My alternative life

I reacted and looked at Yao Jing suspiciously and asked, "girl, have you already understood that there is something fishy in it? Well, you dare to cheat me! Hum, what's it like to be your brother Feng? Do you mean to bully people? "

Yao Jing laughed, holding my arm like begging for mercy and acting like a coquetry, and said, "brother Feng, I'll go back and talk about it later. Now I'm in the car. I have something hard to say."

I think it's the same reason, so I didn't ask Yao Xin's advice and asked the driver to take us to Hilton.

Entering the room, Yao Jing looked around and said, "brother Feng, you are very luxurious here."

"It's OK," I said. "It's not a presidential suit or an imperial suit, but it must be a VIP suit. It's at least a few thousand dollars a night."

"Tut Tut, you are really rich. If you are a small teacher, how can you have so much money?" Yao Xin's eyes are confused.

I smile without too much explanation. I just say that the Hilton Hotel is an industry of my friend's family. Recently, it's off-season. There are a lot of free rooms in the hotel, so I live there without any money.

Yao Jing, without questioning, told me that she was going to take a bath.

My heart began to thump. Knowing that the wonderful moment was coming, I said, "OK, you can wash it first, so there's a bathrobe in it. When it's finished, I'll blow your hair."

She blushed a little and didn't dare to look at me. She just went into the bathroom like a frightened rabbit.

Soon the sound of water came out, and I was a little out of my mind. I imagined that Yao Jing's white body was foggy under the shower nozzle. Her hands covered her skin and rubbed gently

My eggs were almost broken. I didn't dare to think about it, and I couldn't help thinking about it. Finally, I had to run to the window, open it, and let the cold wind blow directly on my face.

With a cigarette in my mouth, I put my face on the seam of the open window, watching the stars outside, distracted or confused.

After more than ten minutes, Yao Jing came out of the bathroom.

However, she did not change into a bathrobe as I said, but stood in front of me in her own clothes.

"Brother Feng, do you want to wash it?"

"This That... " To tell you the truth, I'm a bit of a counsellor, just like my first brother, who had sex with a girl for the first time, suddenly didn't know what to do.

"Poof Pooh."

Yao Jing laughed and said, "why don't we talk first and wash it before going to bed?"

Oh, I don't know how to say it.

She didn't have any resistance. When she went back to the residence with me, she took a bath and went to bed when she shared a room with me - it was obvious that Yao Jing was going to sleep here tonight.

I snorted several times and finally said, OK, let's talk.

Looking for a topic in my heart, I suddenly thought of the question just now, so I asked Yao Jing, "girl, no, you have to make it clear to me. What's the matter? How do you know so well about antique paintings and calligraphy? Do you understand? What's more, if you understand, why didn't you say it when you were in the store just now, and let others pit us? "

Yao Jing seems to talk that I would ask like this, and he laughs back to me, "brother Feng, did I not tell you what I did before I went to prison?"

When I thought about it, she didn't mention it at all, and I didn't see the detailed information of Yao Jing from the prison administration department files, so I really didn't know what occupation Yao Jing had been engaged in.

"Yes, I don't know."

"Hee hee, guess what?"

"Where can I guess that?" Thinking of her words and her actions in the past few hours, I suddenly realized and asked, "Yao Jing, you didn't use to be a writer, did you? That's it. That's the kind of appraiser? "

"No, hee hee, but it's almost the same. I spent two years in college studying antique identification, but that knowledge is not very useful to me. I don't know much more than my classmates or even many teachers."

"Cow

I only use one word to represent the shock in my heart at the moment.

"Ordinary cow," I didn't expect that this time Yao Jing was rare and not modest. He said, "my family is in the antique business. My grandfather's children and uncle are now in the Ministry of justice. You know Mr. Yao. Er Bo is both an official and a businessman. He worked as a general manager and Secretary of the general Party branch in a state-owned enterprise with a total assets of 100 billion yuan. The corresponding administrative level is the Deputy ministerial level. It is said that he is very important to go to local areas and come out of the enterprise. My father is in the third line of business. He inherited my grandfather's mantle and started the antique business. There are several other aunts and uncles. Some of them also work in this line. Therefore, I have learned a lot about antiques since I was a child. I can be regarded as dabbling in them. "

As soon as I heard it, I knew that Yao Jing was modest again.

It's strange to say that she doesn't understand antiques. Maybe Yao Jing is even more expert than some experts on TV. After all, she has been in this field since she was a child and is far better than some theorists who have been on the road.

"Oh, we Yao Jing are so powerful

This time I was in deep admiration. I remember to ask the other party, "come on, since you know so well, why do you want to buy that painting which is obviously not worthy of its name?""Because I want to pick up the leak!"

Yao Jing laughs. At this moment, the young girl's careful thinking shows no doubt and says with some pride, "when I went in, I just looked around, but I found that there were some good things in the Bogu shelf and the cabinet, so I couldn't help it."

I nodded my head with great understanding. I understand that this is probably an occupational disease.

Just like me, it's also a kind of psychological occupational disease to always try to figure out other people's thoughts and analyze their psychological activities.

"But there are a lot of unwritten rules in antique shops, or the game between sellers and buyers."

Yao Jing tore up two cans of pop-up beer for me and her, handed it to me, touched Gudong, and Gudong drank several mouthfuls, then continued, "if I come up and run for those things I like, such as Fang Huizhou inkstone, indeed, the old man also saw that it was an old thing, he must have spent some money, such as several hundred yuan or one or two thousand yuan, but it was definitely not like him It belongs to the middle Qing Dynasty, but it's an old thing in the late Ming dynasty or the early Qing Dynasty. "

"What's the difference? After several decades and more than a hundred years, is there a big difference in price? "

"It's so bad!"

Yao Jing said to me seriously, "brother Feng, there was no official record of large-scale mining of Huizhou inkstones before the early Qing Dynasty, but in the middle and late Qing Dynasty, the production of this kind of inkstones suddenly increased, and it was once brilliant. But similarly, the items circulated in the market and collected by the people are from the period from the middle of the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, so there is a general range of value, which is less than 1000 or 2000 yuan. "