Chapter 77

"Wu Shao, you, you..." The other two men and women tried to escape by holding their noses, but they were afraid that Wu Shao would settle the accounts in the future, and they would not escape. This taste was really unbearable.

"I must have had a bad stomach. Gang Shao, why are you still in a daze? Help me to buy a pair of pants quickly. I'll wait for you in the bathroom of this shop first. " Wu Shao put his hands behind him and ran to the antique shop.

Yang Xingchen smiles, carrying a club to mix in the crowd and continues to walk forward.

After a few shops, he saw Wan Dong shaking his head and coming out of a calligraphy and painting shop. He saw Yang Xingchen carrying a club. Wan Dong was surprised, "brother, did you buy this? You won't tell me, buy it back and prepare to beat clothes? Ha ha ha

"Haha, I don't know why, I always think this mallet is a little strange, so I bought it."

Listen to Yang Xingchen so a say, Wan Dong eyes a bright, a won the gavel, "I see, I see."

He retreated to the side of the road and looked in his hand for a long time. He shook his head. "I'm afraid you've really lost your sight this time. How can I feel that he's just an ordinary gavel that can't be used in an ordinary club?"

When Yang Xingchen looked at it, he also subconsciously looked up at the gavel, which made him find a Duanran.

You know, after Yang Xingchen's eyes broke through the Qingming acupoint, he was three points worse than the magnifying glass and night vision mirror. When he looked carefully, he immediately found a slight crack at one end of the mallet.

Of course, cracks in the mallet are normal. The problem is, he's in the crack and he sees dry glue. Who can pour glue into the crack of the mallet?

Is there something in the stick oil?

"Give it to me. I seem to have found something." Yang Xingchen took the mallet, then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a folding fruit knife. When I opened the knife, the light of the knife flashed, and it went deep. Then he grasped one side with one hand and made an effort. With a click, he broke off the mallet.

Brush, a thing fell from the gavel toward the ground, Yang Xingchen reaction is very fast, whoosh bent down to catch. It's a long thing wrapped in oilcloth.

"I grass, I grass, is there really something? Who is so resourceful that he empties the mallet and hides things in it. Brother, open it and see what it is Wan Dong called excitedly.

Yang Chenchen carefully opened the oilcloth bag with the fruit knife in his hand. There was a layer of silk wrapped in it. When he made silk, an antique fan was presented to them.

On the front of the fan, there are many hazy mountains. The trees nearby are rich and the wild flowers are blooming. Several birds stop at the head of the tree and open their mouths to sing. A child is hiding behind a big tree and is aiming at the birds on the top of the tree with a bow and arrow.

There is also a poem on the back of the fan: in the hometown of mangrove Huang fangye, the dog barks at the fence every day. There is nothing else to do at the village meeting. It must be someone who comes to see the flowers! The signature is Tang Yin with a red seal underneath. If you look carefully, it's Tang Bohu.

"Damn it! It's Tang Bohu's fan! You're lucky Wan Dong swallowed his saliva fiercely, his eyes were red with envy.

"It's really good. Even people who don't know calligraphy and painting feel it's very good. Brother Wan, this fan should be more expensive than the last dead man's painting "

hearing Yang Xingchen say that his beloved crow in the wheat field is a dead man's painting, Wan Dong turned his eyes and said," you boy, let's talk about this in front of me. If other painting masters know, they won't kill you! "

"When it comes to price, the price of this fan is much lower than that of the painting! You know, although Tang Bohu has made great achievements in painting, he has painted too many fans in his life. As the saying goes, "rare is precious."

"Last time I saw a Tang Bohu fan in old man Yan's place. Old man Yan bought it for 400000 yuan. Although the price of each fan is different, it is not as high as there. It's estimated that the fan in your hand won't exceed one million, brother. Do you want to sell it? "

"No, I don't sell it. What this fan gives me is the feeling of calmness and freshness, so I don't sell it."

"Oh, that's it." Although Wandong wants to buy it, Yang Xingchen refuses to sell it. Of course, he is reluctant.

Thinking that he accidentally got a genuine Tang Bohu, Yang Xingchen was a little proud. He picked up the fan and gently fanned himself a few times.

Suddenly, the cold light in the fan flashed, and a white light shot to his left eye. Yang Xingchen is scared to shout a, subconsciously want to close an eye to get out of the way. But on the one hand, the distance was too close, and on the other hand, the speed of the white light was too fast for him to react at all. He only felt a little acid rise in his left eye, and he could not help covering his eyes and exclaiming.

"What's the matter with you, brother?" Wan Dong was shocked.

"Emma, I don't know what's flying into my eyes." Yang Xingchen rubbed his tearful left eye and blinked a few times. He felt that the sour feeling was slowly disappearing. Then he looked up at Wan Dong. I almost screamed again.

Wan Dong's left eye could see his heart beating directly. But his right eye is normal.Yang Xingchen was surprised. Did he say that his left eye had perspective function in advance? But isn't Yixian Jue that you can have perspective function only after you have aura in your body? Yes, it must have something to do with the white light from the fan!

He looked down at the fan in his hand. He was shocked again. He found that the arrow in the child's hand was missing. God, the white light just now is not the arrow shot by the child in the painting, is it?

"What are you thinking, brother? Come on, you found something missing. I'm still empty. Let's go ahead and see if there is a calligraphy and painting shop yet. " Wan Dong was in a hurry.

Yang Xingchen forced the excitement in his heart. Oh, he put away his fan and followed Wandong forward.

It's not even in front of the original shop. Every family is full of people, and they are dreaming of getting rich overnight.

Yang Xingchen looked up and saw a stone shop also pulled up a banner, which said a knife heaven and a knife hell!

"Come on, brother, go in and have a look!" Wan Dong pulls Yang Xingchen and walks into the courtyard.

The original stone in the courtyard is divided into two parts, one is full gambling wool, the other is half gambling wool. As we all know, the so-called all wool gambling is the original stone that has not yet been cut. Everyone depends on their eyesight and luck. If you win the bet, you will be lucky. If you don't win, there's no way.

The so-called semi gambling wool is to open one or more small windows on a piece of raw stone, so that you can see the jade meat inside. Needless to say, half a bet on the price of wool is certainly outrageous.

However, even in the expensive, also can not stop the desire in people's hearts. What's more, in the minds of most Chinese, the more expensive things are, the better. Therefore, there are not as many people who gamble on wool and stone as there are people who gamble on half area.