A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 6 Qingshan Hermit!

Qin House.

If you want to say which store is the most famous on this street, it is of course the Qinjialou at the intersection.

A single three-story small building with carved beams and painted buildings, antique.

Among other things, it is also collecting waste products, so old man Qin's appearance will make him more stylish.

Of course, Qin Hong's purchase station is not here. This Qin family building is just one of Qin Hong's properties. When others were still circling in the waste pile, Qin Hong had already started to get involved in the antique business.

There are quite a lot of people coming in and out of the door, most of them are tourists from other places. Stores like this usually kill people without killing familiar ones. They say they are antique shops, but it may be difficult to find a few genuine items inside.

Those who want to come to this kind of place to pick up leaks are either real experts, or they have read too many online novels.

There were quite a lot of customers in the store, Chen Muyu was too ordinary, no one came to greet him when he entered, he was not polite, and went directly to the second floor.

"Sir, is there anything I need?"

The second floor was a little quieter. A female shop assistant in a wrap skirt saw him and turned her hips with a professional smile on her face.

"Where's your boss?"

Chen Muyu tightened the bag on his shoulders, and took a look at the woman in front of him. She was in her early twenties, she was pretty, and she had a good figure.

The female clerk's eyes fell on Chen Muyu's backpack. She had seen this kind of person a lot, and it was likely that she wanted to sell something.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

The shop assistant asked cautiously.

Chen Muyu shrugged, and happened to see a familiar figure coming down the stairs.

"Hey, Fat Tiger!"

Chen Muyu hastily stretched out his hand and shouted.

The man froze for a moment, looked up and saw Chen Muyu, couldn't help frowning, and walked over with a dark face.

"Brother Teng, this gentleman wants to see the boss!"

The female clerk quickly explained that Chen Muyu's address just now made her laugh a little.

After waving his hands, the female shop assistant walked away with interest, Teng Hu looked at Chen Muyu with a dark face, "I hate people calling me nicknames!"

Chen Muyu sneered, "Don't be so serious, it's just a joke, Master Qin, I'll find him!"

Teng Hu glared at Chen Muyu, as if telling him that I am a killer without emotion.

"Come with me!"

A cold sentence, followed by a cool look from Chen Muyu's back.

Chen Muyu smiled and followed along!

……

The third floor is relatively spacious with simple furnishings. The corridor connects an office and a living room.

There are a few big vases in the office, and a few calligraphy and paintings on the wall, which looks like that.

No one was there, but the sound of someone talking came from the living room next to it.

"Wait here, Master Qin has guests, so I don't have time to see you for now!"

Teng Hu pointed to the sofa next to him, left a cold sentence, and turned around to leave.

"It's so rude!"

I cursed secretly in my heart, there is no one who brings tea and water, so I don't have a face?

The water dispenser next to him took a glass of water and sat down on the sofa. Chen Muyu was not in a hurry and waited slowly.

The old man Qin Hong asked someone to talk about the matter, and laughter came from the living room from time to time.

Chen Muyu didn't have the nerve to eavesdrop, so he glanced over and saw a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

"Heaven rewards hard work, humanity rewards kindness, and business rewards faith!"

Twelve-character cursive script, with bold and unrestrained fonts and heavy brushwork, is quite a bit of a Jianghu style.

The frame is neat and gorgeous, and it is hung in the most conspicuous place. Qin Hong should like this painting very much.

I took a closer look and found that the signature was Qingshan Hermit.

never heard of that!

Although Chen Muyu is a layman, he can tell that although this word can be regarded as a good work, it may not be among the famous ones.

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Item: 1 piece of ordinary calligraphy and painting!
Introduction: Made by Qin Hong of Qingshan City...

Owner: Qin Hong
Integrity: 100%

Acquisition: 20 wealth value

Recycling: not owned by the host, the system cannot recycle
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A piece of information appeared in his mind, and the corners of Chen Muyu's mouth couldn't help revealing a bit of ridicule. It turned out that the old man Qin Hong wrote it himself.

The scrap price is only worth 20 yuan!
To be honest, it's quite surprising that the old man, who has no fart culture, can write this picture like this. It seems that his impression of Qin Hong is a bit rigid. The so-called writing is like a person, this old man is not simple.

"What are you looking at? Do you understand?"

An old-fashioned voice came from the side.

Looking back, Qin Hong was pushing the door and coming in, followed by a rich old man.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Muyu looking at his handwriting. Qin Hong was very happy. This is his proud work, and it is hung here for others to appreciate besides himself.

For Chen Muyu, Qin Hong didn't pay much attention to it. An ordinary college graduate probably doesn't even know what he wrote in cursive.

Chen Muyu looked back at him, not angry, "I can barely understand a few words, this calligraphy is strong and free, and I already have some skills, it should be regarded as a breakthrough..."

Qin Hong was delighted to hear the first half of the sentence, but after listening to it later, his taste changed, and his old face instantly darkened.

"Hmph, pretend to understand if you don't understand, talk nonsense!"

Seeing Qin Hong's face darkened, Chen Muyu was happy instead, "Master Qin, don't be unhappy, although this cursive calligraphy is written in a grand manner, but there is a bit of gangster in the atmosphere, and the writing is thick and heavy, as if holding a knife and gun, wide open. Hey, but this word is written in a business letter, and the meaning of the word conflicts with the meaning of the brush. It seems that the person who wrote it clearly did not understand the meaning of this word, and he must be a rough and shallow person..."

Qin Hong's face became darker and darker, and these words sounded like he was scolding himself.

Scolding the bald man in front of the monk, the boy seemed to be doing it on purpose.

"Hahaha……"

Qin Hong was about to have a fit, but the fat old man next to him couldn't help laughing out loud, "You rough man, not bad, not bad, what the little brother said is not bad at all!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Hong, with a bit of ridicule in his old eyes.

Only then did Chen Muyu pretend to be stunned, "Mr. Qin, could it be your handwriting?"

"Humph!"

Qin Hong was so angry that he let out a snort, walked behind the desk, and glared at Chen Muyu, "You are so young, you know calligraphy, you just open your mouth!"

Chen Muyu was quite happy in his heart, but his face remained calm. Just as he was about to pretend to apologize, Qin Hong picked up the paperweight on the table and threw it aside, "What are you looking for me for? Put your farts!"

This little brat actually said that his calligraphy was crude in front of others, but it made his face burn. He had already disliked Chen Muyu, and now he has no good face.

"Didn't you tell me last night that my grandpa left something, and my dad and I don't understand it. Among the people I know, the only one who has a little insight can only think of you, Mr. Qin. Now I'm nervous, so I took it away." I want to give Master Qin the palm of your hand, and if it's suitable, help me realize it..." Chen Muyu laughed.

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