super sensory appraiser

Fang Feiyang looked up and saw three people walking near the stairs, two men and one woman.

Fang Feiyang, a tall old man walking in front of them, recognized him at a glance.

"Mr. Song!"

Fang Feiyang was quite surprised, stood up quickly, and walked forward.

"It's really you, Xiao Fang! The old man thought he was blinded by the wrong person, haha..."

Familiar laughter rang in my ears, and the old man who spoke was Song Longshan, the mysterious old man who fought against the international thieves in the metasequoia forest that night, and rewarded Fang Feiyang with a check of 50 yuan as soon as he made a move.

Fang Feiyang discovered today that Mr. Song is so tall, with a tall and straight figure, although his hair is gray, but very thick, combed meticulously, his eyes are piercing, he has already walked up to Fang Feiyang while speaking, and patted him kindly He patted Fang Feiyang on the shoulder.

Accompanying him was a middle-aged man in his early 40s, with a thin build, wearing a brown formal shirt, holding a rectangular box in his hand, and was looking at Fang Feiyang with a little curiosity at the moment .

Walking at the end was a girl who looked like a student, with earphones plugged into her ears, and she was lowering her head to fiddle with the touch-screen phone in her hand, as if she was not interested in what was going on in front of her.

Song Longshan asked with great interest: "Xiao Fang, you also like to come here to drink tea, and the owner of the shop is here to accompany you, we can't enjoy this kind of treatment! Haha!"

Fang Feiyang just wanted to answer the old man, but he didn't understand the second half of the old man's sentence. There was a trace of doubt and confusion on his face, and he was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the old man who was sitting opposite him, who was interested in the ancient inkstone in his hand, rushed to him, blocked Fang Feiyang and Song Longshan, and said in a low voice: "Young man, it turns out that you are from the circle. Why didn't you say that you know old man Song earlier? You said that earlier! The price just now was a joke with you. I want your Duan inkstone. I'll give you this amount. What do you think?"

As he spoke, he held Fang Feiyang's right hand with both hands, and skillfully pressed down his thumb and index finger, leaving three fingers standing upright. At the same time, the old man in a floral T-shirt turned his body sideways to deliberately block the view of the people behind him.

"I'll give you this price, you must pay me evenly!" He squeezed Fang Feiyang's three vertical fingers vigorously while speaking, his expression was completely different from before, and his wrinkled face showed an almost pleading attitude.

How did Fang Feiyang know the hand-hold bargaining rules of "gold in the sleeve" that are only used on such special occasions? The old man in the flowered T-shirt fiddled with his fingers inexplicably, and thought to himself: "What do you mean, it's the price of three fingers again, How do I know how much you bid? It can't be another three thousand, right?"

Song Longshan on the side saw some clues.

"Okay, old Ji, don't bully this little friend of mine. Let us see something good if you fancy something. You want to snatch it alone." At this time, Song Longshan also wanted to know, this saved What kind of treasure is hidden in the hands of the young man who died to attract his old friend.

Fang Feiyang saw that Mr. Song also showed interest, turned around and took out the heavy inkstone from his handbag, and handed it to Song Longshan respectfully.

In Fang Feiyang's mind, this old man Song is a great collector. By chance, he stayed at his house for one night, and saw all those exquisite antiques and rare treasures, as well as his antique study room, full of bookshelves about Books on cultural relics appreciation, and I believe that people like Song Lao will definitely be able to identify the origin of this ancient inkstone.

Fang Feiyang actually didn't know Song Lao's true identity, but ever since he saw that Song Lao was quite old, he was still capable of both civil and martial arts, and he was fighting a yellow-haired foreigner with nothing to lose. Inexplicable respect and adoration.

Song Longshan took the inkstone from Fang Feiyang's hand, and stared at the light outside the window. Immediately, his eyes lit up. He looked up at the old man in a Hawaiian T-shirt, and then continued to look carefully.

After a full 5 minutes, Song Longshan returned the inkstone to Fang Feiyang, coughed, and said to him meaningfully: "Xiao Fang, this is a good thing, if you really want to sell... "

"Old man Song, what are you doing, I just negotiated the price with this little friend, don't try to cut me off!"

Before Song Longshan finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man in the floral T-shirt who jumped out.

"I said, old Ji, what are you in a hurry for? I haven't said anything yet...I just want to tell Xiaofang that your boss Ji is a person of taste and doesn't need that little money." Song Longshan and the Ji The old man was obviously an old acquaintance, and he didn't get angry when he interrupted him, but still smiled.

"Okay, old man Song, don't give me ecstasy soup...Young man, since we are all my own, I don't want to take advantage of you. I will add another 35 to the price just now, for a total of [-]. You Do you like it?"

"35?"

When Fang Feiyang heard it, he suddenly felt that his brain was not enough. The old man just took his right hand and pinched three fingers. Did it mean 30?

The difference between before and after is too big!

It seems that when the old man first negotiated the price with him, he wanted to steal from me. Now seeing that I am familiar with Mr. Song, he thought that I was also in the antique circle, so he quoted a real price.I really didn't expect this ancient inkstone to be so valuable. With my current salary level, including the usual overtime work, it can be up to 35 a month, and I can't earn [-] even if I work for ten years without eating or drinking!

Fang Feiyang has been working for three years. He goes to work in a down-to-earth manner. He is usually frugal and never spends money recklessly. Up to now, the deposit in his bank card is only 4 yuan. In order to afford a house in this city.If she has the 35 yuan, she can pay the down payment of a house first. With the house, will she change her mind? ....

For a moment, a series of scenes flashed through Fang Feiyang's mind.

But I would like to know more about the origin of this object. It must have something extraordinary, otherwise it would not be worth the price. Who is the monk who painted in my mind image?Is it "Bitter Melon Monk"?

Thinking of this, Fang Feiyang cupped his hands at the people in front of him, and said, "Boss Ji, this inkstone belongs to you, can you tell me about the origin of this inkstone? Who is the 'Bitter Melon Monk' engraved on it?" ?”

"Good. Good.. Good..."

The deal with the old man in the flower T-shirt was completed, he was very happy, he said three good words, and took the inkstone with a smile on his face, "Young man, you really are a man of temperament, it is not easy to listen to stories, follow me to the second floor, in the evening Invite you to eat, and talk while eating."

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand and called a man who looked like a manager, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After a while, the man took a check and handed it to the old man respectfully.

"Young man, here is a cash check for 35 yuan, please keep it!"

Holding the check in his hand, Fang Feiyang sighed inexplicably. Just a few minutes ago, he was just an ordinary factory worker. The accumulated bank deposits were only 4 yuan, and he couldn't even buy a house and even a bathroom.But in the blink of an eye, the deal with Fang Guyan saved him ten years of struggle.

It's unpredictable!

After all this tossing, it was getting late outside.

Fang Feiyang looked at the time, it was already six o'clock in the evening.