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When he woke up in the morning, the hangover did not make Wei Fan feel dizzy. After putting on his clothes, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Only then did he realize that there was a big red handprint on his face. It was obvious that he had been slapped in the face.

Who dares to touch the earth on the face of someone too old? Although it did not hurt, but to wake up so early in the morning and see how his body looked, Wei Fan was still extremely depressed.

It couldn't be Lao Jiang, although this old man's body is still strong, his hand strength is not that great, not to mention that the other party slapped him for no reason! Could it be Xiao Shengnan? But she didn't seem to have offended her!

Wei Fan looked in the mirror and started to recall who he offended last night. Lao Jiang's loud voice came from outside the bathroom.

"Little Wei, you're up already!"

He could not use this appearance to face the Lao Jiang. He used his true qi to scan his face and the red handprint disappeared without a trace.

Lao Jiang sat on the bed that Wei Fan had just woken up on, looking at him with a face full of smiles. Annoyed, he asked, "Is there a flower growing on my face?"

It didn't grow flowers, but he never would have thought that the unassuming Little Wei would have this kind of ability. Lao Jiang sighed, "Not bad, not bad at all. Last time on the Public Plate, I saw a little girl with a pretty face beside you. I never thought that this capital also had a close female friend, who looked like my Lao Jiang in the past! "

Looking at Lao Jiang whose hair was sparse and whose face was full of wrinkles, Wei Fan was suspicious of his words. He knew that the person he was referring to was Xiao Shengnan, who sent him back last night.

The Lao Jiang woke up early in the morning and had already bought some soy milk and youtiao. The two of them had eaten their fill, Wei Fan thought of the jade he brought yesterday, and curiously said: "Let me see the fruits of your one night."

Arriving at the small workshop, Wei Fan realized that the jade did not have much of a change, it was just that a few corners were slightly rounded, he did not expect the Lao Jiang to have a hobby of sharpening things.

But after hearing Wei Fan's question, the Lao Jiang cried out in grief and indignation: "Little Wei, I have never been lazy when it comes to working. "What's more, my speed is pretty fast in the circle."

Since there was an expert in the field, Wei Fan was no longer entangled with the Lao Jiang on the issue of whether or not he was a fast shooter. After the Lao Jiang calmed down, he told Wei Fan his plan. He originally planned to carve a spirit monkey peach using the shape of the emerald jade.

After listening for a while, Wei Fan said, "Then wouldn't that still be understandable?"

Lao Jiang was completely speechless towards Wei Fan's thoughts, he chased him out of his own studio and decided to never open the door to him again.

Being mixed up by Wei Fan, Lao Jiang's creative thinking was also put on hold, as he kept thinking about Wei Fan's "Monkey Steals Peach". Moreover, that old friend of his was also not an elegant person, maybe it was just as Wei Fan thought, he just had to think of the monkey to dig out the peach.

When he was in Flower Capital, Wei Fan had been living in his house all day. If he was still staying at home when he came to Beijing, it would be better for him to immediately board a plane and go home.

Seeing that Wei Fan was about to go out for a walk, Old Jiang suddenly thought of something. After leaving the house with Wei Fan, he started a BMW that was parked on the side of the road. Seeing that even this old man knew how to drive, Wei Fan felt quite ashamed.

The Pan Family home in Beijing was the biggest antiques market in the country, perhaps it was also the largest in the world. Even in this age of counterfeit goods, the Pan Family had many real goods. Of course, if he were to think about the past again, he wouldn't be able to buy an item that would open the big door after spending tens or even hundreds of dollars.

As someone from the old Beijing, Lao Jiang had always wanted to see the Pan Family prosper. When he was young, he always wanted to be able to get rich overnight.

After parking the car, the two slowly entered the antique market.

At this point, many people were still sleeping, but the Pan Family had already become more lively, shoulder to shoulder, and many of them were travelers from outside the city, Wei Fan was one of them.

This place was very suitable for Wei Fan's appetite, and the real old objects would also carry spirit energy, which allowed Wei Fan to sense them. Wei Fan had been to the antique market in Flower Capital a few times, and only met an ancient tree. The Pan Family was much larger than the capital, so they might be able to obtain what they wanted today!

After buying many fake goods and returning home, every time Lao Jiang came back, he would not bring any money with him. No matter how those talkative peddlers tried to tempt him, he would not be fooled. Seeing Wei Fan looking left and right, the Lao Jiang booed: "Little Wei, you came all the way here, why not pick a few? It might even be the real deal! "

Wei Fan said seriously: "Of course I have to choose a few, but I still have to see which ones are real antiques."

Seeing Wei Fan's arrogant tone, Lao Jiang did not add more fuel to the fire. Instead, he accompanied Wei Fan by his side, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, he still could not find any pause in Wei Fan's footsteps.

Knowing that this old man harbored malicious intentions, Wei Fan said disdainfully, "The mountaineer naturally has his own brilliant plan."

But after walking around the market for a long time, Wei Fan disappointedly discovered that the situation here was the same as the flower. It wasn't that there weren't any good items, but they had all been appraised by others. The price was ridiculously high.

They only thought that since Wei Fan was determined, the Lao Jiang would not waste any more time with him. Although the Pan Family mainly sold antiques, there were also many old shops, some for food and some for entertainment.

The two of them went into a candied fruits shop. When they came out, one of them was holding a stick of candied fruits.

As he ate the bright red candied flakes, his mouth felt sour from it. Wei Fan did not try to feel the spirit energy anymore, as he was attracted by the group of people in front of him.

He walked over and saw a white cloth, a dice bowl and three bowls on the floor.

This kind of trick could be used all over the country, but it was Wei Fan's first time seeing it. Realizing that Wei Fan was looking at him with interest, the Lao Jiang did not remind him that this old fellow was very cunning.

Soon, one of the onlookers walked out, took out ten yuan, and passed it to the vendor. The stall owner used an empty bowl with the bowl's mouth turned down to cover the dice. He then slowly moved the three bowls from time to time. The simple and honest stall owner said, "Guess which bowl the dice are in. If you guessed correctly, I'll compensate you with twenty yuan."

Of course, he had easily guessed it right. The ten pieces just now had become twenty. Following that, someone else bet 100, and in the end, they also managed to win back 200.

This scene made many of the greedy spirits feel uneasy, and they wanted to go up and try as well.

Seeing that there was someone in the crowd who was clearly moved, a trace of craftiness flashed through the old man's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.

Finally, someone couldn't hold it in anymore and walked up to the booth owner. He immediately took out five hundred pills and said, "Let me try."

That foolish brat was obviously Wei Fan.