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Xia Qingying has self-knowledge, whether it is love at first sight or long-term love, the real environment she and Tang Xin live in is full of resistance. <Period of restless "love", but that is at best seductive, and has nothing to do with love.

And the time spent together is pitiful, and it is difficult to gather each other's hearts in every bit of life. Therefore, she must cherish every minute and every second. The emotions that were originally hidden in her heart burst out violently after the first kiss. Unreservedly showing in front of Tang Xin is also hoping to at least leave a mark in his heart.

Tang Xin has no control over what other people do, but as long as it doesn't affect his life and doesn't cause trouble to his originally orderly life, then he can face it calmly. On the contrary, if someone exceeds the bottom line in his heart, he will never tolerate it.

What Xia Qingying is doing now and what will be done, Tang Xin just waits and sees the changes. If it crosses the line, it is better to go separately from Yangguan alone.

After announcing that she wanted Tang Xin to fall in love with her, Xia Qingying and Tang Xin sat in the living room, she was suddenly at a loss, what to do next?

Tang Xin stood up and went back to the house, put on his coat and scarf, took out a leisure bag full of antiques from the closet, and planned to go out.

"Where are you going? Can I go with you?"

Xia Qingying asked anxiously.

It has to be said that when the situation of women chasing men appeared, it was the men who had the upper hand and took the initiative. Now, Xia Qingying hadn't recovered from Tang Xin's previous indifference, and she had lingering fears for fear of offending Tang Xin.

Tang Xin put on his leisure bag, changed his shoes by the door and said casually, "You don't have to try to please me and become cautious, just be normal. If you finally find that the condition for me to like you is to make you humble, that's what you want Is it?"

When Xia Qingying thought about it, she suddenly felt reasonable, and after she followed Tang Xin out the door, when she was about to quietly hold Tang Xin's arm, Tang Xin immediately turned his head and raised a finger to block her.

"I don't want people in the community who like to gossip to use me as a topic."

The two walked out of the community side by side and got into a taxi. Half an hour later, Tang Xin and Xia Qingying got off at Gupeng Street.

This street is not far from Huiyuan Antique City, about three or four streets away, with few pedestrians and a little depressed.

There is an antique shop in an ordinary neighborhood. When Tang Xin searched for local antique information on the Internet, he learned that there is a shop called Baibaozhai. The price of buying antiques is very reasonable, and it is very popular in Tianhai.

He is planning to come here today to ship the goods. After a few days of understanding the auction price of the antiques, the general psychological price of the big bag of antiques is between 200 million and 500 million. If you go to a professional appraisal agency to issue a certificate, you have to pay for the antique A fee of 10%-20% of the value, Tang Xin has no money in hand before the antique is sold, so it doesn't work.

Furthermore, paying the appraisal fee and selling it to the antique dealer at a low price, as long as the price given by the antique dealer is fair, the final balance will not make much difference.

If you really want to sell it at the highest price, you will have to wait a long time for it to be auctioned. Tang Xin always believes that speed is the most important part of the accumulation of primitive capital. After all, the glory of life is priceless.

Walking on the street, Xia Qingying's little idea finally succeeded, and she smiled as she took Tang Xin's arm, as if she had taken a big step on the road to success.

Passing by passers-by, Tang Xin finally stood in front of Baibaozhai's shop, not to mention the facade, just a pair of town house stone lions placed at the door is very imposing.

Tang Xin stood in front of the stone lion and observed carefully, very surprised.

Generally speaking, many stone lions are listed as cultural relics.

Cultural relics are different from antiques. Cultural relics can be collected, but they cannot be circulated in the market, while antiques can.

But there are indeed stone lions that do not belong to the category of cultural relics. In ancient times, it was not uncommon to see a pair of stone lions placed in front of the town house of a wealthy family.

Seeing Tang Xin staring at the stone lion in a daze, Xia Qingying felt that this kind of stone lion was very common when watching historical film and television dramas, so naturally she didn't make a fuss.

"What's so good about this?"

Tang Xin still stared at the stone lion and said, "Do you know how much this stuff is worth?"

Xia Qingying was a little surprised, and asked, "Very valuable?"

"At least hundreds of thousands, and there is often a price but no market, because if it is a cultural relic, it cannot be bought or sold."

"Hundreds of thousands of things on the street? Are you not afraid of being stolen?"

"steal?"

Tang Xin looked at her, shook his head and said: "This thing is calculated in tons, and several people can't carry it away. The key point is, if you steal it, it is the crime of theft. The punishment is based on its value. I'm afraid it will take a long time. Take a step back, you steal It’s okay to hide it by yourself, but if you want to make a move, the movement will not be small, and there is no guarantee that you will not be discovered, stealing this thing is not as convenient as burglary.”

Xia Qingying thinks about it too, the same risk, stealing this thing is really a bit laborious, she asked puzzledly: "Why are you staring at it?"

"I was just thinking, put it here, stealing is second, the key is what should I do if it is damaged by someone?"

After Tang Xin finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Bai Baozhai, and immediately understood.

Presumably this antique shop has a good background, and no one dares to make a mistake.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, he felt that he was meddling.

Tang Xin and Xia Qingying walked into Baibaozhai. After crossing the threshold, there was a picture of words on the wall facing the gate. Xu Xianzhang's words were majestic. Just because of this, people can feel the atmosphere of the store the moment they enter the door and look up. heritage.

There are other landscape calligraphy and paintings on the other walls, and the literati are coming to your face. The furnishings in the store are all high-quality mahogany furniture. If Tang Xin brought a dating machine, he would definitely be surprised.

The tables and chairs here are not fakes of the Ming and Qing Dynasties described by the guy who fooled him in the antique market, they are definitely genuine, and they are for their own use.

There are different antiques on each small compartment of the high cabinet against the wall, such as purple sand pots, Song and Liao porcelains, bamboo carvings and strange stones, etc., which seem to be small objects, but they all have a big origin.

Tang Xin suddenly felt that he had walked into the history museum. On a rattan wood chair outside the counter, there was a white-haired and slender old man, leaning on the chair with a purple sand pot in his hand, dangling with his eyes closed, enjoying himself leisurely. .

Another young man held a clean white cloth and breathed on a bronze croissant, then carefully wiped it.

The young man had already seen Tang Xin and Xia Qingying when they entered, but he still greeted them after wiping the croissant on his hands, and said gently, "Welcome."

Xia Qingying consciously let go of Tang Xin's arm, and then Tang Xin walked to a table of the Eight Immortals, put down the leisure bag on top, unzipped the zipper and said, "You guys give me a price for these, and I'll sell them if it suits me."

This assortment of casual bags made people dizzy, and the young man reached out and took the biggest item: the Fengshou bottle.

When the young man picked up the Fengshou bottle, the eyes of the old man sitting on the grand teacher's chair slightly opened, and he couldn't take his eyes off after just a glance, but he was not excited, stood up with the purple sand pot in his hand, and patted his clothes lightly , then walked steadily to the table of the Eight Immortals, his old face was as still as water, and he said casually: "Put them all out and have a look."

The young man followed suit and took out all the items in the leisure bag. The most terrible thing was Qianlong Tongbao. He squeezed out one by one, as if to indicate to Tang Xin that he didn't take advantage of it.

When there is nothing in the leisure bag, the table full of antiques and groceries is dazzling.

Xia Qingying opened her mouth wide, and secretly asked Tang Xin: "Where did you get all this?"

The old man also turned his face and asked indifferently: "How did you come here?"

The antique industry is very deep, and it is not just a matter of buying and selling cabbage and pork.

What if these were stolen goods?

It is not that antique shops do not accept stolen goods, but the price will be affected. After all, if an antique shop collects stolen goods, it has to bear the risk, and naturally the price will be greatly reduced.

The old man's face was calm, but his heart was not calm, and he also had some clues.

The items on this table don't look like stolen goods, because they are too complicated. If they are all gold, silver, jade, porcelain, coins, calligraphy and paintings, etc., then it is very suspicious, but Tang Xin's big bag is like an antique grocery store. The same, unless it is a family that steals from east to west and sells it together.

I haven't heard any big news about theft in the industry recently.

And here, half of them are fakes!

The biggest possibility is that Taobao picked up the leak and resold it.

But at Tang Xin's age, the old man did not believe that he had such vision and ability.

Finding a treasure is luck.

At least dozens of items on this table are worth tens of thousands of items, even if experts want to collect them, it may take a year or so, and it may depend on fate.

Court wood carvings of the Qing Dynasty, gilded hairpins of the Tang Dynasty, pen holders of the Ming Dynasty, phoenix-headed vases and trays of the Song and Liao Dynasties, court ritual vessels of the Qing Dynasty...

"Bought from the antique city three streets away. If you want to know the goods, give me a price."

Tang Xin told the truth and had nothing to hide.

Besides, he doesn't plan to go to Taobao to pick up leaks in the future.

Where in the world are there so many leaks?He was too lazy to look for opportunities in the national antique market.

"20."

The old man spat out three words in a neutral manner, and then he was about to accept everything on the table.

When Xia Qingying heard 20, she opened her mouth wide and looked at Tang Xin in disbelief.

But Tang Xin smiled silently, stood up and came to the table of the Eight Immortals, picked up the leisure bag and was about to take back his antiques.

"Wasting my time."

There was a flash of surprise in the old man's eyes, he didn't expect Tang Xin to be so direct, he didn't even pay back the price?Reject on the spot!

Just as he was about to ask for a new price, a man and a woman walked into Baibaozhai.

"Eh? Tang Xin, why are you here?"

Tang Xin turned his head to look at Jun Lang's strange young man, and asked suspiciously, "We know each other?"

Bai Yeyu walked to the table of the Eight Immortals with a smile on his face, saw Tang Xin holding a wooden carving and was about to stuff it into his leisure bag, turned to look at the old man, and asked with a smile, "Third Grandpa, where did you sing?"

Bai Sanye glanced at Tang Xin, and said with a calm expression, "Your friend?"

"It doesn't count, but it's business, don't you want to do it?"

Third Master Bai raised his gray eyebrows, without changing his face, he said, "There is no business without money."

Bai Yeyu patted Tang Xin on the shoulder and said, "Wait a minute, this is my third grandpa. He mistook you for a fool. Sit down and have a cup of tea first."

Tang Xin saw that the third master Bai seemed to be about to raise the price again, so he walked to the side and sat down, his eyes lingering on Bai Yeyu and his female companion suspiciously.