Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 30 I'm going to start pretending

Huang Yanyan's beautiful eyes met Gao Dongxu's calm expression without blinking. Seeing the irritating look in his eyes that said, "It's up to you to buy or not," she finally gritted her teeth in anger and said, "Give me your number—you stingy man, I wish you'll be blinded every day..."

She muttered the last two sentences in a very small curse, but Gao Dongxu, whose five senses surpassed those of ordinary people, still heard them very clearly. However, he did not care. It is a thousand times better to be hated by a beautiful woman than to be ignored or have no impression of her.

He took Huang Yanyan's phone, dialed his own number, and dialed it. After hanging up, he handed the phone back to Huang Yanyan, who was still sulking with her beautiful eyes, and said with a smile, "Call me in three days, preferably in the afternoon. If you call me late at night or in the early morning to harass me, I will cancel the transaction."

"How can you talk like that? Who is harassing you..."

"hehe..."

Gao Dongxu smiled and nodded to the still angry Huang Yanyan, then turned and walked forward.

Huang Yanyan stood there, looking at Gao Dongxu's back with a disdainful expression, then her beautiful eyes turned, a sly smile appeared on her pretty face, she snorted twice, and followed with her slender legs.

As Gao Dongxu squatted in front of a stall, holding a cool, gourd-shaped, embossed cricket jar, a familiar fragrance wafted from the right. He couldn't help but turn his head to look. Huang Yanyan, motorcycle helmet in one hand, squatted beside him. The corners of her red lips curled up slightly, and her beautiful eyes, full of cunning, looked at him and said with a smile, "A mid-Qing Dynasty gourd-shaped, embossed cricket jar with a leisurely scene..."

"Beauty, you have good eyesight. You can tell at a glance that this is from the mid-Qing Dynasty. You are an expert--" The stall owner happily gave Huang Yanyan a thumbs up, and his heart was beaming with joy. However, before he could be happy for too long, Huang Yanyan's next sentence made him show an ugly expression.

"This kind of thing, since it's not from the royal family, is not worth much..."

Gao Dongxu glanced at Huang Yanyan, who was obviously there to cause trouble for him, and said, "If you make trouble again, the deal will be cancelled!"

"You--" Hearing the determination in Gao Dongxu's tone, Huang Yanyan became so angry that her face turned red and she glared at him with gritted teeth.

"Boss, how much is it?" Gao Dongxu ignored Huang Yanyan's embarrassment and asked the price while playing with the cricket jar in his hand.

"Ten thousand——" the stall owner said with a somewhat grim expression as he started to quote the price.

"Boss, I really want it. My friend was just joking with me just now. If there is any offense, I apologize to you on her behalf--" Gao Dongxu could see that the boss was angry and a little bit resentful. In this case, the boss would definitely not lower the price, and it would not be so easy for him to get this cricket jar at a low price.

Hearing Gao Dongxu's apology, the stall owner's expression brightened. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "Not really, not really. Well, that would make me seem stingy. If you really want it, just give me five thousand..."

Gao Dongxu smiled and shook his head, "It's still too high, five hundred, I'll take five hundred."

"Handsome man, how can you bargain like that..." The stall owner shook his head and continued, "This beautiful lady just told me the price was right. You must be an expert, so you two should know that this is definitely a masterpiece. Look at this deep red patina. It's not easy to survive until now. How about this, I'll lower it by another 4500, so you can take it for ."

"I'll add another hundred, six hundred..." Gao Dongxu was not in a hurry and continued to play with the gourd-embossed cricket jar in his hand.

"4000 is the lowest..."

. . . . . .

"I surrender, you are a real old wolf, okay, 900, I'll pack it up for you..." Finally, after some bargaining, Gao Dongxu insisted on , and the stall owner compromised and reached a deal.

After paying, Gao Dongxu played with the cricket jar in his hand, stood up, stretched his legs, and walked away without any intention of waiting for Huang Yanyan.

"You--" Huang Yanyan, whose legs were numb, looked at Gao Dongxu's back, gritted her teeth, moved her sore legs, and staggered to chase him.

"Hey, this silly girl, it's obvious that he is making trouble for you..." The stall owner put away the money, shook his head and laughed. You know, at first he wanted to find a stool for Gao Dongxu, but Huang Yanyan interrupted him and he forgot about it. However, Gao Dongxu knew that the stall owner had extra stools, but he refused to take them and chose to squat. In the end, he even raised the price by ten yuan. It took fifteen or sixteen minutes, and it would be strange if his legs were not numb.

Gao Dongxu couldn't put the gourd-shaped cricket jar down, fondly twirling it. Gourdware, like porcelain, is characterized by fine craftsmanship, clear patterns, and graceful and varied shapes. Because the gourd's golden yellow color deepens with age, traditional gourdware possesses an antique charm that is truly pleasing to the eye. Particularly those heirlooms, cherished and handled by collectors for years, exude a sense of quaintness and solemnity.

"Stop right there, what do you mean--" Huang Yanyan finally came to her senses, reached out and grabbed Gao Dongxu's backpack angrily, and questioned.

I don’t know what happened, but she, who has always been aloof, was easily broken down and angered when she met Gao Dongxu, a guy with a cool look on his face.

"What?" Gao Dongxu frowned slightly, looking impatient, as if he couldn't stand the other party's entanglement. He looked at Huang Yanyan in confusion.

"You - I -" Huang Yanyan almost vomited blood when she saw Gao Dongxu's expression that said, "What's wrong with me? Stop making trouble!" However, she really couldn't be sure whether the other party was making fun of her, and she felt a little helpless.

"Can you please stop following me? You almost ruined this gourd." Gao Dongxu frowned and said in an unhappy tone, ordering him to leave.

"Humph, who said I'm following you? Panjiayuan is yours. I can go wherever I want..."

"Okay, it's up to you. But I'm warning you again, if you mess with me again, I'll really turn hostile and cancel the deal."

"Rare..." Huang Yanyan looked at Gao Dongxu's back, curled her lips and snorted in disdain, but still stepped forward to follow him. She had already seen that Gao Dongxu was really capable of picking out the genuine items from countless fakes, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially since every item he bought was a genuine item, which was very difficult.

This is a strange person!
Although she was very angry, she grew up in a family of treasure appraisers and had heard of and seen several extraordinary people with special abilities like Gao Dongxu. However, she had never heard of or seen anyone of her age.

Now that she had met such a remarkable person, she naturally would not miss the opportunity to make friends with him. In the antique business, having more remarkable friends might one day save the Huang family from danger.

There is no way. Although the Five Clans are well-known and surpass their counterparts in the capital, they have also made countless enemies. There are countless people who want to bring down the Five Clans. Moreover, after the Xu family of Baimen was eliminated, the Five Clans became four Clans, which is itself a bit powerless and shows signs of decline.

I heard from her grandfather that the head of the Four Veins family is discussing transformation and wants to run an auction house. . . Thinking of this, she didn't stop and soon caught up with Gao Dongxu.

Gao Dongxu turned his head and glanced at Huang Yanyan, who had a proud look on her face, raised her delicate white chin and hummed softly. He didn't say anything, but just put his finger on his lips, made a gesture of silence, and then began his performance.

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