He Qing quickly noticed the direction from which the intense red light came, but on the surface he was calm as usual and walked forward calmly.
At this moment, there were two people standing in the middle of the hall, whispering and discussing something. He Qing glanced at them casually and saw that they were two men. One of them was in his forties, with a fat head and big ears.
, short and fat, wearing an old red Tang suit. Maybe it’s because his figure and clothes don’t match very well. He looks a bit funny. If he were walking on the street, others would think he is a clown in a costume drama.
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The other man was very young, in his early twenties. He was relatively tall, but as skinny as a stick, with a pimpled face, and with his dark skin, he looked like a mummy.
Both of them are unattractive in appearance, so they can be called a strange combination.
"it's him!"
Although he just glanced at the middle-aged man, He Qing immediately recognized that the short winter melon in Tang suit was the unknown man who secretly sent someone to deliver the body urn to "Yi Gu Xuan", that is, "Yi Gu Xuan"
Liu Heng, the owner of "Hengbao Pavilion", just didn't see the young man. He must have hired someone else.
When facing the insidious instigator at close range, He Qing could not hold back the anger in his heart, but he tried his best to control it and did not burst out.
How does He Qing know why Liu Heng hates them so much? They have never met each other and have no grudges, but they want to frame each other. Is it just because a new store has opened across the street and they are afraid that the other party will block their way of making money? If that's the case
, that would be too low-level, with no magnanimity at all, and there is no challenge at all for a competitor like this.
But He Qing always felt that things were not that simple.
"Hey, it's brother He Qing, right?! What kind of wind brought you to us today?! It's so radiant!" Soon, Liu Heng and the others noticed He Qing's arrival, and Liu Heng smiled brightly.
When they came up to him, he was very enthusiastic, but He Qing just smiled faintly at him and said, "Do you know me?"
He asked knowingly. Although he had never met Liu Heng before, Liu Heng and the others must have paid attention to him behind his back, otherwise they would not have done such excessive things to them "Yi Guxuan" again and again.
"Brother He, of course I know you!" Liu Heng laughed, "Don't you know? You are now a big celebrity on our street! You have opened such a big antique shop, and there is a
A treasure worth tens of millions. Not ordinary people can afford to open such a store! So I admire you very much! I heard that your store opened yesterday, right? I'm sorry, look at how busy I am these days.
I can't find it, otherwise I would definitely go to congratulate you!"
"Oh, it's okay." He Qing said in a calm tone, shaking his head.
He could see that Liu Heng was a smiling tiger, hiding a knife behind his smile. He said so well, but in his heart he had other thoughts, which was typical of duplicity.
"Brother He, please give me some advice in the future!" Liu Heng pretended to be happy and extended his hand to He Qing.
He Qing endured the disgust and shook hands with him without saying anything else.
"Xiaoguo, what are you doing standing there?! Why don't you hurry up and prepare some tea for Boss He and make a pot of good Longjing tea!" Liu Heng shouted to the young man standing aside staring at He Qing.
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"Oh, I got it, boss!" The man nodded quickly in agreement, then turned around and ran quickly into the inner room.
"Hey brother, you are here, do you have any advice?" Liu Heng asked.
He Qing shook his head and said: "I don't dare to give you advice. I just came to take a look and take a stroll. I like to walk around this street. If I see something I like, I will take it."
"Oh, that's it?" Liu Heng said with a sudden realization, "That's such an honor! Brother He, what do you want to play with? Our store operates on a small budget and cannot be upscale. I'm afraid nothing can catch your eye."
He Qing said: "You are being modest, the collection is quite rich. Let me take a look first."
Naturally, he didn't come here to hunt for things, he just wanted to inquire about the situation. If he hadn't accidentally discovered a strong "precious light" in the store, he would have turned around and walked away immediately, and now he wants to leave.
He couldn't leave. The mysterious thing attracted him tightly. He was full of interest in it and just wanted to find out. Maybe he could find something good.
After saying that, he turned around and ignored Liu Heng. He just looked at the antiques on the shelves casually.
The scale of "Hengbao Pavilion" is not very large, and it is naturally incomparable with "Jianbao Zhai". However, the various collections on the shelves are neatly displayed in an orderly manner, which still looks dazzling, but those things do not attract He Qing's attention.
As for his gaze, the one that caught his eyeballs was naturally "Baoguang".
Nowadays, He Qing's appraisal level is still extremely limited. He doesn't know much about basic appraisal knowledge. If he wants to rely on his real appraisal level to pick out leaks, he is not yet qualified. However, he is stepping up his studies and one day he will be able to reach the level of Zheng.
The old level.
None of the collections on the shelves in front of him emitted obvious spiritual light, so He Qing glanced past them and stepped closer to the place where the purple-red light was emitting.
The origin of things that can emit purple-red "treasure light" should not be simple. According to several previous experiences, the thicker the red light, the stronger the artistic inspiration condensed on it. Maybe this time there will be another opportunity to absorb the super energy poured into it.
Strong skills.
But He Qing immediately noticed that the red light was emanating from a large wooden box, and the wooden box was covered, so nothing could be seen inside.
However, this is not difficult for He Qing, who has a "fiery eye". As long as he can see the red light, he can understand the true face of the hidden collection in Lushan.
When He Qing's eyes were focused, the red light in front of him gradually gathered into a group and began to "project".
At this moment, Liu Heng, who was following him, didn't notice anything unusual at all. The other person was looking at the things in their store so carefully, maybe he was feeling weird in his heart.
In an instant, He Qing saw the image of the antique. After careful inspection, he discovered that the thing was actually a stationery item, the kind of "ink ingot" used in ancient Chinese writing and painting.
When he finished reading it, he couldn't help but be surprised. The piece of ink had a history of nearly a thousand years. It had been collected and used by countless people, and finally fell into the "Hengbao Pavilion" by accident.
I don't know how long it took, but He Qing came back to his senses from the thoughts that spanned thousands of years. At the same time, countless strange memories flooded into his mind, all about grinding ink, how to grind it, and how to grind it.
Produce the best ink, he knows everything.
He thought he could learn the superb skills of writing and painting, but who knew that what he learned was just the skill of grinding ink, which would not be of much use, but it was better than nothing.
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