Reborn in the 90s, Get Rich Little Hot Wife

Chapter 299 A Fake Is A Fake
Hu Shun meant that if you don't give it, you will grab it.

There were six people behind him, uneven in height, they looked like temporary workers.

The stall owner was frightened and said tremblingly, "What are you going to do? You want to rob in broad daylight?"

Hu Shun sneered: "If you know it, ask!"

Yan Jingshan lowered his eyes and said to Bai Meimei, "Call the police."

Before Bai Meimei could respond, Yan Jingshan rushed up and kicked Hu Shun unexpectedly.

Hu Shun fell to the ground and wailed.

The six thugs behind him glanced back at Hu Shun, and four of them immediately surrounded Yanjing Mountain.

The remaining two people set their eyes on the stall owner, planning to grab the things first before talking.

Bai Meimei is ready, as long as they dare to come over, let them taste how hard she fell over her shoulder.

Before they got close, the four men surrounding Yanjing Mountain screamed one after another.

Bai Meimei glanced at it, Yan Jingshan did not know what method he used, and directly cut off their tendons.

Seeing their companions in such a miserable state, they realized that the young man in front of them was not easy to provoke.

However, for the good life of the rest of his life, one of the men took the opportunity to make a move and grabbed the painting in the stall owner's hand.

The stall owner turned pale with shock: "What are you doing!"

Bai Meimei turned her head to look, and before she could react, she saw Yan Jingshan's hand with a sharp blade slid across it quickly. The next second, the thug let go of his hand in pain, and a few drops of blood spilled on the on the ground.

Another companion lost his right hand, and the only remaining thug looked at Yanjingshan in horror, turned around and ran back.

He will definitely not be able to beat Yanjing Mountain, 36 moves is the best plan.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he was blocked by a group of people.

The thug saw who was coming, and said tremblingly, "Master Qian, why are you here?"

Master Qian smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "If you break the rules of the Tao, you will naturally have to uphold justice."

The thug almost collapsed, he looked around in horror, found that there was no way to escape, and begged for mercy in despair: "Master Qian, I know I was wrong, it's all Hu Shunqi's crooked thoughts, I haven't done anything yet, please forgive me me!"

This man named Qian Ye raised his glasses that were sliding up and down the bridge of his nose, glanced at Hu Shun and the others on the ground, and then turned his attention to the thug begging for mercy, and said coldly: "Old rules, one of his hands was crippled."

The thug was so frightened that he knelt down and admitted his mistake: "Master Qian, I was wrong, I was wrong, please, let me go!"

Soon, the people behind Master Qian gagged him and dragged him aside.

Master Qian walked up to Bai Meimei and the others, glanced at the terrified Hu Shun, and asked people to drag him down one after another along with the disabled thugs.

The venue immediately became much cleaner.

The stall owner firmly protected the painting in his hand, "What do you want to do?"

Unexpectedly, Master Qian was very talkative: "Don't be afraid, we are here to uphold justice for you. If they break the rules, they will definitely be punished as they should."

There are also gangsters in the antique circle, and this is the first time Bai Meimei has heard of it.

The stall owner didn't seem to believe it. He was extremely frightened at the moment and desperately needed real money to comfort himself.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The stall owner couldn't wait to say hello to Yanjing Mountain.

Getting the money early is more important than anything else, the child is still waiting to get the money back for medical treatment!
Yan Jingshan nodded, but just as he turned around, Master Qian stopped him: "Wait a minute."

Yan Jingshan held Bai Meimei's hand tightly, her black eyes were full of vigilance.

The stall owner immediately panicked, "What on earth do you want? Believe it or not, I will call the police immediately!"

Master Qian smiled and said: "Master, you misunderstood, I just want to have a good chat with the gentleman next to me."

Mr. Yan raised his eyebrows.

Master Qian said directly: "Sir, can you sit in our Yunxiao Pavilion?"

No matter how great Master Qian's face is in the literary and entertainment circle, the former Mr. Yan never paid attention to him, so he didn't know this person.

When Master Qian suddenly invited him to sit in Yunxiao Pavilion, he frowned.

Seeing the doubts on Mr. Yan's face, Master Qian took the initiative to explain: "Mr. has profound skills, and I would like to invite you to drink tea and appraise treasures. I wonder if I can give you some face?"

Hu Shun's influence in the entertainment industry is also due to his ability to know the goods.

He stared at the stall owner's painting and studied it all morning before he judged that it was genuine.

And Mr. Yan took a few glances at it before asking his grandson to buy it for him. He has a big hand and a poisonous eye. He is a veteran at first glance!
Such talents are more valuable than any treasure.

How could Yunxiao Pavilion let it go?

Appreciating treasures, the ulterior motive is not in the bar!
Bai Meimei can see it, why can't Mr. Yan see it.

The stall owner was in a hurry, and rushed to say: "We have to go to the bank first!"

Mr. Yan glanced at Yanjing Mountain, and said: "You guys go to the bank with Mr. Yan, I'll have some tea first, you can come to me later."

Mr. Yan was willing to appreciate it, and Mr. Qian was overjoyed, and made an invitation gesture, "Please."

Old Master Yan went with Master Qian, and the group of people led by Master Qian also withdrew.

Bai Meimei was a little worried and said: "Grandpa Yan will be fine, right?"

Yan Jingshan lowered his eyes and called Cheng Xiong, the captain of the security team.

Master Yan led the way into the Yunxiao Pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings.

An old-fashioned smell hits the face.

Looking carefully, the entire Yunxiao Pavilion is actually full of valuable antique furniture, not much worse than the ones in Mr. Yan's previous study.

Seeing that Mr. Yan still had a calm face when he saw these things, Mr. Qian became more determined. He is an extraordinary expert.

A woman in a cheongsam brought the best Longjing tea, and Mr. Yan tasted it and said, "Good tea!"

Master Qian smiled and said politely, "As long as you like it."

Immediately afterwards, eight women in cheongsams with outstanding figures came in one after another, holding the baby, and stood in a straight line.

For a moment, the other men in Yunxiao Pavilion didn't know whether to look at the beauty or the baby.

Of the eight treasures, each of the four treasures of the study occupies one piece, and each of the gold, silver, jade, and porcelain wares occupies another piece.

Moreover, the ages of these eight babies are different.

It's appreciation, but it's just a scene where Master Qian tested Mr. Yan's ability.

Mr. Yan was invited by Master Qian to take a closer look. They walked around, and Master Qian tentatively said, "How about these treasures? Do you like them? If you like them, sir, you can take them away."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yan lowered his face and said coldly: "Thanks, I'm not interested in fakes."

Master Qian was surprised: "How could it be all fakes, sir, did you read it wrong?"

Clearly one of them is true.

These things are high imitation enough to confuse the real thing, with just a few glances, it can be seen that most of these things are fake, which still makes Master Qian admire.

Mr. Yan shook his head, "A fake is a fake, no matter how well it is made, it is still fake."

Mr. Yan's hand pointed to the three-color blue-glazed three-legged plate unearthed in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and emphasized.

(End of this chapter)