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Wenkong Street, the largest antique street in Qingcheng, is one of them!

There are hundreds of various merchants and shops on this street.

Without exception, they all sell all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings on this street.

All kinds of porcelain, ancient paintings, coins, and ancient books can be described as a dazzling array of everything.

As for its authenticity, hehe, just take it as a joke.

To put it bluntly, on ancient players, among a hundred pieces of antiques, it would be nice to have one piece that is real.

Some of the rest are not even fakes, they can only be called... modern handicrafts.

Since Qingcheng is a famous tourist city in the capital of China, the most indispensable thing is tourists.

And Wenkong Street is listed as one of the travel routes by many tourists.

Since those tourists have come to Qingcheng, they naturally want to buy some commemorative things to go back, and those antiques on Antique Street that can represent the culture and history of Qingcheng are of course the best choice.

then……

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

Anyway, those shops on Wenkong Street basically do one-shot deals.

No matter what, let's sell the things first.

You say this is a fake? Nonsense, if it can really be sold so cheap?

What if it is true? That's your shit luck, we admit it!

…………

Under Fang Lian's force coercion, Cheng Nuo obediently sat in the car of Fang Lian's company.

Stopping and turning all the way, I came to the entrance of Wenkong Street.

"Xiao Liu, park the car here." Fang Lian sat in the back seat and said to the driver, Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu parked the car in the parking lot outside Wenkong Street, then Cheng Nuo and Fang Lian got out of the car and walked into Antique Street.

Because it is June, the weather is hot, and Qingcheng is backed by the sea, so the climate is cool. At this time of year, there are many tourists who come to play, and there are also many tourists who come to Wenkong Street.

On the Antique Street, even though there were many more people than usual, it didn't seem too crowded.

As soon as Cheng Nuo and Fang Lian walked into the antique street, they melted into the wave of people.

"Sister Fang, what are we doing here?"

Cheng Nuo blocked the slightly dazzling sun with his hand, turned his head and asked curiously.

"shopping!"

Fang Lian spit out these two words lightly.

Slut? !

Cheng Nuo was stunned when he heard this, and he hesitated for a long time before speaking, "Sister Fang, I know you are a bit...that or something. But, calling yourself a slut on the street is a bit... not good, right?"

"Idiot, I'm talking about sweeping goods, not sluts?" Fang Lian said with black lines.

Fang Lian's Yuanfang Antique Acquisition Company, in simple terms, is to buy antiques at low prices and sell them at high prices!

However, those low-priced antiques are not so easy to receive. Therefore, sometimes Fang Lian's inventory will enter a state of depletion.

At this time, Fang Lian, the big boss of Yuanfang Company, needs to go to the antique streets in various places to sweep the goods!

With Fang Lianna's ability to discern antiques, if he went to the Antique Street, he could scan antiques for more than ten years at least, and come back. It's not a problem to solve the urgent need.

Obviously, this time, Fang Lian's company was once again in this predicament.

As for why they brought Cheng Nuo...

One is because Fang Lian discovered that his little brother upstairs has a strength that is different from ordinary people in identifying antiques.

Another reason, of course, is that I want Cheng Nuo to be a coolie!

The antiques that Fang Lian wants to buy are quite a few, and she is short of a young and strong guy to be squeezed dry by her.

Isn't it? Did Cheng Nuo deliver it by coincidence?

Not only can you help yourself identify the age of antiques, but also be a free labor force, why not do it?

"Okay, let's go, the first one!"

In order not to attract too much attention, Fang Lian used to shop in several other small antique streets.

but……

After a few years, she has almost swept away all the genuine antiques in those antique streets.

It's not that there is no way, so I came to Wenkong Street.

The first antique shop Cheng Nuo and Fang Lian entered was a shop specializing in calligraphy and painting antiques.

The name of the store is not bad, it is called Jingongge.

Since the store is located at the closest exit of Wenkong Street, the flow of people is not bad.

When Cheng Nuo and Fang Lian came in, there were already more than a dozen people in the shop.

There are not many staff in the store, only a chubby boss and a thin and lean clerk. At this moment, both of them were busy and didn't have time to greet Cheng Nuo and the others.

Neither of them paid much attention.

Especially Fang Lian, this time, the more low-key she is, the better.

Inside the store, on the walls all around, there are pictures of ancient calligraphy and paintings.

Of course, the word "ancient" has too much moisture in it.

Among the dozens of ancient calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, if one of them can be real, it is not bad.

"You left and I right, quick battle and quick decision." Fang Lian whispered to Cheng Nuo.

Cheng Nuo nodded, then shook his head, and asked a little confused, "By the way, Sister Fang, why should I help you?"

"Just because I'm your sister." Fang Lian said in a low voice, gritting her silver teeth, "If you don't help me, I will be very unhappy. When women are unhappy, they tend to talk big. I’m afraid that I’ll accidentally tell your parents about your trip to Xijiao City. If your parents are not happy, they will reward you with your favorite food!”

"What you said...seems very reasonable." Cheng Nuo rubbed his chin and nodded slightly, "Then Sister Fang, since you are my sister, then I will help you with this. Even Jesus can't stop me, what I said !"

Cheng Nuo and Fang Lian, one from this side of the shop and the other from the other side of the shop, verified the authenticity of each calligraphy and painting.

Cheng Nuo came to the first calligraphy picture. It was a picture of welcoming the spring and being proud of the snow.

"Length 74.21 cm, width 31.28 cm, thickness 1.33 mm, produced in November 2017!"

Fake, no explanation!

Second painting.

"Length 70.38 cm, width 21.57 cm, thickness 0.98 mm, produced in June 2018!"

Cheng Nuo stayed in front of the second picture for only two or three seconds, then shook his head slightly, and walked to the next picture.

"Length 68.54 cm, width...produced in August 2019!"

Wow, boss, you are really going too far!

The production of these paintings is getting later every year. It can't be fake! Is the next one going to show me the one from last month?

The fourth picture: "Length 78.25 cm, width 35.18 cm, produced in May 2020!"

Cheng Nuo: "..."

MMP, there really is, it was just made last month?

Shopkeeper, can you be more serious? Will anyone want such a fake painting?

Even if it's used as toilet paper, some people think it's a prick in the ass, right?

"Boss, how much is this painting? I bought it?" At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a briefcase between his hands, pointed at the painting that Cheng Nuo had just finished reading, and looked proudly at the chubby man. said the boss.

The boss trotted over in a hurry, his chubby forehead was covered with beads of sweat, "Hey, this gentleman has really good eyesight. This painting was painted by Wu Erzi, Wu Daozi's apprentice back then. It has won the true biography of Wu Daozi."

"Well, I also like this painting very much, and I don't intend to sell it, but seeing you are destined, then let's do it, 10,000 yuan, you just take it away! I won't take a penny of it!"

Although the expression on the chubby boss's face was heartbroken, he was very happy in his heart.

This painting is not painted by Wu Erzi, but... his son just painted it last month.

"Okay, boss, be refreshing! I'll come back to you next time!" The guest in a suit and leather shoes laughed, and took out 10,000 yuan from his briefcase, "Come on, help me wrap this painting."

"Next time? Buy this time, I'm afraid you will never want to come to my place again."

The chubby boss wanted to take down the painting from the wall while secretly amused.