are only a few of them in Shanghai.

This young man looks like a playboy, but you can tell him right away without even looking at him?

Little did he know that Meng Shaoyuan didn't understand antiques at all, he just learned about them there.

If you get it right, it's the best. If you get it wrong, it's natural to be wrong.

"Yes, young master, there is no justice in buying and selling." Xin Yichen said another way: "You want to tell me that this is a lie, but I can't tell it for myself. In this antique business, everyone has their own opinions..."

However, something unexpected happened.

"boom!"

Meng Shaoyuan actually piled the vases on the ground.

In an instant, a good vase was smashed into pieces.

"My vase!"

"My feet!"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time.

Before Xin Yichen had time to feel distressed, he saw Meng Shaoyuan holding his feet and shouting.

"No, young master, you, where are you singing?"

"Are you blind? Your vase hit my foot!" Meng Shaoyuan said viciously.

"It was obviously you who pushed it down. Besides, the vase wasn't hit at all... No, you're not here to buy anything, you're here to touch porcelain!"

Xin Yichen finally reacted.

"My feet! It hurts me so much!" Meng Shaoyuan was still there yelling: "Someone, my feet were smashed!"

As soon as he finished calling, he saw a detective rushing in with several patrol officers: "What's going on, what's going on?"
To be continued...