Taoist Quick Wear

"Let's be frank. What do you think of the Treasure Pavilion?" Boss Su said straight to the point.

"Not very good." Si Qingyan was very pertinent.

"..." Boss Su was speechless for a moment. How should he continue?

"Rich people won't come to this street and won't see the Treasure Pavilion, and poor people can't afford it."

The location of the Treasure Pavilion is a bit problematic. There are shops selling rice and cloth nearby. There is a dance hall across the street, and there is an antique and treasure shop outside that alley. The whole street is full of them. If the Treasure Pavilion is opened there, it will definitely have a lot of business.

Across the street, but it is two different worlds.

"You are right, but the store will only be opened here." Boss Su sighed, his expression was a little complicated, as if he was reminiscing about something.

"You take the contract yourself, I want this." Si Qingyan shook the sandalwood Buddhist beads.

"It's just that the wood is good. If you like it, take it and play with it." Boss Su was very kind.

Si Qingyan looked at the boss suspiciously. So generous?

"Really, I, Su Dongzhi, never lie."

"Okay." Si Qingyan put the sandalwood beads on her wrist, which fit her perfectly. The wooden beads were deep in color, with a warm luster. Each one was very small. There were a total of 108 sandalwood beads in this string, and there were still some gaps after four circles.

Boss Su took a look and thought it was really beautiful.

The white wrist was covered with Buddhist beads, which inexplicably gave her a more ethereal aura. When she lowered her hands, the Buddhist beads tilted slightly downward, making her fingers look more slender and her joints more distinct.

Boss Su looked at his fat little hands, and the idea of ​​wearing Buddhist beads stopped immediately.

"Let's check the authenticity of the goods today." Boss Su had calmed down now. He couldn't return the fake goods now. Even if they were fake, they wouldn't necessarily fall on his hands.

"Have you learned or practiced it specifically?" Even if Si Qingyan had no relationship with Si Qingheng, she was very worth winning over in his eyes.

"Intuition." Si Qingyan had not studied antiquity appraisal, nor could she accurately say certain professional terms, so she could only be considered an entry-level expert in this area.

"..." Boss Su was full of disbelief.

If you don't want to say it, then don't say it.

"Just treat it as intuition, put the real ones here, and the fake ones there." Boss Su marked out a space, put the real ones on one side and the fake ones on the other.

"Okay." Si Qingyan was very satisfied that he got something for nothing today and wanted a string of sandalwood beads. Although the sandalwood beads don't look unusual, they can absorb the scattered spiritual energy, and now there are a lot of them. In such a barren world, this kind of material that can naturally absorb spiritual energy is very rare. If it is well nurtured, it may be able to upgrade in the future when it goes to a world with higher spiritual energy.

There are not many antiquities displayed outside the Treasure Pavilion. He will only have more than a hundred pieces next time, of which twelve are real and the rest are fakes. Among the fakes, there are about 20 to 30 pieces that Boss Su thought were "real", and the loss has probably exceeded tens of thousands of silver dollars.

"It's okay, I'll resell it when the time comes."

"The foreigners like this."

Boss Su showed a cunning smile. The foreigners were affectionately called foreigners by the Chinese at that time. Of course, there were other names, such as red-haired ghosts, foreign ghosts, etc.

"What if you are discovered?" Si Qingyan was a little worried about Boss Su's personal safety.

"I didn't even realize that it was fake, could the foreigners find it?"

"As long as my things are made real enough, the foreigners can't tell."

"And how can I put it... They value craftsmanship more than history. I have also done some business with them. They are all very cunning, but very rich."

"Don't tell others, we all do this in our business. When we meet foreigners, we kill them to death, and after killing them, they will give us a thumbs up."

Boss Su's smile gradually disappeared, and he cursed again,

"It is said that there is no business without cunning, Merchants make money from national disasters, but the genuine goods in the hands of foreigners are not much from our hands. Some of the Eight Banners children have been living a life of idleness and waiting for death for countless years. All the things in their homes are pawned. They sell all the plates, bowls, and ancient books they used to use to foreigners. After getting a sum of money, they close the door of their houses, live a life of drunkenness, smoke opium, and play with women..."

"If I met them, I could get a bunch of good things by giving them a few dollars..."

"But they have learned to be smart and will raise the price without even checking whether it is junk. Alas."

Boss Su was very sorry.

"Are you still in school now?" Boss Su wanted to find a clerk to accompany him when he posted a notice outside the Treasure Pavilion. He really looked down on those ordinary, skinny people who were a little timid in their words and deeds.

You can do anything in this business, but you can't be timid.

You have to be bold and careful, smart, have good eyesight, and have a good memory, otherwise you can't even be a clerk.

Of course, he did use the notice to enjoy the dusting service of the strange boy every day.

"Yeah."

"When you have nothing to do, you can come to my place, help me, and look at the goods. Now it's a holiday, come and take a look every day, learn something, maybe it will be useful in the future." Boss Su wanted to take an apprentice, but he was disgusted by his godson, and didn't want to establish a relationship, didn't want to have any master-apprentice relationship, and just wanted to take care of Si Qingyan in this unclear way.

"Okay."

"You can just call me boss at ordinary times." Boss Su sighed, thinking about the future, he was still very confused.

It's good now, I don't know what it will be like in a few years.

Since ancient times, the Celestial Empire has been vast and rich in resources, but now, the country is poor and the people are weak. How can those foreigners not covet it...

"We are also people who have lived and died together, so please take care of me in the future." Boss Su was referring to the sword and gun duel yesterday.

"Boss, you are not bad." Si Qingyan originally thought that Boss Su was a treacherous villain, but now she found that there were some interesting elements hidden in Boss Su's fat body.

"How can it be, I am not a good person, otherwise you can see that I am alone now, and there is no one to serve tea and water." Boss Su spread his hands, very helpless.

"There is no such thing as a pure good or bad person." Si Qingyan comforted.

Looking at the gold and jade rings on Boss Su's fat fingers, you can tell that he is not the kind of person who can't afford a concubine. Boss Su also has a very old silver ring on his finger, which is worn alone on his ring finger.

"That's right." Boss Su smiled, counted the fakes, and put them back on the shelf.

Except for the bronze tripod, there was actually not much loss.

"In fact, people in my line of work usually don't put all the real stuff out. I was planning to show you, but I'm afraid I can't handle it today... I'll take a closer look myself first, and I'll let you take a look when I'm free."

Boss Su has another room upstairs, which is dedicated to storing real stuff, but it's empty now.

Because there are very few customers coming in here, and everyone who comes in is an uninvited guest.

"Eat with me in the store at noon, food is included." Boss Su went to the small store next door and ordered two bowls of beef noodles, and sat in the store with Si Qingyan to eat.

"Do you like spicy food?" Boss Su saw a layer of red oil floating in Si Qingyan's bowl and showed a surprised expression.

"My hands are shaking." Si Qingyan originally planned to add only a little bit, but the spicy oil thing... it's hard to take back what's been done.

Boss Su forced himself to hold back his laughter, and finally choked and shook, almost suffocating.

The afternoon was spent with Boss Su introducing antiques and Si Qingyan studying, and they had already decided to go to Ruiyuan Building together in the evening.

Shortly after the sun set, there was still light in the sky, and the pedestrians coming and going became complicated. There were wives in cheongsam being pulled away by rickshaws, children playing and fighting, middle-aged and elderly men in long gowns and long braids, and people in suits and leather shoes passing by in a hurry. A street, a mixture of people from different worlds, looked strange and harmonious.

Liu Saner had changed into a clean black gown, but he didn't look like a scholar. The smile on his face was still warm and well-behaved, but his eyes were narrow and could not hide his hostility and cunning. He brought three younger brothers with him. This was his face and the face of his younger brothers. Of course, he had more than these three younger brothers. He gave some silver dollars to the rest and let them go to eat something good.

After this time, the younger brothers would definitely compete to show off and strive to make face with Liu Saner next time. Boss Su treated him to a meal to give Liu Saner face. If Liu Saner brought a dozen younger brothers to Ruiyuan Building, it would be not giving Boss Su face.

The lights in Ruiyuan Building were bright. Someone reserved the second floor. A play was ordered in the middle. The actors were singing. Boss Su sat on the first floor with Si Qingyan and others.

"This play is about the lock of the peacock." Liu Saner listened to a few words and signaled Boss Su to start eating first.

"I don't know who reserved the second floor today... Brothers, eat." Boss Su picked up his chopsticks and casually picked up a chopstick, letting Liu Saner and others eat and drink as they pleased.

"Human feelings are determined by heaven, who can move him a little bit.

I am rich and she is young, she is hungry and cold and I am delicate.

Give me a coral treasure, and she will live in the Phoenix Nest for half her life..."

The female role singer gently spread her sleeves, her figure was as soft as flowing water, and she could not hide her gentle and noble temperament.

"You sing well, reward."

A clear young man's voice suddenly came from the second floor.

Si Qingyan looked up and saw a young man in a white gown.

The young man was very good-looking, handsome as jade, but he had a gloomy and cold aura around him. Even when he was smiling and praising people, people still felt fear subconsciously.

The female role in the opera bowed gently and thanked the young man for the reward.

"That's the third son of Wen."

Boss Su saw Si Qingyan looking upstairs and whispered a reminder.

"All the businessmen here are protected by the Wen family."

Where there is white, there is black. Now that white has been squeezed to a small position, black is spreading out. The Wen family has taken over the business of all sizes and water transportation turnover in several nearby provinces. It is a famous big gang, and everyone gives the third son of Wen a little face.

The power and status of the third son of Wen is even greater than that of Si Qingheng, who is in the limelight. And it is more stable.

One relies on his father, and the other relies on his fiancée.

You can tell which is more important at a glance.

The stage is still humming, with sleeves half-covered, and the female dan cries and laughs.

The story of "The Lock of Hair" is about a young lady who heard someone crying and asked someone to ask why. She learned that the girl was getting married with a very small dowry and was sad and crying. She gave her lock of hair to the girl. Later, the young lady fell into trouble and met the girl by chance. The girl returned the favor and the ending was happy.

It is basically a story of good deeds and good rewards.

"Miss Zhao got the lock of hair and returned the favor. She is a rare good woman, but unfortunately there are not many people like her in the world. Brother Si, what do you think of this play?" asked the third son of Wen.

"It's well sung."

After the third son of Wen sat back, the young officer opposite smiled politely and said slowly,

"But... I don't like listening to plays."