After standing in front of the door and adjusting his emotions, Qiu Han finally pushed the door firmly.

The old man in the room was still half-lying on the rocking chair with a teacup and rocking gently. The scene in front of him was almost exactly the same as what he saw yesterday. Of course, the broken teacup on the ground was gone.

"Sit down." The ancient voice conveyed a sense of vicissitudes that had seen through everything.

He glanced at an extra small wooden bench at the door. Qiu Han instantly understood its function. Although the bench was a bit short and not suitable for hospitality, Qiu Han knew himself and sat down as he was told.

"Yesterday you asked me how I can avoid making mistakes. The answer is impossible. Even the experts in the Forbidden City sometimes make mistakes. No matter how powerful the expert is, it is impossible not to make mistakes for a lifetime. What matters is not how much you make mistakes, but how much you make mistakes. It’s because you didn’t make too much of a mistake. As the saying goes, “One foot is higher than the other”. Nowadays, the skills of imitating antiques are getting higher and higher, so high that they can be confused with the real ones, and even more real than the real ones. In addition to the accumulation of knowledge, if you don’t want to make mistakes, there are too many things. Factors interfere with the results of your judgment, so in addition to eyesight, the important role of modern technology is becoming more and more prominent. Therefore, it is more important to continuously improve one's appreciation level than to pursue the false reputation of not seeing things wrong." As he said this, Gu Gu pointed to the people around him. All kinds of equipment that Qiu Han can’t name.

Gu Gu actually answered his own question, which made Qiu Han, who was originally feeling boring, suddenly become a little more interested. However, Gu Gu's topic soon turned to those boring things again. In addition, because of the incident on Lu Yue Mountain, he thought From now on, I have to spend an hour with such an old man every day. As time goes by, Qiu Han feels like a pottery figurine being slowly fired, waiting for the moment when the old man dies of illness and becomes a funerary object before he can end his mission. Down again.

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"I remember when I was a kid, I still believed that pie would fall in the sky. I always thought that I could pick up the pieces in the antique market. But it turns out that you are just a stupid fish who keeps getting into the traps set by others. You are deceived again and again. I gradually realized that antiques, as a kind of cultural commodity, have been completely infected by vilification. Even if you spend your whole life, you will not get any edification and sublimation from them, you can only get the most practical benefits. So I have been firmly opposed to mine since I was a child. My son and grandson are exposed to the antique business, but reality seems to be laughing at my material things..." From the ancient narrative, Qiu Han gradually learned about the glorious life of an ancient man, especially his childhood experiences and his current situation. The ideas are very similar, but he is a person who has the ability to break the rules, and ultimately uses his own strength to create a world of his own.

This sentence resonated with Qiu Han, and he couldn't help but ask: "How can I do it right, gain recognition from others, and create my own world?"

"Alas." Gu Gu sighed heavily and said, "It's getting late, you should go back."

After hearing the ancient words, Qiu Han woke up from a dream and realized that he seemed to have asked questions he shouldn't have asked.

Seeing Qiu Han walking out of the ancient room neatly, a strange look flashed across Buddha's face, and then he took out a black travel bag from the drawer and motioned Qiu Han to come closer: "The ancients have given me the kindness to recreate, I I am also very grateful that Gu Gu chose to spend his old age here. You are a key, a key to open the ancient heart. I believe you do not want an ancient old man to end his life with regrets and self-blame." Said Buddha. He put the black bag into Qiu Han's hand: "There are two hundred thousand in it. Apart from the money I will give you back, the rest is the reward for asking you to chat with the old man. The money is just a little thought. If If you can help me, I will never lose money to you in the future."

Qiu Han shook his head and said, "I can't accept the money. The ring hasn't been sold yet, and the Fourth Master doesn't know about it."

"I will explain to him that the fact that you walked out of the ancient room clean today proves that you are qualified to accept the money."

The visual impact of bundles of two hundred thousand cash was huge for Qiu Han. Qiu Han, who had cut down on food and clothing just to survive since childhood, had never experienced the sight of two hundred thousand cash in front of him.

At this moment, Qiu Han truly felt the scene dreamed by Brother Meng.

"Take it, you deserve it." Buddha said.

"Okay, thank you Lord Buddha." Qiu Han hesitated for a moment and took the travel bag.

"In the future, chat with Gu Gu more often. Gu is happy, and the benefits will be indispensable to everyone." Buddha suddenly stepped forward and patted himself on the shoulder, with a strong hand.

"Okay, I will definitely chat with Gu Gu more as requested by Lord Buddha." Qiu Han expressed his stance hurriedly.

Qiu Han left "I will forget you when you come".

Qiu Han's steps were not fast. Although his back was to the antique shop, he felt that a pair of eyes were always watching him through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Qiu Han was sure that the owner of these eyes was Gu, but he was not sure why his eyes were filled with such complex emotions, and what could make an old man like Gu have such complex emotions towards him.

His slow pace suddenly sped up, not because he was escaping, but because he couldn't bear the heat in his eyes, which contained feelings that Qiu Han had never really felt.

After a period of time, because there were a few real things on the stalls, the business of the night market became more and more prosperous, and as many goods were sold every day as if it were a festival. During this period, Qiu Han once again sold one for 3,000 yuan.

Jade finger.

Counting the savings from selling finger rings, Qiu Han already had about 250,000 in cash. Calculating the huge sum of money he had, Qiu Han felt that his dream of taking root in L City gradually became clear.

In addition, he would spend some time with Gu Gu every day during the day, but Gu Gu never answered his questions, and he was like a breathing and thoughtful dummy in front of him.

In view of this, after Qiu Han learned the lessons from the last two times, Qiu Han decided to become a qualified listener.

Time once again stopped after midnight on Friday, and even Qiu Han, whose mood rarely fluctuated, was filled with expectations at this time.

In the dream, after the fire turned everything into ashes, Qiu Han deliberately adjusted the rhythm of turning around and leaving.

In front of Qiu Han's eyes, a white light door appeared. The light door stood abruptly in the darkness, and a mysterious aura emanated from the light door.

Although Qiu Han wanted to carefully observe the light door in front of him, the white light was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes at all.
Chapter completed!