Shengshibaojian

"Oh, Master Shen, what an embarrassment! No matter what you say about this bad debt, it's not your turn to wipe this old drunkard's ass! Whoever dares to do bad things will bear it himself!"

"Boss Sun, you don't need to be polite. First of all, the materials used for the palm Buddha are high-quality. Although it is an imitation, its workmanship and painting level are not inferior to the original one. Even though it is an imitation, the gold on it is Lao Jin, ceramic firing technology is top-notch, and generally speaking, it has a certain appreciation space!"

"That's it! Master Shen, you have said so, then I will keep this Maitreya Buddha in the palm! This time, I will give Master Shen a face and let this old drunkard go! If I cheat again in the future, I will never go around he!"

"Thank you, Boss Sun... Thank you very much..."

Sun Nanbing bowed to Shen Qiu in return, and then left with a few of his men.

Seeing the old drunk man sitting in the corner without saying a word, his face covered by messy hair, even though Shen Qiu couldn't see his facial features clearly, he still called out his name: "Unexpectedly, Master Cao, I haven't seen you for a few months and you've gotten to this point!"

The moment the old drunkard spoke just now, Shen Qiu recognized this person's voice, this person did not recognize anyone, it was Cao Donglai, the treasure appraiser who resigned from Xuanbaozhai a few months ago.

No one expected that the high-spirited treasure appraiser at the beginning would turn into this desolate image in the blink of an eye.

"Shen Qiu, you... when did you see it? How did you see it?" Cao Donglai said with an incredulous expression on his face, looking at Shen Qiu and shaking his head in puzzlement.

"Master Cao! I could tell when I spoke...Even if you didn't work in Xuanbaozhai, you wouldn't be in trouble with Mr. Ghost, right? Don't you know? The shopkeeper was killed by Mr. Ghost! You are helping the evildoer!"

As soon as Cao Donglai appeared, Shen Qiu concluded a few points. First of all, Cao Donglai was definitely not the identity of Mr. Ghost. When he was still in Xuanbaozhai, Mr. Ghost had already appeared in Jiangcheng.

Another Cao Donglai has certain attainments in appraising treasures, but he is far from reaching the level of Mr. Ghost's counterfeiting. He said that the simple palm Buddha can't make the Maitreya Buddha without 20 years of practice.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" Cao Donglai raised his head and took a sip of the strong wine: "Shen Qiu! You are not the one who created the land where I am now! If you hadn't become the master master of Xuanbaozhai, how would I have done it? I'm so depressed... As for Mr. Ghost you mentioned, I don't know! Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!"

"It's purely self-defeating that you made it like this. It's a pity that Master Wang Qianshi's century-old heritage, it doesn't matter, even if I don't say anything, I will find Mr. Ghost! Tell me a word, I, Shen Qiu, have been at odds with him in this life, Even if he is dead, I will dig him out of the coffin! You can do it for yourself!"

After Shen Qiu finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, when Cao Donglai's voice came from behind: "Wait!"

I saw Cao Donglai took out a business card from his body and threw it to Shen Qiu: "I, Cao Donglai, do not owe any favors. I know you are looking for the whereabouts of the farewell stickers. Here is this business card for you! It can help you find the whereabouts of the farewell stickers! We owe you this debt." It's clear!"

Shen Qiu picked up the business card from the ground. The business card was high-end and beautiful, and several gold-stamped fonts stood out on the line, which was extremely conspicuous. The big guy on the business card had a lot of background and had several prestigious titles at the same time: Tianyang District The first one-stop service of fortune-telling, divination, fortune-telling, naming and Fengshui, Huang Tie!

……

Back at Xuanbaozhai at noon, an acquaintance came to the store and asked for Shen Qiu Jianbao by name. This person was none other than Uncle Mao who had sold goods in Xuanbaozhai before. Like Uncle Mao with pork belly and stone.

The last time Uncle Mao sold goods was to raise money for gatherings with old comrades in arms. The pork belly stone sold for 18 can be regarded as a solution to his urgent need. This time he chose Xuanbaozhai to bear the brunt of the goods.

"Master Shen, you are back! I'm here again!" Uncle Mao laughed and took out a huge backpack from behind.

"Uncle Mao! Did you enjoy the comrade-in-arms gathering last time? Did you spend all the 18 yuan?" Shen Qiu went up to help Uncle Mao sit down, and arranged for someone to pour tea and offer cigarettes to him.

"Don't say it, don't say it, it's been less than half a month since I sold it for 18 yuan! The situation is like this! There was an old brother who died at the party last time because of his health. Seriously ill and hospitalized! The situation is still serious, and it is said that he will have a major operation, and my 18 yuan is only enough to pay him a deposit, and there is still 30 yuan left! So I am here to trouble Master Shen today!"

Uncle Mao opened the zipper of the backpack, and then took out a wide and flat thing from inside. It looked like a pair of saddles. The material of the saddle was made of black hard cowhide, and the two sides of the saddle were connected There are two heavy stirrups, and the surface of the saddle is colorful and inlaid with various silver ornaments.

The weight of the saddle is not light, and it is very difficult for Uncle Mao to hold it in his hand. According to visual inspection, it weighs at least 56 catties.

This saddle looks like an old thing, but it hasn't been too long. There are thick friction marks on the saddle cushion. It can be seen that this thing should have been used by Uncle Mao when he was a bandit.

"Old things, old things! Uncle Mao! You can see the age of this one! This is the standard equipment for you to be a bandit when you were young!" Zhu Xiaogang interjected half-jokingly: "At least 100 years!"

"Boy! You really misjudged!" Uncle Mao said, pointing to the heavy saddle: "This thing was passed down to me by our bandit leader at that time. A total of three generations of bandits have been passed down from the Qing Dynasty to me. It has a history of more than 100 years when I have it in hand, and it has been 200 years old until now!"

"Ordinary people are not qualified to touch it. Only the bandit brother is qualified to use it. For so many years, I have kept it as a heart and kept it at home. I didn't blow it! When I was riding a saddle, I could glow at night! Then Just a mighty one!"

"If my brother hadn't been seriously ill, I wouldn't be able to sell it for money! Master Shen, can you see if this thing can sell for 30? I don't want more! Just 30 is enough! 30 can save me The old buddy is dead!"

"Uncle Mao..." Zhu Xiaogang shook his head and said, this kind of saddle didn't need Shen Qiu's eyes, he could see all kinds of things.

Although the things are old things, they basically have no cultural value. Even the 200-year history that Uncle Mao said can’t be bought at a price of 30 yuan.

"I don't listen to you! I don't listen to you! I listen to Shen Qiu! Shen Qiu, show me how much this thing is worth?" Uncle Mao's face turned black immediately, and he grabbed Shen Qiu and asked.

Shen Qiu nodded, and played around with it first. The saddle is basically not controversial, and the materials are very kind. Even after more than 200 years, the outline of the saddle has basically remained the same, and the hard cowhide is well preserved without any holes. Signs of cracking.

It is worth mentioning that these silver ornaments hanging on the saddle, although their outlines are a bit old, are still worth some money.

"Uncle Mao, I've finished reading it. Have you asked about the price of this item at another antique shop?" Shen Qiu asked bluntly.

"Your eyes are really poisonous! I have indeed been there, and I don't hide it, but the prices they offer are lower than the other. Some are [-], and some are [-]! Another is [-]. Yes! Isn’t this buying my saddle as a waste product! It’s not suitable, it’s not suitable! Shen Qiu, just tell the truth, tell me what you have to say!”

"Let's talk about it! Let's say 30! Xiaogang writes a check to Uncle Mao, and he writes a check for 30!"

what?

Uncle Mao and Zhu Xiaogang were stunned at the same time. Both of them knew exactly how much this saddle would cost. Basically, it was in the price range of 30 to [-]. Shen Qiu just offered [-].

"Aren't you Shen Qiu? You really want to drive 30 yuan? Are you sure?" Uncle Mao himself felt like he was dreaming.

"Brother Shen! It's not that I want to interrupt... this..." Zhu Xiaogang frowned and interjected: "I don't doubt your vision, but the finished product of this saddle is indeed not as good as the pork belly stone last time! Are you doing it out of sympathy? This price is for Uncle Mao! We are in business and not a charity organization, isn’t this price a little too much..."

Shen Qiu nodded and smiled calmly: "Xiao Gang! Just do as I say, 30 will be paid to Uncle Mao, and I will be responsible for what happens..."