I handed over the system in a hurry

Chapter 541 The Master of One Country (8)

Author: Leyan Yaoyao

Chapter 541 The Master of One Country (8)

The floor was quite clean, and Sancho, who didn't have a stool, simply sat cross-legged on the floor and replied to the antique stall owner: "My master's name is Qi Yuan."

The antique stall owner frowned, recalling the name Qi Yuan in his mind, and compared it with the big guys he knew one by one, and finally confirmed that he had never heard of the name Qi Yuan at all.

However, the antique stall owner was afraid that he was ignorant, so he looked at the other stall owners selling antiques and fortune telling. Seeing that they all shook their heads, he knew that this girl's master was not a big shot at all, he just didn't have a name.

It's just a minor role that was rumored.

Then the antique stall owner felt funny for his caution. How could he forget that the original price written on the little girl's cloth was fifty-one times. How could a big man tell fortunes once for fifty yuan?

Five million is about the same.

"Little girl, I advise you to pack your things and go home quickly, otherwise your family will come to find you later and treat you to fried pork with bamboo shoots in the street. We will not stop you."

Knowing that Sancho was not the land of some big boss, the antique stall owner started teasing Sancho again.

Sancho was not angry and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't eat fried meat with bamboo shoots today. I will eat crayfish today."

When she first arrived, she passed by a crayfish store. Summer was the time to eat crayfish, and the crayfish in that store smelled very fragrant.

When the stall closes, she must try it.

Sancho's confident look made the antique stall owner feel even more amused, "Haha, little girl, it's strange that you know how to arrange it. OK, I want to see today whether you want to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots or crayfish."

The antique stall owner just thought this little girl was very funny, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Little girl, are you really good at telling fortunes? Can you help me tell her fortune?"

Sancho raised his chin slightly and touched the cloth in front of him, "Uncle, it's 1,000 yuan a time. I'll give you the money first and then tell your fortune."

The antique stall owner immediately retracted his hand and said, "Little girl, are you serious?"

He was just teasing the girl. He didn't even think that the little girl could tell fortunes. But in the end, the little girl actually dared to ask him for 1,000 yuan of fortune-telling money.

Sancho said seriously: "Uncle, I just said, you get what you pay for, my price is not expensive anymore."

Seeing Sancho's extremely serious expression, the antique stall owner began to doubt himself again. Is this little girl really capable?

But the name Qi Yuan does not exist on the road.

Before the antique stall owner could figure out the reason, a man in a suit and leather shoes squatted down in front of his stall.

When a customer came, the antique stall owner didn't care about Sancho and hurriedly greeted the man in suit in front of him with a smile.

The antique stall owner is a discerning man. One look at the tailoring of the man's suit and the watch on his hand, you can tell that this is a man who is not short of money.

As a result, the smile on the antique stall owner's face became brighter and he promoted even harder.

"Sir, you have great eyesight. To tell you the truth, all the goods in my stall are genuine. You will make a profit if you buy them!" The owner of the antique stall rubbed the man in suit's expression, trying to see what he was interested in.

something.

But the man in the suit glanced around, but didn't stop at anything for more than three seconds.

Seeing that the man had stood up, the antique stall owner became anxious and said, "Sir, you haven't noticed any of them? All the goods here are genuine. Why don't you take a closer look? If you miss my village, don't miss it."

I don’t have this store anymore.”

The man frowned slightly, apparently feeling that the antique stall owner was a bit noisy. He pointed at a snuff bottle on the antique stall owner's table and said, "Except for this one, there is no genuine item in your stall."

At the end, he said with a hint of disdain: "This only genuine item cannot be sold for much because it was not properly preserved."

The antique stall owner was immediately speechless and looked at the man in front of him in shock.

Then the more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

"Are you...Mr. Duan Henian?"

The antique stall owner sells antiques himself, so he naturally studies antiques and is also very interested in them.

The more I study antiques, the more I know about the masters and collectors who appraise antiques in the industry.

Duan Henian is a well-known antique appraisal master in the industry, and he is also a wealthy collector.

There is an exaggerated saying on the street that the collection of various authentic works by Duan Henian can open a small museum.

"Do you know me?" Duan Henian didn't expect that he would meet someone who knew him when he went shopping on Cultural Tourism Street.

The antique stall owner sneered and said, "I'm lucky enough to have met you at an antique tasting party."

The tasting party that Duan Henian attended was certainly not something that people of his level could attend, but there were so many antiques at that tasting party, and he really wanted to go, so he spent a lot of money to have someone take him along.

Went in.

It was also that time that he realized that the upper class was interested in antiques.

For those in the upper class, there are not many people who really like antiques. For them, antiques are more like an object that shows their financial strength and a symbol of status.

Duan Henian nodded, not wanting to talk to the antique stall owner anymore, he turned around and wanted to leave.

The antique stall owner did not dare to sell any more, and even looked at Duan Henian, wishing that he would leave quickly.

Lu Ban got a big ax in front of the house, and he actually deceived Duan Henian. It was really embarrassing and humiliating.

"Mr. Duan, are you telling your fortune? Children and old men are innocent."

Duan Henian had just taken two steps out when a very childish voice from behind called him.

Looking back following the voice, Duan Henian noticed a small figure sitting cross-legged next to the antique stall owner. It was this little girl who looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old who stopped him.

Duan Henian laughed and became interested.

Turning around, Duan Henian knelt down in front of Sancho, "Did you call me?"

Sancho narrowed his eyes and smiled and nodded, "Mr. Duan, are you telling fortunes? They are very effective."

The antique stall owner was about to send Duan Henian away, but Sancho called him back again, and he was immediately furious.

Duan Henian had just revealed that except for the snuff bottle in bad condition, there was nothing genuine in his stall, and the passers-by who came around had already begun to point at him.

He originally only had to wait for Duan Henian to leave and the passers-by to disperse, and then he could continue doing business. Now that Duan Henian has returned, these passers-by are afraid that they will disperse again for a while. With the guidance of passers-by, he

Wouldn't his reputation be ruined?

"I said, little girl, what are you causing trouble? What's your destiny for being so young?" After yelling at Sancho, the antique stall owner said to Duan Henian in a flattering manner: "Mr. Duan, please don't be fooled by her. She

He’s just a little kid, how can he tell fortunes?”

Duan Henian looked at the stall owner: "Do you know her?"

The antique stall owner was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, how could he know this stinky girl?

"Since you don't know her, how do you know if she can tell fortunes?"

The antique stall owner was stunned. Looking at Duan Henian's subtle smile that did not reach his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had disturbed other people's interest.

(End of chapter)