Ma San'er had just made a fuss with someone and was almost hit by a bicycle. He sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment and opened his mouth to curse. But when he looked up and saw Gu Bei, he smiled coquettishly.

"It's Xiaobei! Not at work? Oh, it's the weekend."

As he spoke, he stood up and dusted off the dirt on his body.

Gu Bei glanced at the furoshiki Ma San'er held under his arm. The shape of the package was long and slender. Considering the business Ma San'er was doing, it should be a painting.

"Third brother, what are you..."

"Ouch! The bad luck is here."

Ma Saner was really unlucky today. He had already negotiated a deal, and a junior high school classmate acted as an intermediary and helped him contact a foreigner who planned to sell a few things.

Only when we arrived did we realize that the foreigner was not just a stickler, and had come with helpers.

As soon as he showed off the few things he had brought, they were ruined by the hired helper.

His family knew about his own affairs, and Ma San'er also knew that he had no good stuff at all, so his business was naturally ruined and he became a little idle.

"Come on, I won't tell you anymore. I have something else to do. Let's talk about it when we get home tonight."

After simply explaining the matter, Ma San'er didn't want to continue to embarrass himself here, so he turned around and left with his things.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Gu Bei's first pot of gold has not yet landed.

You can't just go out every weekend, help maintain law and order, and earn money by fighting robberies.

Thinking about this, Gu Bei pushed the cart into the alley, and happened to see a short, fat old man accompanying a foreigner coming out of a house.

"Mr. Smith, if you really want to collect old items, it's best not to deal with such people. What good things can they have in their hands? Even a chamber pot. I dare say it was used by the Empress Dowager Cixi. They are all fake.

They are all looking at the mani in your pocket. If they are really serious, I have some good stuff at home. If you are willing, let’s go and have a look to make sure you don’t suffer any loss.”

The short, fat old man spoke with an authentic London accent. The only shortcoming was that the chamber pot was translated as stool, which was obviously lacking in artistic conception.

"Sir, if you believe him, I'm afraid the loss will be even greater."

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Gu Bei quickly asked to stay.

Gu Bei's first job in his previous life was in a customs clearance company, where he dealt with foreigners all day long, and his English was no problem at all.

Being interrupted, the short, fat old man suddenly turned cold. When he saw that Gu Bei was a young man, he suddenly showed disdain.

"Comrade, please don't talk nonsense. Do you think I am planning to deceive my international friends?"

Gu Bei propped one leg on the ground and sat crookedly on his bicycle: "Whether it's a lie or not is hard to say, but aren't you keeping your eyes on the money in this international friend's pocket?"

Gu Bei said this sentence in English just for the foreigner to listen to.

Sure enough, when the foreigner heard this, he looked at the old man with wary eyes.

The old man's face changed again, and his eyes were fierce: "Young comrade, you are also in the industry? Where can you make a fortune?"

hehe!

This is quite a joke.

"Now there is no place for a man to settle down. He goes to the house with drums and is nicknamed Bao Fu Zhai."

The old man looked surprised. It was obvious that at Gu Bei's age, he shouldn't understand these jargons: "Is there anyone in my hometown who does this?"

"Investigating my family background? It's no use! If you meet me, you won't be able to look at it and just say a few words."

The old man felt a little uncomfortable when he was scolded: "Boy, are you trying to mess with me?"

"It doesn't mean that. I just want to understand a little bit. How about... you lead me to open my eyes."

Seeing Gu Bei's face full of laughter, the old man felt his blood pressure rise. He understood that Gu Bei was here to disrupt the situation, but he couldn't be dismissed. Gu Bei was speaking English now and Chinese the next. He should listen, but he couldn't.

Let the foreigner next to you listen to everything that needs to be heard.

It was obvious that if he didn't take Gu Bei with him today, the foreigner named Smith wouldn't be able to take anything from him.

"Okay, boy, if Uncle Wang is happy, he will let you open your eyes and walk."

After saying that, he muttered a few words to Smith in a low voice, and then left first. Gu Bei followed behind the two of them, thinking in his mind how to get on the bridge with the foreigner later.

Old Man Wang lived not far away, just across an alley, and lived in a large courtyard. None of the neighbors were surprised to see him bringing a foreigner with him. It was obviously not the first time.

Oops...

Entering the room where Old Man Wang lived, Gu Bei was secretly surprised.

I thought he was a loser, but he turned out to be a real bug.

There were several things on the ancient shelf. Gu Bei took a look and saw that they were all from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. They were just like kiln entrances and not worth much.

"Boy, be careful of your eyesight."

Gu Bei was not the one who was at a disadvantage, so he immediately stabbed him back: "You only have one thing in the room, that is, the dust bottle, but someone has touched the ring. If you can really take out the chamber pot of Empress Dowager Cixi,

Don't say it's too much, I'll admit it even if it's too much."

Old Man Wang was shocked again. He was an old man. Before the liberation, he worked as an apprentice in Liulichang. Later he opened a shop and became a shopkeeper himself. He was also a famous antique shop in the capital at that time.

Of course, there aren't any good things on display in the room. The only truly old object is the duster bottle, which came from the Huaguan kiln in the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, the edge of the ring was broken, and it was later repaired by someone.

Unexpectedly, the young man Gu Bei could tell with just one glance from a distance.

This vision...

Old Man Wang's chest was filled with a sigh of relief. He had just ruined someone else's business today. He originally wanted to go along with Meng Smith, but by chance, he met Gu Bei.

Get the real thing out?

Reluctant to part with it!

If you don't take it, Smith's line will be cut off in the future.

After hesitating again and again, Old Man Wang felt relieved and entered the back room.

"Kid, do you know a lot about antiques?"

As soon as Old Man Wang entered, Smith couldn't wait to talk to Gu Bei.

"I can't explain it, but I understand it more or less."

The last person who called me "small" lost a house.

However, this foreigner named Smith was now a philanthropic boy in Gu Bei's eyes, so he decided to forgive him and only let him lose the money and keep the house for him.

"I understand, I understand. Chinese people are very humble. They know a lot, but they always say a little bit."

As Smith spoke, he glanced into the back room and saw that Old Man Wang hadn't come out yet, so he lowered his voice and said.

"I'm going to hire you. If you are willing to help me, I will pay you a reward."

Gu Bei raised his eyebrows and pretended to be very excited: "How do you say it?"

"I like Chinese antiques very much, but, you know, if you are willing to serve me..."

Before he finished speaking, Old Man Wang came out with something. Smith said nothing more and gave Gu Bei an anxious wink.

"Boy, this is going to open your eyes."

"Okay! I'll wait. It's hard to come across good stuff now. I really want to open my eyes here."

With a straight face, Old Man Wang placed the other two scrolls on the table and untied the one in his hand.

"Help me!"

Gu Bei stepped forward to take it, and the scroll slowly unfolded.

"Best birthday to Guo Ziyi from Qiu Shizhou..."

Before Old Man Wang could finish his words, Gu Bei let go of his hand and the painting drooped down.

"What are you doing?"

Old Wang was so frightened that he almost lost his mind. He quickly picked it up and looked at Gu Bei with fire.

"Old man, who are you trying to trick? I'm paying homage to Guo Ziyi's birthday painting from Shizhou. The money is wrong. Put it away quickly. Don't embarrass yourself here. It's good to keep it as a piece of paper to wipe your ass."

This mouthful of my blood must be sprayed on your face now.

Old Man Wang suppressed the blood boiling in his chest, put the extremely fake pair aside with a dark face, and then picked up another pair.

"Boy, be careful, this is a genuine Wen Bi."

Wen Bi was Wen Zhengming, and there were not many paintings handed down from generation to generation. If anyone could really get one, they probably wouldn't show it to others easily.

Gu Bei chuckled, said nothing, and helped Old Man Wang unfold the second painting.

Well?

Somewhat interesting.

However, when it was half-expanded, Gu Bei still called to stop.

Among the antiques, what Gu Bei is best at is calligraphy and painting. Although the porcelain is good, it still has a bit of craftsmanship, but the calligraphy and painting are different. Holding a genuine piece in his hand and looking at it carefully, Gu Bei will have the feeling that he has traveled through thousands of years.

The feeling of direct communication between the ancients.
To be continued...