Xiao Qimo squinted at him, and the bad idea came out.
He is not so bad.
Xiao Qimo paused, "Have you ever been on the scanner?"
"..."
Ye Jinwen despised him so much, he didn't want to know what was inside!
"By the way, Brother Seven, I heard that Grandpa Xiao is here, is he living in your house now?"
Xiao Qimo said in a cool tone: "No. I'm so old that I don't like being a light bulb."
Ye Jinwen didn't mean it right when he heard these words, and felt that he was connoted.
So, Brother Seven, are you disgusting that I often go to your house and become your light bulb?
Isn't it time for our brothers to watch and help each other?
Humph.
"Where is Grandpa Xiao now?"
"He should be chatting and drinking tea with the old man at this time."
An antique calligraphy and painting shop in Wucheng.
The store is not big or small, and there are several quaint shelves on which many old ornaments are displayed.
It seems that there is a sense of historical precipitation.
After Xiao Jian left and entered the store, he watched slowly with his hands behind his back. With a pair of piercing eyes, I have looked at each ornament casually, leisurely.
Soon, Xiao Jianli had no interest in these things. He raised his eyes and landed on the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, watching little by little.
He is nostalgic, and he has a special feeling for old things.
When I was in Jinjing, I didn't practice the stall less. Sometimes if you are lucky, you can still find good value antiques.
Of course, he is only interested in these.
He has several old guys who are obsessed with antiques and can't help themselves. Anything on his body may be invaluable.
Xiao Jianli's gaze stayed in a corner of the wall.
If his old man remembers correctly, before, there was a magnificent calligraphy and painting hanging here.
This time, it was gone?
The owner of the antique shop came out at this time.
Carefully holding a particularly well-raised purple sand teapot in his hand, he arched his body and said enthusiastically: "Old Xiao, come and sit down and have a cup of tea. My father will come soon."
The boss's father is an old friend of Xiao Jianli, and he happens to be a member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association. He passed by today and just came in and sit down.
Xiao Jianli waved his hand, very easy-going, "It's okay, you're busy with you, don't have to greet me."
Xiao Jianli often came to Wucheng these years, and would come to have a look after he came, so the boss was familiar with him.
"Okay, I put it here for you."
The boss put down the teapot, of course, he wouldn't really ignore Xiao Jianli, just follow not far away, anytime.
Xiao Jianli didn't have much interest in those things on the shelf. Instead, he pointed to an empty spot on the wall and asked, "I remember the painting was still hanging here when I came last time. It's gone now?"
The boss looked in the direction he was pointing, and he understood immediately, with a smile on his face.
"Yes, just sold out a few months ago."
Xiao Jianli was curious: "Sell to outsiders or insiders?"
"Not good." The boss recalled that night, he was too impressed with such a large deal, and he opened his mouth and said: "It was just that a pair of young couples came that night, and the man was more generous in his actions. One hundred thousand."
Although the industry's rules don't say how much money was sold, this matter is quite special. The boss has talked about it for a long time, and he has not avoided Xiao Jianli.
"Five hundred thousand?" Xiao Jianli's eyes became weird.
"Yeah! Say they don't know how to do it, but you can find an authentic picture in my stuff. If you say they know how to do it, you can give me 500,000."
"Don't get cheap and sell well." Xiao Jianli said bluntly.
How many things are true in this shop?
Even if the calligraphy and painting are authentic, it is not worth so much.
I don't know who was so unlucky and was taken advantage of.
But this is the case in the antique calligraphy and painting industry. If you buy it and leave it, you will not regret it when you pay. It depends on whether you know the goods.
"You also put on a few more real guys!"
The boss sneered and smiled dryly: "Old Xiao, you are joking. We have all the real things behind. Good products are only valuable if they are seen by those who know how to do it! People who don't know how to do it, tell him that he can also Don't believe me."
Xiao Jianli nodded, just at this time the boss's father Meng Zhenqing also returned, and the other party stretched out his hand from afar and enthusiastically shook hands with Xiao Jianli.
Xiao Jianli also shook hands.
The boss automatically stepped aside.
"Old Xiao, I guess you will definitely come to Wucheng this year." Meng Zhenqing asked with a smile, "Which wind brought you to my side?"
"Hurt, I stopped by to take a look."
"Then the relationship is good. How about it, are you looking for someone interesting?"
The two are relatively familiar, and they don't need those polite greetings between each other.
Xiao Jianli waved his hand, "Don't mention it."
"Don't mention it if you don't mention it."
Meng Zhenqing is not entangled in this matter either, anyway, Xiao Lao has not been looking for someone for a year or two. This matter has almost become an obsession in his heart, and there is a posture that he will not give up if he can't find anyone.
Asking him what to do after finding it, Xiao Xiao couldn't tell.
However, Meng Zhenqing has reason to suspect that Elder Xiao is looking for a lovely grandson-in-law for herself.
Who made their family...
Meng Zhenqing smiled. It's difficult for that person to marry a wife.
The two did not continue discussing the topic, Xiao Jianli mentioned the calligraphy and painting again.
He murmured to Meng Zhenqing in a low voice, "Your shop has a really good business. Even Lao Lu's paintings can be sold for half a million."
Meng Zhenqing waved her hands embarrassedly, "I made you laugh, you can't tell Lao Lu about this. I took five yuan back in his hand, and he was depressed."
"I can't see him anymore, what am I telling him!"
The two smiled at each other and walked to the inner room.
Although Xiao Jianli still didn't find anyone in Wucheng this time, he was in a good mood. After sitting down, he chatted with Meng Zhenqing: "This year our family is lively and there is more people!"
When he said this, his eyebrows were raised with the same triumphant expression as Xiao Qimo.
The two are worthy of being grandfather and grandson, some of their looks are still very similar.
Meng Zhenqing paused: "Oh, your daughter-in-law is going to have a second child?"
I didn't even think about Xiao Jianli's grandson.
"What a second child? My grandson has a girlfriend."
"..." Unexpectedly, Meng Zhenqing found the girlfriend of the lonely student Mo Ye?
It's not that they can't find a girlfriend, but that the girl who can enter the eyes of the young master has not yet been born.
Xiao Jianli was in a very good mood, especially when he mentioned Lu Mian, his brows were excited.
