"Bang bang, the door is closed, the person is not running; Bang bang, the door is closed, the knife runs away; Bang bang, the door is closed, the sheep run away; Bang bang, the door is closed, the cow runs away..."

For half an hour, Qiu Han made pull-ups with a hideous expression and muttered tongue twisters in a low voice. Sweat soaked his clothes, but he was still tireless.

"Either cowardly or powerfully to death." This is what his cheap master told him before his death.

But Qiu Han has always believed that in his consciousness, "Cowardice is just a synonym for low-key, so he never feels ashamed of cowardice. On the contrary, in order to protect himself, Qiu Han chose the most low-key lifestyle, settled with destiny, and waited for the time. But everything that happened today made Qiu Han feel the bone-bone cold."

"The sun will still rise, and everything will return to peace again under the sun's light." Qiu Han, who had almost exhausted, fell off the horizontal bar, and the ferocious face turned into a calm face. I just don't know what kind of transformation there is in this calm.

Silence is the most lonely night and can heal people's wounds.

The next day, at 1:00 noon, Qiuhan appeared on time at L City Cultural Street.

With the development of the times, antiques have gradually become the object of pursuit by many literati, poets, wealthy businessmen, and wealthy businessmen, so antiques and cultural relics have gradually been covered with cultural cloaks, and the cultural street in front of them is obviously the product of this phenomenon.

It took a full half an hour before Qiu Han saw Tang Si parked in front of the street in a BMW.

Although I don’t know what the dream space will bring to me, Qiu Han must have historical antiques, so Qiu Han is guided by jade rings. First, I use it to thank Tang Si, and second, I also hope to use the jade rings to get to the mountain of Tang Si. After all, it is obvious that someone wants to deal with him now, and Tang Si is obviously capable of dealing with the current situation.

"Let's go, something is delayed on the road." Without too much explanation, Tang Si turned around and walked into the Cultural Street.

Although he has lived in L City for almost ten years, Qiu Han just wandered in a few fixed places, and running around for life is his main theme...

"I have been in the antique circle for more than 20 years. In the past five years, I have been in the L City generation, but despite this, I can only say that the antique is an entry-level. The one who does this in the circle is called "brick-moving" or "Baofuzhai". In layman's terms, it is a broker, so people in the L City like to call me the fourth master of the broker." Tang Si looked at Qiu Han meaningfully and continued, "Antique is a business that is very knowledgeable and experienced. The old saying goes, "Antique transactions are a contest between the knowledge and eyesight of both sellers." So if you want to become a qualified antique broker, the basic principle that you should follow is "read more and more"

Learn more and buy less. You can 'pick a bargain'. This is the old almanac of more than 10 or 20 years ago. The current antique market is full of 'Singapore'. New imitation, fakes and defective products, less than one percent of the authentic ones, so don't have the fantasy of getting rich overnight. Although our country has a long-standing culture and can dig out any place to dig out ancient artifacts, the cultural relics control is very strict now, and the cultural market is becoming more and more standardized. Brokers like me are less and less and less living. So it is impossible to become a qualified broker in a short time, but I guess you should have a lot of antiques in your hand. This is the foundation for your survival in this industry."

There was no change in expression on Qiu Han's face, but he was a little cautious in his heart again. Although he knew that the person of Si Ye Tang was not simple, he could make such an accurate judgment on himself through just a few days of brief contact. Qiu Han knew that Si Ye Tang was definitely the most cunning and treacherous among businessmen who were well versed in the hearts of the people.

Tang Si smiled slightly and continued, "Don't worry, no matter what I said correctly or wrongly, my basic first principle as a broker is to 'no matter where the source'. I will not ask about the source of your goods, but I want to be an agent of the items in your hands. I only eat the commission in the middle, and the big one belongs to you. Secondly, I went back to study the ring you took out yesterday last night. In addition to the carved pine and bamboo around me, it is white jade with mutton fat, and the inside is engraved with 'Bak'

The identity of this ring is not simple. Bakesh’s real name is Guarja Ganglin, and Bakesh was his title. He was once a close confidant of Dorgon and was a well-educated scholar in the early Qing Dynasty. Although this ring has not been recorded in history, I can be sure that this ring belongs to Ganglin. So if you have any ideas now, I, Tang Si, never do a forced business."

"No." Qiu Han's answer was very straightforward.

"It's very good. To show my sincerity, I will take you to meet the 'authoritative person' of this cultural street today. If you want to stay in this street, you must first get his recognition."

“What should I pay attention to?”

"When I met, I looked at my eyes and acted. Everyone in the industry only knew that he was called Buddha. It is said that he had worked as a monk in Shaolin Temple in Songshan before, but he was injured by a leg because of a slander. He was uneasy and could not continue to cultivate his mind. After staying in the Sutra Pavilion for half a year, he returned to L City and came to L City. He had a lot of research on Buddhist antiques. At the beginning, he was also a family made by several Buddhist treasures. With his skills in both hands and feet, he gradually became a climate after so many years of development. In most cases, he was kind-hearted, but if he angered him, he would definitely let you know why Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had to sit in the eighteen levels of hell." As if he had thought of something, Master Tang Si said: "If you meet an old man with a gray beard, don't look, don't say, don't ask, just pretend that he doesn't exist."

"Well, I understand. I will listen to what the Fourth Master said." Qiu Han replied.

In the depths of L City Cultural Street, an antique shop called "You come, I forget" is quietly hidden in the corner in the shadow of a huge building.

The shadows put a mysterious veil on this antique building, pushing open the quaint wooden doors, and a Chinese-style Feng Shui porch in the front room of the lobby, which depicts a set of Feng Shui patterns of the sky and the earth and wealth from all directions. There are neat display cabinets on both sides of the entrance, which exudes a gentle effect under the illumination of spotlights.
Chapter completed!