Su Keke touched his head, said oh, and walked into an antique shop with familiarity.
The owner of the antique shop obviously knew Su Keke, and immediately asked: "As per the old request, a piece of uncut yellow paper?"
"No, I want one more this time." Su Keke stretched out two fingers and made a sign of two.
"okay."
After a while, the boss took out two piles of yellow form paper wrapped in brown paper, "One pile is 20 yuan, a total of 40."
Su Keke's eyes suddenly widened, "No, boss, I haven't been here for a month, so why did the price increase? It used to be 15 yuan per stack."
The shop owner laughed and said: "Prices have risen sharply recently, and the rent has also increased. I can't do anything about small business."
Su Keke curled her lips, "Boss, you, an antique seller, actually told me it was a small business, are you embarrassed?"
"I do sell antiques, but there are not many people who are really willing to buy them, and the prices are very low. I can't make much money at all. Otherwise, I wouldn't sell other things by the way. I usually rely on these small businesses.
Just living with your toys."
Su Keke was too embarrassed to bargain after hearing what he said was so pitiful, so she directly gave him forty yuan.
She doesn't have big money for the time being, but she still has a lot of small money.
The shop owner accepted the money and asked, "I haven't seen your master for more than half a year. How is his health recently?"
Su Keke's eyes slightly curved, "Boss, do you still remember my master? He is doing well, and he went treasure hunting with his friends."
"Yes, he is really energetic."
As the owner of the antique shop said, he glanced over Qin Mochen, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "There is a new batch of antiques in the store, including bronzes, porcelain, jades and ancient paintings. Is this gentleman interested?"
Want to visit? Haha, don’t worry, I don’t engage in forced buying and selling here.”
"Okay." Qin Mochen responded lightly.
"Uncle, are you interested in this?" Su Keke didn't expect him to agree so simply and couldn't help looking up at him.
"The old man at home likes it," Qin Mochen said.
"Is he my uncle's grandfather?"
"...It's my father. Everyone in the family calls him that. He's used to it."
Su Keke nodded, then stood on tiptoes and moved closer to him, wanting to whisper.
Qin Mochen lowered his head cooperatively, so that she wouldn't have to exert so much effort.
Su Keke covered his mouth with his hands and nuzzled his ears, "Uncle, let me tell you, although this store looks shabby, many of the antiques in it are real, so you can choose with confidence."
There are many antiques for sale in the antique street, but some of them are real and fake, and some of them are real. After paying for the goods, you find that it is useless to buy fakes and you can only consider yourself unlucky. Similarly, if you find one
Really, even if the seller loses money, he cannot regret it.
The little girl's hot and moist breath blew into Qin Mochen's ear, and her voice, which sounded soft and soft because it was lowered and gentle, gently penetrated along the shell of his ear, as if there was a small insect crawling inside.
After Su Keke finished speaking, she winked at her uncle.
Qin Mochen hummed, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The shop owner took a few people up to the second floor. The antiques he was talking about were placed on the ground very casually, just like the goods at the stalls outside.
An insider can tell at a glance that any of these items cost at least tens of thousands.
Su Keke took a look at the antiques there and suddenly sniffed.
As if she smelled something bad, she couldn't help but frowned and asked: "Boss, where did you get these antiques?"
The shop owner's eyes flashed and he immediately replied: "They were collected from ordinary people's homes at a high price. These are their family heirlooms."
Su Keke said oh and didn't ask any more questions.
It was probably an illusion, why did she feel a vague yin energy?
Not only Yin Qi, but also evil Qi.
But it was very light, so light that Su Keke was unsure.
Qin Mochen and Wu Zongbai were already looking around at the antiques that looked like imitations of street stalls.
Su Keke stopped worrying and ran to Qin Mochen to watch with him.
"Wow, there are so many. What does uncle's father like? I'll help him choose..."
The little girl kept talking for a long time, but Qin Mochen on the side did not respond.
His eyes fell on a scimitar and he had been looking at it for a long time.
The scimitar is hidden in the scabbard, making it difficult to tell whether it is good or bad, but just looking at the scabbard shows that it is not an unusual knife. Although the scabbard is rusty, it is made with fine workmanship and looks like it has been used.
Despite his age, he could even see the patterns carved on the scabbard at a glance.
Su Keke followed his gaze and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Uncle, this knife looks like..."
"This knife is just for making up the money, not for sale." The boss suddenly said.
"Since we are open for business, why not sell it?" Qin Mochen looked up at him.
The man frowned slightly, because this subtle movement looked particularly cold and solemn, making it easy for people to feel a sense of distance.
The boss looked embarrassed, "This... this knife is not a blunt feng shui knife. It is unlucky to sell this to a customer."
After a brief stumbling, the boss explained in an orderly manner: "Although my shop mainly sells antiques and antiques, it also sells various Feng Shui small items, so I know a little about some Feng Shui taboos.
Feng shui swords can dispel evil spirits, such as the Peach Blossom Sword and the Seven Star Sword, but these must be blunt swords that are not sharpened. Because once the sword is sharpened, it will hurt people if it is too sharp.
I forgot to put away the knife you are looking at, and I had no intention of selling it."
Qin Mochen hummed, but still stared at the scimitar without looking away.
Su Keke saw that he seemed to like this knife very much, and couldn't help but said to the boss: "Boss, have you forgotten what I do? As long as I'm here, your uncle will have no problem. It's rare that my uncle likes it so much, and he won't have less money."
It's yours, just sell it to him."
Wu Zongbai also smiled politely and said: "Boss, if we open the door for business, there is no reason to refuse the business. You will definitely not be short of money, and you will not have to bear the risk. If you don't sell it, it doesn't make sense.
Already."
The boss hesitated and glanced somewhere without leaving any trace.
After just one glance, he quickly withdrew his gaze. His attitude seemed to be relaxed, but he still had a look of reluctance, "I think this gentleman really likes him, and you also gave me a guarantee that I won't be responsible for anything that happens... Well, if
Sir, after you buy it and find something is wrong, you can come to my store to return it at any time. I will also keep the money you spent to buy the knife for you."
Qin Mochen nodded, "The boss is interested."
In addition to this scimitar, Qin Mochen also chose a peacock green glazed blue and white porcelain from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Su Keke also bought a piece of raw jadeite from him on credit, commonly known as wool.
The three items added up would cost several million.
When the few people left, the antique shop owner was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.