I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

By the time Hu Muzhi opened his eyes, it was already seven o'clock the next morning.

And he was lying on a reclining chair.

"Come on, what kind of wine is grain essence, the more you drink, the younger you get. I think that wine is poison that wears intestines, and it makes my head a little confused. Hu Muzhi complained, and got up from the reclining chair.

Looking around, I immediately understood where I was.

Guxuan Pavilion, Xia Yurou's office.

At this moment, Xia Yurou was lying on the desk and sleeping.

Don't ask, last night I drank the film myself, and it was Xia Yurou who sent her back.

Since I don't know where I live, I can only bring myself here.

And she stayed with him all night.

In order not to wake Xia Yurou, Hu Muzhi crept out of the office.

Just before taking a few steps, Xia Yurou's voice slowly sounded: "Wake up.

Hu Muzhi was taken aback by the sudden sound, calmed down, looked at Xia Yurou, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Yes, I trouble you last night.

"It's okay." Xia Yurou waved her hand, and opened the drawer, took out a black plastic bag, and threw it to Hu Muzhi, and continued: "This is the 100,000 yuan returned by Master Lan, what are you going to do with it?

"Master Lan really refunded the money?" Hu Muzhi asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was a little surprised when he gave it to me." Xia Yurou nodded.

"If you want to quit, then quit. Lord Lan is really angry." Hu Muzhi said: "Then you can contact the shopkeeper Wu and ask him to come and take the money.

"Okay." Xia Yurou responded, and made a call from the landline in the store.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Yurou opened the door of Guxuan Pavilion.

He didn't go back to the office, but sat in the store and waited for Wu Qingfeng.

Ten minutes later, Wu Qingfeng came.

"Manager Wu, count." Xia Yurou raised her hand and handed the plastic bag containing the money to Wu Qingfeng.

Wu Qingfeng looked at the money in the plastic bag and was so excited that he didn't know what words to use to thank Xia Yurou.

He really didn't expect that the money could be returned.

Although it is said that the 100,000 yuan is not his entire net worth, it is almost all the working capital that he can use.

After confirming that the amount was fine, Wu Qingfeng thanked Xia Yurou: "Thank you, Manager Xia. 35

At the same time, he also took out 20,000 yuan from the bag and handed it to Xia Yurou.

Xia Yurou did not reach out to pick it up, but pointed at Hu Muzhi who was drinking water, and said, "Manager Wu, in fact, if you can get the money back, the person you should thank most is Hu Muzhi.

"Oh? How do you say this?" Wu Qingfeng asked in confusion.

Xia Yurou didn't say much about the fact that Hu Muzhi's grandfather was Master Jiang Lan, she thought about it, and said.

"It's more complicated to say, so I'll keep it short.

"The reason why Master Lan will refund the money is for Hu Muzhi's face.""

"Oh." Wu Qingfeng looked at Hu Muzhi, and at the same time handed 20,000 yuan to him and said, "Little brother Hu, thank you very much, you accept the money.

"It's boring, it's not for this to help you." " Hu Muzhi shook his head.

"Brother Hu, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get a cent of the hundred thousand yuan back, so don't refuse."

Seeing that Wu Qingfeng had said all of this, he was a little hypocritical in his refusal. In the end, Hu Muzhi stopped talking and accepted the money.

"Little brother Hu, I'll be the host at noon, please have a drink." Wu Qingfeng continued.

"Manager Wu, it's better to drink next time." Hu Muzhi waved his hands again and again: "Yesterday, I ate a pound and a half of white wine, so I'm still dizzy."

"Okay, I'll be at Cuixiangju next door. Whenever you want to drink or have anything to help you, come to me at any time. 99

Having said that, Wu Qingfeng said his farewell.

After 8 o'clock, Xia Heze came.

Hu Muzhi asked him to look at the store, but he went out and bought three breakfasts.

After breakfast, Xia Yurou went back to the office and went to sleep.

In the afternoon, the landline in the store rang.

Xia Heze got up to pick it up, and after saying a few words, he held down the microphone and said to Hu Muzhi, "Muzhi, I'm looking for you.

"Looking for me?" Hu Muzhi wondered, how could Gu Xuange's phone call for him?

With doubts, Hu Muzhi took over the topic from Xia Heze's hands.

"Which one? 99

"Little brother Hu, I, Wu Hanhai. Wu Hanhai's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Wu." Hu Muzhi was stunned, then asked, "How do you know that I work at Guxuan Pavilion?"

"Hahaha." Wu Hanhai laughed: "Didn't you introduce Shopkeeper Xia to me yesterday? I happened to be looking for you today, but I didn't know where you lived, so I asked someone to check the contact information of Cha Guxuan Pavilion. .""

"Why don't you call me and ask, I didn't expect you to actually work in Guxuan Pavilion.

"Mr. Wu, what are you looking for from me? Hu Muzhi asked.

"Can you come to Xieli Tea House after get off work? Let's talk face to face." Wu Hanhai said.

"Okay." After Hu Muzhi finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

After get off work, Hu Muzhi rode his wagon and came to Xie Li Tea House.

As soon as I entered the door, the waitress who received Hu Muzhi last time recognized Hu Muzhi and said, "Mr. Hu.

"I have an appointment with you, President Wu." Hu Muzhi said.

"Mr. Wu has already told me, please come with me." The waitress said and led the way.

When we came to the corner of the second floor, a person just came down from the upstairs.

Bumped with the waitress walking in front.

"Bang. 35

The one who collided with the waitress was a young man in his twenties, with a pair of eyes, who was very student-like.

As the two collided, the three picture scrolls in the hands of the young man also fell to the ground.

One of them rolls downstairs along the stairs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man repeatedly apologized to the waitress.

"I'm fine, are you all right?" the waitress asked.

"It's okay, it's okay." The young man said, bending over to pick up the picture scroll on the ground.

Hu Muzhi helped pick up the scroll that rolled downstairs.

Looking at the sesame dots on the surface of the scroll, Hu Muzhi's eyes lit up and asked the young man who came downstairs, "Ask Mr. Wu to sell paintings?

"How do you know?" the young man asked.

"Besides drinking tea here, you are offering objects to Mr. Wu, and looking at your outfit, you shouldn't be here for tea," Hu Muzhi replied.

Then he pointed to the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, and said, "Come on, let's sit there and talk."

Young people follow suit.

After the young man also sat down, Hu Muzhi asked, "Your surname?

"Your surname is Zhang, Zhang Hao."

"Hu Muzhi. 35 Hu Muzhi held out his hand politely.

"Good to meet." Zhang Hao shook hands with Hu Muzhi.

After the greeting, Hu Muzhi entered the topic, pointed to the three paintings, and asked, "These three paintings?

"I'm a student of the Department of Chinese Painting at Beijing University. I happened to see a stall selling paintings at the entrance of the school, so I bought three paintings. I wanted to invite Mr. Wu to see them, but Mr. Wu didn't like any of them." At the end, Zhang Hao scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Can you open it for me to see?" Hu Muzhi asked.

"Of course." Zhang Hao nodded.

Then open one of the three paintings.

Hu Muzhi glanced at it and said, "The next picture.

Zhang Hao put away the painting and opened the painting with sesame dots.

The picture of this painting is very simple, with only a few strokes of a fish, and a few lines of poem inscriptions.

However, this fish has one characteristic, rolling its eyes.

"Does it look a bit like a dead fish? 33 Zhang Hao laughed at himself.

"Department of Chinese Painting at Beijing University?" Hu Muzhi asked, raising his eyes to Zhang Hao.

|| Yes. "Zhang Hao nodded.

"Dead fish is your evaluation of this fish? Hu Muzhi said.

Zhang Hao was dumbfounded for a while, not knowing how to answer.

Hu Muzhi did not embarrass the other party, and continued: "How much are you going to sell?

"Don't watch the last one?" Zhang Hao asked, because in his opinion, the last landscape painting is more artistic.

"Let's talk about this first. 99 Hu Muzhi said.

Zhang Hao thought for a while and said, "Eight hundred.

"It's too high." Hu Muzhi said indifferently.

"When I bought it, I spent eight hundred." Zhang Hao continued.

"I guess this painting, when you bought it, did not exceed one hundred and fifty." Hu Muzhi smiled lightly.

"How do you know?" Zhang Hao was taken aback.

Does this even need to be asked? Can a student have so much money on him?

But Hu Muzhi naturally wouldn't tell him this, and said directly: "I want it sincerely, you sell it sincerely, and the price is three hundred. 39

"Seven hundred and five." Zhang Hao said,

"Five hundred." Hu Muzhi said.

"I won't sell it without seven hundred." Zhang Hao said.

After confirming the price a few times, Hu Muzhi stopped the ink and said directly: "Deal."

After speaking, he took out seven hundred from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Hao.

"Really buy it!" Zhang Hao looked at the money in his hand and couldn't believe it.

Because these pictures were all identified as fakes by Wu Hanhai.

Hu Muzhi put away the scroll, took a look at the third painting as usual, then got up and left.

Zhang Hao, who was still a little bit unrecovered, was left sitting on the sofa alone.

Looking at the money in his hand, Zhang Hao still felt a little unreal.

At this time, Hu Muzhi had been led by the waitress to a box on the second floor.

"Mr. Hu, wait a moment, I'll call President Wu over here."

After the waitress left, Hu Muzhi spread out the picture scroll he just bought on the table and started to appreciate it carefully.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a slight knock on the door.

"Come in." Hu Muzhi called without looking back.

The box door opened and Wu Hanhai walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, I found a painting by Hu Muzhi spread out on the table.

At a glance, Wu Hanhai recognized that this was the painting that a student had just shown him.

"Mr. Hu, did you just buy this painting?" Wu Hanhai asked Chuang.

"Mr. Wu, what do you think?" Hu Muzhi asked with a smile.

Wu Hanhai shook his head and said, "Although I am not good at calligraphy and painting, this painting is obviously wrong.

"What's wrong?" Hu Muzhi asked.

"The whole painting gives people a very weird feeling. Take this fish as an example. I rolled my eyes." Although Wu Hanhai didn't say it explicitly, he had already defined the painting as a fake.

Hu Muzhi pointed to the signature and the seal on it, and said, "Mr. Wu, this is the painting of Zhu Da, the Bada Shanren."99

"This painting is weird, what does it have to do with Zhu Da?" Wu Hanhai asked in confusion.

When Hu Muzhi heard the words, he immediately understood that it was because Wu Hanhai didn't know Zhu Da that he was fortunate enough to pick up this leak.

(This chapter contains pictures, click the "Illustration" button in the lower right corner of the screen to view the pictures.)