The heavens set sail from the courtyard

After Tong Wenjie agreed to go out to play with Fang Yifan, the whole family mobilized. Even Lin Lei'er, who originally didn't want to go out, had to follow the rules.

Wang Gang asked Fang Yifan to be his tour guide, so he was naturally responsible for the travel itinerary.

As the first stop, Fang Yifan chose the Forbidden City.

"Cousin, this is your first time in the capital. You must take a good look at the Forbidden City. There is also a memorial hall for great men next to it. You can go around." Fang Yifan quickly entered the role and found a small flag at home, which was a bit like a tour guide. look.

Fang Yifan's academic performance is not very good, but when it comes to playing, he is definitely an expert. He has visited the Forbidden City countless times and has countless historical allusions.

Tong Wenjie didn't take it seriously at first, but soon discovered that her son was a decent tour guide, and sometimes he could tell jokes and make people laugh.

Wang Gang took the opportunity to pull Tong Wenjie aside and said, "You see! My son is lively and active, and he can adjust the atmosphere, just like a pistachio."

Tong Wenjie said with a smile: "I'm just a skinny monkey, but I don't have a straight face all day long."

Wang Gang said: "To educate children, you should not criticize blindly, but also praise appropriately sometimes."

Tong Wenjie snorted coldly and said: "What is worthy of praise for him? With his achievements, there is not even room for regression."

Wang Gang frowned and said, "Don't always focus on his grades. He is only a few years old and his life has just begun. In addition to studying, there are still many things to go through."

Tong Wenjie was dissatisfied and said: "He is now a student. If a student doesn't study, what else can he do?"

"I think you have been with Song Qian for a long time and have caught her bad habits. You only care about your children's academic performance and don't care about anything else." Wang Gang said angrily.

"What's wrong with Song Qian? Look at how well she raised Yingzi." Tong Wenjie said.

"Qiao Yingzi looks very good on the surface, but who knows how depressed she is in her heart." Wang Gang felt sad when he recalled that in the plot, Qiao Yingzi finally suffered from depression.

"Did Qiao Weidong say something to you?" Tong Wenjie asked curiously.

"Don't worry about what he can tell me." Wang Gang caught up with the child and said, "It's almost time. Our next stop is Panjiayuan."

Fang Yifan waved the small flag in his hand and said: "This tourist, please pay attention to your identity. The next itinerary will be arranged by this tour guide. Please do not leave the group without permission."

Lin Lei'er was amused by Fang Yifan's pretending to be an adult. This was the first time he laughed since his mother passed away.

"Cousin, you can actually laugh." Fang Yifan exclaimed exaggeratedly, as if he had discovered a new world.

Lin Lei'er immediately stopped smiling.

Wang Gang knew that it would take time to get over grief. Fortunately, Lin Lei'er's problem was not serious. If he walked around more and saw new things, one day he would figure it out.

The four of them continued wandering and slowly arrived at Panjiayuan.

Panjiayuan was very lively at this time, with crowds of people and everything for sale. Wang Gang walked around but didn't see anything real.

Fang Yifan, on the other hand, was very cheerful, pulling his cousin to look around. He was very curious about everything, but the things he paid attention to were all a bit strange.

"Dad, come and see this, is it real?"

Fang Yifan finally fell in love with an ornament that looked like a rhinoceros horn with exquisite ancient patterns carved on it.

"You are really discerning. This is a collection from an ancient country on the Silk Road!" When the stall owner saw Fang Yifan, he seemed to be seeing a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Wang Gang casually glanced at the rhinoceros horn and shook his head: "This thing is just a fake."

The stall owner became anxious and said: "Why does this person say that my things are fake!?"

Wang Gang said disdainfully: "You said this is something from the Silk Road. Why are the cloud patterns of the Western Zhou Dynasty engraved on it?"

The stall owner was stunned, and immediately put away his things when he realized that he had met someone knowledgeable.

"Do you have anything real?" Wang Gang looked at the other things. None of them were real. They could only deceive uninformed foreign tourists.

"If you want to see the real thing, you have to go to Treasure Pavilion. The things on our stall here will definitely not appeal to you." The stall owner did not waste time and pointed to a shop not far away.

In fact, with the development of Panjiayuan, everyone knows that there are many fake items in it, but very few real items. Unlike the 90s and [-]s, there were still opportunities to pick up missing items, but now there is basically nothing to pick up.

Wang Gang didn't care and took his family to the "Treasure Pavilion".

After entering the store, Wang Gang found that there were many and miscellaneous things sold in the store, including jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, everything.

The things are indeed real things, but the prices are also really expensive, and there is basically no bargain.

Tong Wenjie took a fancy to a ruby ​​ring and shook her head silently when she saw the price.

"What do you guys want to buy?" When the clerk saw Wang Gang and the others, he was neither indifferent nor very enthusiastic.Fang Yifan said: "I want to buy a gift for the class teacher."

The clerk smiled and said: "We have Parker pens, which are very suitable for teachers."

Fang Yifan smiled and said: "You can also give me a pen."

The clerk, wearing white gloves, took out a pen from the counter.

Fang Yifan didn't care and said, "That's it!"

The clerk smiled and said: "Thank you, the total is 98888 yuan. How do I pay?"

Fang Yifan's heart trembled and he said in disbelief: "How much, ninety-eight thousand!? It's just a broken pen. Did you miss a decimal point?"

Wang Gang looked at the pen carefully, nodded and said: "It is indeed a limited edition of Parker brand in 2000. Ninety-eight thousand is not expensive at all."

Tong Wenjie tugged on Wang Gang's clothes and whispered, "Are you mistaken? Ninety-eight thousand is not expensive?"

The clerk explained: "This gentleman is really discerning. This pen is Parker's Millennium custom model. It is limited to a thousand pieces worldwide. This is the only pen in our store."

Tong Wenjie exclaimed, "No matter what, it's just a pen. Isn't ninety-eight thousand too exaggerated?"

Wang Gang smiled and said: "This price is reasonable. Someone bought one for 18 two years ago, but the number of the pen was within 100."

The clerk's eyes lit up and he said: "This one in our store is numbered 288. Although it is not within 100, this number has a good winning number and many people are interested in it."

"It's too expensive, I can't afford it." Fang Yifan stuck out his tongue and said, "I originally planned to use the New Year's money to buy a gift for the teacher. I am willing to give it to such an expensive gift, but the teacher dare not accept it!"

"Such an expensive gift is really not suitable for giving as a gift. Do you have ordinary pens in your store?" Wang Gang asked.

"Our store only sells rare items or limited editions. You need to go to a specialty store to buy regular editions." The clerk said politely.

"Forget it, let's go to the store and buy it!" Tong Wenjie would never spend [-] to buy a pen.

When the four of them were about to leave, an old man in his 70s or [-]s walked in from the door of the store.

The old man held a long wooden box and went straight to the store clerk.

"Mr. Liu, I told you that after expert appraisal, your painting has been confirmed to be a fake and our store will not accept it."

Old Man Liu vowed: "It's impossible. This painting has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. It can't be fake. There must be something wrong with your appraisal."

The clerk said impatiently: "The appraisers in our store are all well-known figures in Sijiu City, and they will never make mistakes in their appraisals."

Wang Gang stopped and his attention couldn't help but turn to Old Liu's box.

"Old sir, is this your thing?" Wang Gang walked over and said.

Old man Liu looked at Wang Gang suspiciously, wondering what he was going to do!
"Can I see your painting?" Wang Gang asked.

Old man Liu was shocked and said: "You came just in time to give me a review. He insists that the paintings passed down from generation to generation in my family are fake."

While talking, Old Man Liu opened the box, took out the paintings inside and unfolded them.

The painting is a landscape painting, and it looks like it was from the Song Dynasty. It has Li Cheng's signature on it, so it is an old thing.

Wang Gang asked Old Man Liu to spread the painting on the counter and observed it carefully for a long time. He also asked the clerk for a pair of gloves and touched it with his hands.

"This painting is indeed fake, but the copying technique is good. It can be seen that the person who painted it is also a master of painting skills." Wang Gang said regretfully.

"Why do you say the painting is fake?" Old Man Liu said unconvinced.

Wang Gang explained: "Li Cheng was a great painter in the Song Dynasty, especially good at landscapes. Although your painting looks like an old thing, it is remarkable that the painter imitated Li Cheng's brushwork, which is enough to make it look real. Unfortunately, this painting paper is from after the Qing Dynasty. Yes!"

The clerk couldn't help but give Wang Gang a thumbs up and said, "You are really an expert. It's exactly what the appraiser in our store said."

Old man Liu was a little discouraged and completely collapsed.

"How could it be fake? This painting has really been passed down from generation to generation in my family! Is my wife really hopeless?"

Wang Gang frowned and asked, "Your family is experiencing difficulties, so you are in a hurry to sell your paintings?"

"My wife is seriously ill and lacks money for treatment." Old Man Liu said dejectedly.

Wang Gang said in confusion: "Li Cheng's authentic works are considered national treasures and precious cultural relics. No one would dare to buy them even if you want to sell them!"