Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Chapter 403

"Go, go, don't make trouble!" The stall owner looked displeased, but turned around and explained to Jiang Cong with a smile:

"Young Master Jiang, this kid is my neighbor's kid. He usually likes to play with me."

"I don't know why he has epilepsy today and he insists on causing trouble."

Jiang Cong nodded, took the Tao Ma, looked at it, and said:

"The imitation technology is pretty good, and it's really easy for ordinary players to spot it."

"I have a friend who has been asking me to help find a Tang Sancai, so I am going to tease him with this imitation."

"How much did you charge? I'll give you an extra hundred yuan."

The stall owner looked happy and said quickly:

"The capital is one thousand dollars."

Jiang Cong frowned, "Such a high cost? Are you serious about Tang Sancai?"

The stall owner nodded helplessly, "If Mr. Jiang thinks it's inappropriate, how about nine hundred?"

"Okay," Jiang Cong nodded, took out a thousand yuan and handed it to the stall owner, shaking his head and saying:

"I'm not short of money either."

"That's right, Mr. Jiang is so grand," the stall owner gave a thumbs up with excitement on his face.

Zhang Wengang stood nearby with his fists clenched.

Although he is angry and aggrieved now.

"You bully people!"

With that said, Zhang Wen just rushed towards Jiang Cong, trying to snatch the pottery horse from his hand.

The stall owner grabbed Zhang Wengang and pushed him to the ground.

Jiang Cong snorted coldly, "Boy, I'm in a good mood today and I won't argue with you."

After saying that, Jiang Cong looked at the girl next to him and said with a smile:

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back."

Watching Jiang Cong leave, Zhang Wengang, who was pinned to the ground by the stall owner, struggled desperately.

Although Zhang Wen just said that the Tang Sancai horse was fake, he still bought it for 300 yuan!

The stall owner let go of Zhang Wengang at this time and threw another three hundred yuan to Zhang Wengang.

"You're just a little kid, buying some antiques and making trouble!"

Zhang Wengang's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, rushed forward and knocked the stall owner to the ground, and hit him with fists while riding on top of him.

Even though Zhang Wenggang is young, he is quite energetic.

After a few punches, the stall owner could only scream in agony.

But Zhang Wengang was still inexperienced, so he was knocked to the ground by the stall owner and kicked several times.

Seeing the stall owner leaving in a hurry, Zhang Wen was stunned.

Lying on the ground blankly, looking at the indifferent expressions of the people passing by, I felt very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a man in his twenties walked past Zhang Wengang, squatted down, picked up three hundred-dollar bills on the ground, and ran away quickly.

"Boom!!"

A muffled thunder suddenly sounded, and within half a minute, heavy raindrops began to pour down.

The raindrops hit Zhang Wengang's face, causing pain.

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Late at night, Zhang Wen just returned to the community that was about to be demolished in despair, and went upstairs to his room.

Because it was Ge Hong who recommended him, and Ge Hong was familiar with him, the two of them stayed in the same room.

Ge Hong was still asleep when he saw him walking in and glanced at his wet and dirty clothes and several bruises on his body.

Ge Hong immediately understood what was going on, and just walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, go to bed early."

Zhang Wenggang nodded, nodded slightly, and then lay directly on the bed.

He didn't tell Ge Hong about today's events.

Because he felt that it was meaningless. Being bullied was nothing in Zhang Wengang's heart. Not having the opportunity to learn from Jiang Yuan was what made him most uncomfortable.

It seems that he really has no fate with Jiang Yuan.

the next day.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Jiang Yuan and others got up, and then set off again to the Wuxianqiao Antique Market.

Because so many people came to watch the antique exchange meeting, all the nearby breakfast restaurants were booked by the Jiangdu Antiques Association, and breakfast was provided free of charge to the invited Antiques Association.

One hundred people from the Binhai Antiques Association bought breakfast at several breakfast shops. The boss asked Jiang Yuan and others where they were from.

As soon as he heard that Jiang Yuan and others were from Binhai, he immediately shouted for Jiang Yuan and others to give him money.

Needless to say, this must be something done by the Jiangdu Antiques Association.

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned cold. He didn't expect Jiangdu Antiques Association to be so disgusting! It would engage in such obvious differential treatment.

After breakfast, the people from Jiang Yuan began to walk towards the venue where the exchange meeting was held.

When we arrived at the venue, we discovered that the tens of thousands square meters of venue was already bustling with people.

Under the huge shed, it is divided into twenty or thirty areas.

These areas are allocated to various antique associations to display collections.

When Wang Dayou approached the staff and said that he was the president of the Binhai Antiques Association, the staff member smiled obviously sarcastically, and then led the people from the Binhai Antiques Association to the middle of the venue, an area of ​​less than 100 square meters.

"Well,

This is your place."

Wang Dayou, Liu Yidao and other older people were relatively calm and did not bother to get angry with the staff.

But the young man from Binhai immediately became popular.

"What do you mean!"

"Is this a big place enough? Why are other antique associations two or three times bigger than ours?!"

This man paid no attention at all, turned around and left.

Jiang Yuan gave the man a cold look and said nothing.

Wang Dayou looked at Jiang Yuan at this time, sighed and said:

"Jiang Yuan, did you see it?"

"Look at the people around you gloating about your misfortune."

"So, we must make a blockbuster this time! If we don't steam the steamed buns, we have to gain reputation!"

Jiang Yuan nodded, feeling an inexplicable anger in his heart.

At this time, twenty elite members of Zhou's security came over carrying boxes one by one. After handing them over to the corresponding owners, they stood around in an orderly manner. They will take over the security work within the 100 square meters.

Looking at the areas assigned by other Antiques Associations, there are security guards arranged by the Kyoto Antiques Association.

At this time, players from all over the country who came to watch the antique exchange meeting were already waiting anxiously outside. They couldn't wait to see the treasures that would appear in this exchange meeting.

Of course, there are more local players in Jiangdu.

Wang Dayou suddenly touched Jiang Yuan's arm, pointed to the entrance and said:

"The people from the Jiangdu Antiques Association are here."

Jiang Yuan turned around and saw a team of about a hundred people walking in.

They walked through the greenhouse and headed towards an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters in the middle.

People from the antique association around them smiled and greeted them, and they smiled back.

But when they stopped at the edge of the area allocated by the Binhai Antiques Association, their faces were full of ridicule.

Only then did the people from the Binhai Antiques Association realize that the area of ​​the Binhai Antiques Association was deliberately placed next to the Jiangdu Antiques Association.

It’s really insidious!

Wang Dayou ignored the ridicule from the Jiangdu Antiques Association and said to Jiang Yuanda:

"The one walking in the front is Jiang Ming, and the young man next to him is his son, Jiang Cong, who is known as the number one young person in the Jiangdu antique circle."

Jiang Yuan frowned slightly, but before he could speak, he heard a roar coming from behind him.

"That's him!"

Jiang Yuan looked back and found that the person speaking was Zhang Wengang.