This is Yang Huan's first time in Beijing.
I haven't been here before, I don't remember much, but after the journey, he has come for the first time.
But it feels not so pleasant!
These few days have just caught up with the smog in the capital, and the air is really terrible.
Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqing made preparations early and prepared masks in advance.
As soon as he walked out of the airport gate, he could easily see Zhuang Zicheng in the crowd.
"Sister, Brother Huan, here!"
This kid looked very excited in the crowd, waving his hands constantly.
"When did you come?" Zhuang Ziqing walked over and asked with concern.
It can be seen that their siblings are in a very good relationship.
"It's here the day before yesterday!" As he said, he reached out and took the luggage from his sister.
"Go, I will let Uncle Zhong drive to the gate and wait!"
Both Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing wore masks, which looked like ordinary people.
Although the masks can't cover Zhuang Ziqing's graceful appearance, there are more people with angels and devil faces these days.
Coupled with the development of the Internet, many people are used to it.
Two black Volkswagens came to pick them up. The driver in front was a middle-aged man in his fifties, unsmiling.
But Yang Huan knew very well that this was a soldier, and he was still the most elite soldier.
So, he just nodded at the driver and sat directly in the back row.
"Sister, you sit in the back, I sit in the front!"
After Zhuang Zicheng helped put the luggage into the rear compartment, he ran to open the front passenger seat door.
Zhuang Ziqing immediately flushed with shame again, glared at her brother angrily, hesitated, and sat in shyly.
Yang Huan thought it was funny, your kid is doing bad things with kindness!
If Zhuang Zicheng didn't say anything, then Zhuang Ziqing must have come in naturally.
But he just pierced the window paper, which made Zhuang Ziqing feel ashamed and annoyed, not having a moving style.
This is the capital city, and there is no threat, so Long Wu and Feng Jiu were arranged to sit in a car behind them.
Two black Volkswagens slowly drove out of the Capital Airport.
Looking at the rear mirror, Long Wu and Feng Jiu, who were sitting in the rear car, saw that they had just started, and someone was calling at the gate.
"Master, come with our people!" Long Wu said on WeChat.
Yang Huan smiled slightly, "Let them follow!"
"know!"
Zhuang Ziqing looked worried and seemed to have guessed something.
On the contrary, Zhuang Zicheng was a little curious.
"Brother Huan, is someone following you?"
The driver glanced at the far distance from the rear view mirror, "Master Zicheng, the last white car!"
Zhuang Zicheng turned his head and saw Long Wu and their car behind a white Camry not too far away.
"Brother Huan, do you want me to send them for you?"
That appearance, that posture, it seems that this kid is also a little overlord of the capital on weekdays!
Yang Huan smiled, "No need, just follow along if you like, I see when they can follow!"
Zhuang Zicheng curled his lips and didn't say much.
On the contrary, it was the driver's loyal uncle who secretly glanced at the young master Huan who had met for the first time from the rear mirror.
It doesn't seem to be the rumored dude!
"By the way, Zicheng, where can I appreciate antiques in Beijing?"
"Antique?" Zhuang Zicheng frowned.
He is a lively young man, not interested in antiques at all.
"If Master Huan wants to appreciate antiques, he must go to the antique market in Beijing, which is the world's largest antique trading market. Even many authoritative experts like to go there!"
"Really?" Yang Huan listened and nodded, "Uncle Zhong, which one is more famous?"
"Hold the golden pavilion!" Uncle Zhong replied.
But soon, another sentence was added.
"The old man usually goes there to drink tea Jianbao."
Presumably, he felt that Yang Huan wanted to buy a gift to give to Mrs. Zhuang as a birthday present, and to do what he liked.
As everyone knows, Yang Huan has already bought the gift, but he doesn't even know the origin of the gift.
For this gift, you have to know who is the last name of this gift, right?
"Okay, please loyal uncle, send me to the Cangjin Pavilion!"
"Okay, just on the way!"
Zhuang Ziqing reluctantly asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
After the previous two or three months of contact, their feelings can be said to have increased day by day, after all, it is the stage of marriage talks.
Sometimes I think about it, it doesn’t seem to be a big problem to get married first and fall in love.
More importantly, Zhuang Ziqing is a very traditional woman in her bones. She barely asks Yang Huan about other things, and never mentions Zhang Ning or anyone else.
This is very appetite for Yang Huan.
"No, you are tired too, go home and rest!"
Zhuang Ziqing nodded obediently, "Then where do you live?"
"My family has a house in Beijing, don't worry!" Yang Huan said with a smile.
After his grandfather Yang Baoping retired, he decided to return to Longhai to take care of his life, so he retired all the houses and cars allocated to him by the government, showing his determination.
Later, Yang Wenfeng often came to Beijing to do business, so he bought a house in the core area of Beijing.
Yang Huan called the house two days ago. It is estimated that the servant has already cleaned up and is waiting for him to move in!
"Then...or, let Zicheng accompany you!" Zhuang Ziqing was still a little worried.
She knew Yang Huan's temper. With her own younger brother, she could take care of everything.
"Yes, Brother Huan, I'm fine anyway, let's go with you!"
Yang Huan just needed someone familiar with it, so he agreed.
Soon, Uncle Zhong drove to the antique market in Beijing.
Longwu naturally wanted to accompany Yang Huan, so Feng Jiu got into Uncle Zhong's car, and the other one stayed to wait for Yang Huan and the others.
This is the first time Yang Huan has visited the antique market, and he looks fresh.
This is the world's largest antique trading market, with a very large area. This is still in the capital city, which shows how popular the antique trading market is.
After entering the market, Yang Huan looked around and watched the excitement.
On the other hand, Zhuang Zicheng randomly found a passer-by, asked about the location of the Tibetan Golden Pavilion, and left.
The hidden gold pavilion is on the ground floor of the antique market. The area is not large, but the antique treasures displayed inside are dazzling. In addition, the overall decoration has a strong antique Chinese style, which is very flavorful.
As soon as I walked in, I smelled a faint sandalwood incense.
"Welcome, do you need anything?"
A middle-aged man wearing a primitive scribe's robe immediately greeted him, holding his fist and saluting, his eyes passed by Yang Huan and Long Wu, a little surprised.
When I saw Zhuang Zicheng again, his eyes lit up.
The most important thing for a business person is a pair of eyes.
"It turned out to be Master Zhuang!"
"Do you know me?" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, but it was his first time here.
"Elder Zhuang is a regular customer in our shop. He sent an antique to your mansion before he went down, and I saw Master Zhuang golden noodles!"
"is it?"
Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised. He remembered it once he saw it, and he didn't know how long it was.
The middle-aged scribe smiled faintly, "Master Zhuang is here, please go upstairs!"
Only then did they know that there was actually a second floor in this hidden golden pavilion.
I went up to the second floor from the mahogany stairs, only to find that there is something special here.
The second floor is modeled on the design of an ancient tea house, with a special passage that comes directly upstairs from outside the market.
That is to say, Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng, who are not clear about the way, come in from the bustling antique market.
At this time, there were a lot of guests on the second floor. Some of them were drinking tea, some were teasing birds, and some were looking at treasures in front of some glass cabinets. They seemed to be a group of antique lovers who were not rich or expensive.
"Master Zhuang, this master, our boss is here!"
On the opposite side, two gray-haired old people walked over, one with a ruddy face, walking vigorously.
One was leaning on crutches and looked very old.
The middle-aged scribes stepped forward, held a fist at the old man with a cane, and leaned to the ear of the ruddy old man, and whispered a few words. The latter looked at Zhuang Zicheng and Yang Huan with his jaw. With a smile, came over.
"Master Zhuang!"
"Boss!" Zhuang Zicheng also clasped his fists and saluteed like them.
"This is my elder brother, his surname is Yang!"
"Young Master Yang!" The boss held his fist and saluted again.
But he felt polite, but somewhat arrogant as a literati.
"I don't know if Master Zhuang is coming here, does Master Zhuang have any instructions?"
"That's not true!" Zhuang Zicheng shook his head.
The boss was obviously disappointed.
It seems that Mr. Zhuang is a big customer in his shop.
"I heard that the boss's appreciation ability is well-known in the capital. My elder brother bought a gadget from a friend before. I want to ask the boss to appreciate it and see if I can find out the source!"
Although it was not here to do business, it was the Zhuang family and the boss didn't dare to be careless, and immediately looked at Yang Huan.
"Master Yang, please!"
Yang Huan took out the wooden box of warm jade from his pocket, and a burst of fragrance immediately fragrant, making the eyes of the few people close at hand bright.
At least this box is not vulgar!
Especially the old man leaning on crutches, his eyes were staring at the wooden box in Yang Huan's hand, as if there was a strong * going to open it and take a look to see what was inside.
Yang Huan didn't delay too much. He didn't have any interest in admiring antiques, so he just opened it.
The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked disappointed, isn't it just an ordinary jade pendant?
It just seems to be bloodshot inside.
The boss seemed a little surprised at first, he screamed, but he got closer and looked at it carefully.
After watching for two or three minutes, he shook his head.
"How much did the jade pendant cost Young Master Yang?"
"One and a half million!" Yang Huan replied.
After hearing this, the boss smiled, shook his head and said: "Young Master Yang, you have been cheated!"
"Be deceived?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.
"This jade pendant is really good, but it's definitely not worth such a high price. It is an ancient character, but I can't recognize what the character is. It's a bit like a ghost symbol. I can conclude that it is a fake, but It’s just a little old."
"No way!" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised when he heard Yang Huan talk about the origin of jade pendant.
"Boss, do you want to see more clearly?"
The boss smiled and shook his head, "Two young masters, my eyes don’t know how many antiques I taste every day. If I still have such confidence, I can’t read it wrong. If I buy this antique, it will cost me 10,000. !"
Ten thousand?
Damn you, I spent 1.5 million!
However, looking at the confident appearance of the boss, he really believed him a little bit!
After all, they are experts in this industry!
Besides, at the time of the auction, the British did not say what antique treasure was it?
Yang Huan was a little unexpected, but the jade pendant that he spent 150,000 pounds to photograph was actually a fake?
Grandma is a bear, it's strange that the Duke of Westminster can't go back!
Although £150,000 is not worth mentioning, it feels uncomfortable to be cheated, right?
"Young Master Yang, you have to find a reputable one to buy antiques. Our Cangjin Pavilion is a long-established store. It is a young man and everyone in the antique industry in Beijing knows that if you are interested, please feel free to visit!"
After speaking, he clasped his fists again, "Excuse me, I still have something, forgive me, forgive me!"
Then he walked away with the middle-aged scribe, obviously to entertain a customer.
Yang Huan looked at the jade pendant in the wooden box in his hand, then looked at Zhuang Zicheng, and curled his lips.
"Damn it, even antiques have learned plastic surgery these days, so why don't they let people live?"
Zhuang Zicheng didn't make any difference, and could only smile wryly, "Just treat it as a lesson!"
Fortunately, Brother Huan is rich and wealthy, only 1.5 million yuan, no pain!
"Go!"
Yang Huan knows I am not here to buy things, and the owner of the treasure house is not much interested in entertaining you.
Simply, not even tea.
No way, people open the door to do business!
Could it be possible that you smashed someone's shop?
The two went downstairs and found a remote alleyway downstairs, but they were clean.
Obviously, this road is specially designed to cater to those distinguished guests.
Within two steps, an old voice came from behind.
"Two, please stay!"
Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng heard this and immediately turned around.
But I saw the old man on crutches chasing up from behind.
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