Chapter 315: Fake?

　　 This is the first time Yang Huan has come to Beijing.
　　
　　 I haven't been here before, I don't remember much, but after the journey, he has come for the first time.
　　
　　 may feel but not very pleasant!
　　
　　 These few days have just caught up with the smog in the capital, and the air is really terrible.
　　
　　 Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqing made preparations early and prepared masks in advance.
　　
　　 As soon as he walked out of the airport gate, it was easy to see Zhuang Zicheng in the crowd.
　　
　　 "Sister, Brother Huan, here!"
　　
　　 This kid seemed very excited in the crowd, waving his hands constantly.
　　
　　 "When did you come?" Zhuang Ziqing walked over and asked concerned.
　　
　　 It can be seen that their brother and sister have a very good relationship.
　　
　　 "It's here the day before yesterday!" As he said, he reached out and took the luggage from his sister.
　　
　　 "Go, I will let Uncle Zhong drive to the gate and wait!"
　　
　　 Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing both wear masks, and they look no different from ordinary people.
　　
　　 Although masks can't cover up Zhuang Ziqing's grace and grace, there are more people with angels and devil faces these days.
　　
　　 Coupled with the development of the Internet, many people are used to it.
　　
　　 Two black Volkswagens came to pick them up. The driver in front was a middle-aged man who was about fifty years old, unsmiling.
　　
　　 But Yang Huan knew very well that this was a soldier, and he was still the most elite soldier.
　　
　　 So, he just nodded at the driver and got directly into the back row.
　　
　　 "Sister, you sit in the back, I sit in the front!"
　　
　　 Zhuang Zicheng helped put the luggage into the rear compartment, and ran to open the front passenger seat door.
　　
　　 Zhuang Ziqing was flushed with shame again, glared at her brother angrily, hesitated for a moment, and sat in shyly.
　　
　　 Yang Huan thought it was funny, your kid is doing bad things with kindness now!
　　
　　 If Zhuang Zicheng didn't say anything, then Zhuang Ziqing must have come in naturally.
　　
　　 But he just broke the window paper, which made Zhuang Ziqing shy and annoyed, not having a moving style.
　　
　　 This is the capital city, there is no threat, so Long Wu and Feng Jiu were arranged to sit in a car behind them.
　　
　　 Two black Volkswagens slowly drove out of the Capital Airport.
　　
　　Long Wu and Feng Jiu sitting in the rear car looked in the rear mirror and saw that they had just started up, and someone was calling at the gate.
　　
　　 "Master, come with our people!" Long Wu said on WeChat.
　　
　　 Yang Huan smiled slightly, "Let them follow!"
　　
　　 "I know!"
　　
　　 Zhuang Ziqing looked worried, as if she had guessed something.
　　
　　 On the contrary, it was Zhuang Zicheng, somewhat curious.
　　
　　 "Brother Huan, is someone following you?"
　　
　　 The driver glanced at the far distance from the rear view mirror, "Master Zicheng, the last white car!"
　　
　　 Zhuang Zicheng turned his head and saw Long Wu and their car behind, not far away, following a white Camry.
　　
　　 "Brother Huan, do you want me to send them for you?"
　　
　　 That look, that posture, it seems that this kid is also a small overlord of the capital on weekdays!
　　
　　 Yang Huan chuckled, "No need, just follow along if you like, I see when they can follow!"
　　
　　 Zhuang Zi sincerely curled his lips and said nothing more.
　　
　　, on the contrary, was the driver's loyal uncle, who secretly glanced at the young master Huan who met for the first time from the rear mirror.
　　
　　 doesn't seem to be the rumored prodigal!
　　
　　 "By the way, Zicheng, where can I appreciate antiques in Beijing?"
　　
　　 "Antique?" Zhuang Zicheng frowned.
　　
　　 He is a lively young man, not interested in antiques at all.
　　
　　 "If Young Master Huan wants to appreciate antiques, he must go to the Beijing Antique Market, which is the world's largest antique trading market, and even many authoritative experts like to go there!"
　　
　　 "Really?" Yang Huan listened and nodded, "Uncle Zhong, which one is more famous?"
　　
　　 "Hold the golden pavilion!" Uncle Zhong replied.
　　
　　 But soon, another sentence was added.
　　
　　 "The old man usually goes there for tea appreciating treasures."
　　
　　 I guess he felt that Yang Huan wanted to buy a gift to give to Mr. Zhuang as a birthday present, to do what he liked.
　　
　　 As everyone knows, Yang Huan has already bought the gift, but he doesn't even know the origin of the gift.
　　
　　 To give a gift, you have to know who is the last name of this gift, right?
　　
　　 "Okay, trouble loyal uncle, send me to the Cangjin Pavilion!"
　　
　　 "Okay, just on the way!"
　　
　　 Zhuang Ziqing was a little reluctant, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
　　
　　 After the previous two or three months of contact, their feelings can be said to be increasing day by day, after all, it is the stage of marriage talks.
　　
　　Sometimes think about it, it doesn’t seem to be a big problem to get married first and fall in love.
　　
　　 More importantly, Zhuang Ziqing is a very traditional woman in her bones. She almost asks Yang Huan about other things and never mentions Zhang Ning or anyone else.
　　
　　 This is very appetite for Yang Huan.
　　
　　 "No, you are tired too, go home and rest!"
　　
　　 Zhuang Ziqing nodded obediently, "Then where do you live?"
　　
　　 "My family has a house in Beijing, don't worry!" Yang Huan said with a smile.
　　
　　 After his grandfather Yang Baoping retired, he decided to return to Longhai to take care of his life, so he gave up all the houses and cars allocated to him by the government, showing his determination.
　　
　　 Later, Yang Wenfeng often came to Beijing to do business, so he bought a house in the core area of ​​Beijing.
　　
　　 Yang Huan called home two days ago. It is estimated that the servant has already cleaned up and is waiting for him to move in!
　　
　　 "Then...or, let Zicheng accompany you!" Zhuang Ziqing was still a little worried.
　　
　　 She knows Yang Huan's temper. With her younger brother, she can take care of everything.
　　
　　 "Yes, Brother Huan, I'm fine anyway, let's go with you!"
　　
　　 Yang Huan just needed someone familiar with it, so he agreed.
　　
　　 Soon, Uncle Zhong drove to the Beijing Antique Market.
　　
　　 Dragon Five is naturally going to accompany Yang Huan, so Feng Jiu got into Uncle Zhong’s car, and the other one stayed to wait for Yang Huan and the others.
　　
　　 Yang Huan was visiting the antique market for the first time, and when he looked around, he found it fresh.
　　
　　 This is the world's largest antiques trading market, with a very large area. This is still in the capital city, which is a place where every inch of land is rich in gold. It shows how popular the antique trading market is.
　　
　　 entered the market, Yang Huan looked around to watch the excitement.
　　
　　 Zhuang Zicheng casually found a passer-by, asked the location of the hidden gold pavilion, and left.
　　
　　Tiangjin Pavilion is on the ground floor of the antique market. It is not large in size, but the antique treasures displayed inside are dazzling. In addition, the overall decoration has a strong antique Chinese style, which is very flavorful.
　　
　　 As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a faint sandalwood incense.
　　
　　 "Welcome, do I need anything?"
　　
　　 A middle-aged man wearing a primitive scribe robes immediately greeted him, holding his fists and saluting, his eyes passed over Yang Huan and Long Wu, a little surprised.
　　
　　 When he saw Zhuang Zicheng again, his eyes lit up.
　　
　　The most important thing for a business person is a pair of eyes.
　　
　　 "It turned out to be Master Zhuang!"
　　
　　 "Do you know me?" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, but it was his first time here.
　　
　　 "The old man Zhuang is a regular customer in our store. He sent an antique to your mansion before going down, and I have seen Mr. Zhuang golden noodles!"
　　
"is it?"
　　
　　 Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised. I remembered it once I saw it, and I don’t know how long ago it was.
　　
　　The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, "Master Zhuang is here, please go upstairs!"
　　
　　 Only then did they know that there is actually a second floor in the hidden gold pavilion.
　　
　　 went up to the second floor from the mahogany stairs, only to find that there is something special here.
　　
　　 The second floor is modeled on the design of an ancient tea house, with a dedicated and independent passage, directly upstairs from outside the market.
　　
　　, Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng, who are not clear about the way, come in from the bustling antique market.
　　
　　 At this time, there were a lot of guests on the second floor. Some of them were drinking tea, some were teasing birds, and some were looking at treasures in front of some glass cabinets. They seemed to be a group of antique lovers who were not rich or expensive.
　　
　　 "Master Zhuang, this master, our boss is here!"
　　
　　 Two gray-haired old people came across from him, one with a ruddy face, walking vigorously.
　　
　　 One is holding a cane, and looks very old.
　　
The middle-aged scribes stepped forward and gave a fist to the old man with crutches. He leaned to the ear of the ruddy old man and whispered a few words. The latter looked at Zhuang Zicheng and Yang Huan. With a smile, he walked over.
　　
　　 "Master Zhuang!"
　　
　　 "Boss!" Zhuang Zicheng also followed their way, holding fists and saluting.
　　
　　 "This is my elder brother, his surname is Yang!"
　　
　　 "Young Master Yang!" The boss was once again holding a fist and saluting.
　　
　　 But he feels polite, but somewhat arrogant as a literati.
　　
　　 "I don't know if Master Zhuang is coming here, does Master Zhuang have any instructions?"
　　
　　 "That's not true!" Zhuang Zicheng shook his head.
　　
　　 The boss was obviously disappointed.
　　
　　It seems that Mr. Zhuang is a big customer in his shop.
　　
　　 "I heard that the boss's appreciative ability is well-known in the capital. My elder brother bought a gadget from a friend before. I want to ask the boss to appreciate it and see if I can find out the source!"
　　
　　 Although it was not here to do business, it was the Zhuang family, and the boss did not dare to be careless, and immediately looked at Yang Huan.
　　
　　 "Young Master Yang, please!"
　　
　　 Yang Huan took out the wooden box of warm jade from his pocket, and there was a burst of fragrance, which made the eyes of those close at hand shine.
　　
　　 At least this box is not a vulgar thing!
　　
　　 Especially the old man with crutches, his eyes were staring at the wooden box in Yang Huan's hands, as if there was a strong desire to open it and take a look, to see what was inside.
　　
　　 Yang Huan didn't delay too much, he didn't have any interest in appreciation of antiques, so he just opened it.
　　
　　The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked disappointed, isn't it just an ordinary jade pendant?
　　
　　 It just seems to be bloodshot inside.
　　
　　 The boss seemed a little surprised at first, he screamed, but he got closer and looked at it carefully.
　　
　　 watched for two or three minutes before he shook his head.
　　
　　 "How much did this jade pendant of Young Master Yang cost?"
　　
　　 "One and a half million!" Yang Huan replied.
　　
　　 After listening, the boss smiled, shook his head and said: "Young Master Yang, you have been cheated!"
　　
　　 "You were cheated?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.
　　
"This jade pendant is really good, but it's definitely not worth such a high price. It is an ancient character, but I can't recognize what the character is. It's a bit like a ghost symbol. I can conclude that it is a fake, but It’s just a little old."
　　
　　 "No way!" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised when he heard Yang Huan talk about the origin of jade pendant.
　　
　　 "Boss, do you want to see more clearly?"
　　
The boss smiled and shook his head, "Two young masters, my eyes don’t know how many antiques I taste every day. If I still have such confidence, I can’t read it wrong. !"
　　
　　10,000?
　　
　　 Damn you, I spent 1.5 million!
　　
　　 But, seeing this boss so confident, he really believed it!
　　
　　 After all, they are experts in this industry!
　　
　　 Besides, when it was first auctioned, the British didn’t say it was an antique treasure, was it?
　　
　　 Yang Huan was a little bit unexpected. The jade pendant that he spent 150,000 pounds to photograph was actually a fake?
　　
　　 Grandma, a bear, it’s strange that the Duke of Westminster can’t go back!
　　
　　 Although £150,000 is not worth mentioning, it's always uncomfortable to be cheated, right?
　　
　　 "Young Master Yang, you have to find a reputable one to buy antiques. Our Cangjin Pavilion is a long-established store. It is a young man and everyone in the antique industry in Beijing knows that if you are interested, please feel free to visit!"
　　
After 　　 finished speaking, he clasped his fists again, "I'm sorry~EbookFREE.me~ I still have something, forgive me, forgive me!"
　　
　　 Then, he walked away with the middle-aged scribe, obviously to entertain a customer.
　　
　　 Yang Huan looked at the jade pendant in the wooden box in his hand, then looked at Zhuang Zicheng, and curled his lips.
　　
　　 "Damn, even antiques have been learning plastic surgery these years, so why not let people live?"
　　
　　 Zhuang Zicheng didn’t make any mistakes, so he could only smile wryly, "Take a lesson!"
　　
　　 Fortunately, Brother Huan is wealthy, only one and a half million dollars, no pain!
　　
　　 "Let's go!"
　　
　　 Yang Huan knows that he is not here to buy things, and the owner of the treasure house is not much interested in entertaining you.
　　
　　 Simply, I didn't even serve tea.
　　
　　 No way, people open the door to do business!
　　
　　 Is it difficult to smash someone's shop?
　　
　　 The two went downstairs and found that the downstairs was a remote alley, but they were clean.
　　
　　 Obviously, this road is specially designed for those distinguished guests.
　　
　　 Within two steps, an old voice came from behind.
　　
　　 "Two people, please stay!"
　　
　　 Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng listened, and immediately turned around.
　　
　　 but saw the old man with a cane chasing him from behind. . [To be continued] [] If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Chuangshi to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my greatest motivation. )