Super Pickup King

Mickey and Mi Qilin didn’t speak during this period. They were not ignoring Jin Boming’s affairs, but they had a more timid feeling of being close to hometown. What's more, because Mickey’s mother, although there is no gap between the two, they still feel very much. It's embarrassing.

Tang Qi said, "In any case, tomorrow's situation must not be quiet. You guys don't want to go. I just have to go and see for myself."

"How can this be done! I must go. You didn't ask me for anything in the past, and you don't let me go now?" Shen Jiajia said anxiously.

Mi Qilin said: "After all, I am a member of the antique industry and I want to go. Do you let me be absent and let them laugh at me?"

Tang Qi said something badly, but there was no one who listened to him, so he must go, only Zhong Yaxin, because he was worried about his father and asked to stay in the company.

Tang Qi helplessly said: "Okay, you just go. But then everyone must not talk too much. In case something really happens, just go away, you know? Also, what Chiyang Yingzi told me is that what I didn't see Really, you can't just talk casually."

"Okay, no problem." Everyone agreed.

Without a word for a night, Tang Qi went to the antique market early the next morning. He didn't call anyone, so he went and came back by himself.

This is different from Antique Street. The antique street is bought and sold by adults, and the fidelity rate is higher, and the price is very expensive, but this market is not until the fifteenth day of the lunar new year. Generally, I buy some old coins, books, or unknown calligraphy and paintings, etc. that are not very valuable antiques. Of course, lucky people can really see the treasures from it. But now the odds are getting less and less.

Since Tang Qi found the treasure at the beginning, he missed this street very much.

At this time, the street has just opened, and there are not many customers. The not very wide street is full of various small stalls on both sides, basically large red cloth paving, and a lot of scattered antiques are spread on it. Basically, there are some brands on it, such as ancestral, family, and imperial gifts. I think they are so precious, but they are nothing but yours.

Tang Qi strolled in the courtyard, walked from the end of the street to the end, passing by hundreds of stalls, and did not see any eye-catching treasures, the number of guests here has also increased at this time, and many of them have little knowledge of antiques The man and the boss pretended to be there and bargained.

Tang Qi was very happy when he saw that someone had spent tens of thousands of yuan on a so-called jade bracelet filled with hard plastic and filled with glue. He shook his head in disappointment as if he had picked up a big bargain.

There are too many scammers now, and the fools are obviously not enough. It seems that there is nothing good about it. I'll go.

Tang Qi turned to leave when he saw an old man in the corner and took out a piece of red cloth. He was surrounded by a large bag full of patches, which seemed to be ready to open for business.

This old man is more than sixty years old, his hair is gray, his face is full of wrinkles, his face is sad, his movements are exceptionally slow.

Tang Qi walked over to help him throw the red cloth on the ground. The old man glanced at Tang Qi, and dragged his backpack to his side vigilantly. It turned out that he was afraid that Tang Qi would not be at ease and took his things away.

Tang Qi smiled: "Old man, don't worry, I won't grab your things." He got up and prepared to leave.

The old man did not speak, and began to put things down the same.

It turned out to be some ancient books, all on the surface, they were all dilapidated, and most of the characters were written by unknown authors. They were indeed ancient books. Tang Qi knew in his heart that such things were rarely sold. Even if it is something that is thousands of years ago, it is necessary to see if it is worth spreading and storing, otherwise it is just a pile of waste paper.

Before the old man finished the arrangement, he heard someone yelling: "Bad old man! Why are you here again? I said that this place belongs to my house, why do you grab my place every time?"

Tang Qi looked back and saw that he was a man in his thirties. He stared at the old man with an angry expression. Behind him was some porcelain. A glance at the past shows that it is basically the kind of imitations and fakes, which are not worth any money.

"What about you! You leave me! How many times have you been, why did you fight me?" The big man said, grabbing a book from the old man and smashing it in his face.

Tang Qi hurriedly reached out and grabbed the book. The old man was startled, but he still stayed here very stubbornly.

The big man said angrily: "Young man! You know that the stalls on this street are not where anyone can be here. Everyone can set up a stall only after paying the money. The old man left things in my place silently, you Nosy?"

Tang Qi said, "This is indeed because he is not very good, but he is so old, there is nothing wrong with hitting him, don't you have to pay for it? I'm doing it for your own good."

The big man gritted his teeth and glanced at the old man. He was so thin, he was indeed unbeatable, Tang Qi said.

He thought for a while and then said, "You take him away, or I will ruin his stall."

The old man suddenly said word by word: "I must sell them today. If I don't sell them, I won't leave. My grandson's illness requires money, and kidney transplantation requires a lot of money."

"Damn! Then you can't stop me from doing business! I'm so poor that I can't open the pot anymore, who will pity me?" the big man said anxiously.

The stall owners around the customers all looked at this side and didn't speak. Anyway, they didn't take up our place and didn't hinder me. Anything would do.

Tang Qi looked at the expressions of both of them very embarrassed, and said to the old man: "Okay, old man, I bought these books of yours."

The old man was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"Give me how much, and give this person the place."

"Three hundred thousand. I want to perform an operation on my grandson."

Everyone laughed, these broken books can be worth so much money? This young year is actually pretty good, but it is unlucky for him to be entangled with such an old man.

Tang Qi nodded: "Okay, 300,000 is 300,000. But if I confirm whether you are really treating your grandson or not."

The old man looked at him in disbelief: "Are you really willing to buy my book?"

"Of course. Give him your position now. I want to make sure you are not lying."

"Okay! I'll take you to see my grandson." The old man was so excited, he squeezed all the books into his pocket and gave it to Tang Qi, weighing 20 or 30 kilograms.

Tang Qi sighed, this time is good, not only did not find the baby, but also brought back some useless things. Tang Qi and the old man left the antique market to go to the hospital. The old man kept wiping tears along the way.

"Unexpectedly, there are really kind people in the world. I also know that these books are completely worthless. I thought about which club I could swindle to buy back. The result has been unsuccessful, and now I finally met you!"

Several black lines crossed Tang Qi's face. The old man said that, could it mean that I was a club?

The old man introduced to Tang Qi one by one: "Look, this one was described by someone in the Song Dynasty about growing crops. This book introduces how widows in ancient times kept festivals, and the other one teaches you how to Calligraphy..."

Tang Qiqiang endured the thought of yawning. These books were simply worthless. Together, it was estimated that they could buy three to five thousand dollars.

When he arrived at the hospital, Tang Qi saw his little grandson with shaved hair and a tube in his body, which was very pitiful.

"His parents all died in a car accident, and I was left to depend on him. Who knew he was sick again, finally had a kidney, and no money to change..." The old man wiped his tears.

Tang Qi took out a bank card and gave it to him: "Here are more than half a million, and the password is written on it." Because he often buys antiques, he always carries a few bank cards with him. I was going to write him a check and I was afraid that the old man would not use it, so I gave him this.

"Don't we all say three hundred thousand? I can't ask for that much." The old man said anxiously.

"The 300,000 yuan will be operated on, and the rest will be given to him for follow-up treatment. I think you must have borrowed a lot of money. Repay the debt."

The old man burst into tears, and he was about to kneel down for Tang Qi: "There are really good people! I really didn't expect anyone to help me."

"The okay old man, I have something to do, so I'll leave. When I have time to see you." Tang Qi said, holding the bag of ancient books and left.

"Wait a minute young man!" The old man hurried to catch up at the entrance of the hospital.

Tang Qi smiled and said, "What's the matter, old man?"

The old man said: "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to give you. I know that you only used this money to help me, and I couldn't bear to make you suffer, so I gave it to you."

As he said, he handed Tang Qi a red cloth bag. When he opened it, Tang Qi was stunned. Inside was a coral tree bonsai. Tang Qi had never seen such a beautiful coral artwork before, and couldn't help but praised: "This coral carving is really amazing!"

At a height of about 20 centimeters, this bonsai is made up of whole red coral bushes. The coral branches are as bright as blood, forming the style of a plum blossom. The branches and leaves of the plum blossom are made of spar from the sea. Any kind of knife work with a knife. The flower pot below is carved out of turquoise smoky quartz. There are a few small scripts in the official script at the bottom: Lanling Sanren, personally carved in the fifth year of Qingli.

"The name of the reign should be a famous product from the Northern Song Dynasty." Tang Qi said.

This Lanling casual man, Tang Qi seems to have heard from Mr. Jin that a jinshi in the Song Dynasty was impeached because of political discord, so he simply returned home to open an antique shop, and finally became a rich man. It is a famous product of high quality.

And if this coral sculpture is really put up for auction, it can sell for at least 30 million yuan. The most important thing is that the corals that existed so many years ago are so different from the present ones, and they have high research value. This is the only cultural relic on display tonight!

"It's a good thing? This is from my ancestor. I once took it to various **** shops and antique shops in Suhai and asked them. They all said that they would give me a maximum of 20,000 yuan. I really don't want to. Now I put it It's for you." The old man smiled.

Tang Qi scolded countless swear words in his heart, these treacherous villains! Is it blind or too dark? Such a good sculpture can be given so much money!

The old man handed the coral to Tang Qi: "Okay, I'll give you this thing. I'm going to treat my grandson now."

"Wait, old man! Let me tell you the truth. Its price is much more valuable than the price of these ancient books of yours. If I give you half a million, you are at a loss."

"Oh, it's okay. I took this thing and asked everywhere and no one wanted it. Now I only need to treat my grandson."

At this time, a doctor went to talk to the old man about arranging his grandson's surgery, and the old man hurried away.

After all, Tang Qi still couldn't bear it. He called Xu Wei, told her what happened, and asked her to come to this hospital with the money.