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

Chapter 27 Panjiayuan Morning Market

At around four in the morning in autumn, the capital city was still immersed in silent darkness and coldness. On the streets, the dim street lights emitted a faint light, as if trying their best to dispel the darkness.

The autumn wind began to blow the yellow leaves off the trees. They swirled in the wind and gently fell to the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

The red Ferrari broke the silence like a dazzling red lightning. The car body shone with charming luster under the reflection of the street lights. The red paint seemed like a burning flame. The engine made a low and powerful roar, echoing in the empty streets, like a beast eager to break free from its restraints.

Inside the car, Gao Dongxu had a stern expression, his eyes fixed intently on the road ahead. His fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel, controlling the vehicle's direction in a standard manner. The pointer on the dashboard kept jumping, displaying the vehicle's speed and various parameters. The scenery outside the window flew by quickly, blurring into a patch of light and shadow.

"Slow down, there's plenty of time..." Shang Youyou looked at her boyfriend who was concentrating on driving with some fascination and reminded him softly.

"Well, let's find a 7-11 and buy some breakfast to eat on the way." Gao Dongxu turned his head, glanced at Shang Youyou and smiled.

"it is good."

. . . . . .

Beijing Airport, Terminal 3 lobby.

The red Ferrari pulled over and both doors were opened at the same time. Gao Dongxu and Shang Youyou, who was wearing a dark blue top and a purple T-shirt uniform, got out of the car together.

Gao Dongxu opened the trunk (the F550 has the trunk, not the front) and took out a silver trolley suitcase.

Shang Youyou took the suitcase, stood on tiptoe in her high heels as if no one was around, and kissed Gao Dongxu, who was standing under the curb, with her red lips. Gao Dongxu reached out and hugged her A4 waist, kissing her greedily.

Passengers and airport staff passing by all looked at the wealthy and beautiful couple loving each other with complicated expressions. The red Ferrari parked beside them and the tall, sexy and beautiful stewardess in uniform made countless men envious and jealous.

Many people were filled with envy and cursed in their hearts, saying that the stewardess was materialistic and that the rich knew how to have fun...

After a long while, Shang Youyou's pretty face flushed brightly, and she looked at Gao Dongxu with a charming look, saying coquettishly and reluctantly, "I'm leaving. Remember to pick me up the day after tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, have a safe journey." Gao Dongxu released his hand that was holding Shang Youyou's A4 waist and blessed her softly.

When sending blessings to the crew, be sure not to say "bon voyage". This is the most taboo phrase for flight crews, because headwind is the safest flight mode for aircraft.

"Okay. You go back. I'll call you when you land..." Shang Youyou pulled up the suitcase, waved to Gao Dongxu, and walked into the waiting hall.

Standing at the door, Gao Dongxu smiled and waved to Shang Youyou, who kept looking back, until he could no longer see her. Then he turned and walked towards the Ferrari.

Panjiayuan, Daliushu, Liulichang and Baoguo Temple Collection Markets are known as the four major antique markets in Beijing. They each have their own characteristics, attracting countless tourists and collectors to hunt for treasures.

Panjiayuan Antique Market starts to attract people at six or seven in the morning and closes at 10 in the evening. There are waves of people coming and going every day. Many people like this atmosphere and don’t necessarily have to buy anything. Especially those who like cultural relics must visit Panjiayuan when they come to Beijing. There are all kinds of new and old goods, but you have to rely on your sharp eyes and spend a few hundred yuan to buy old items.

Panjiayuan is even more famous than Liulichang, where the Five Meridians are located.

"Good morning, Master—"

"Master, it's rare to get up so early..."

"Master, I have a few new treasures. Would you like to try them out?"

When Gao Dongxu appeared at the Panjiayuan morning market carrying a black backpack, many stall owners who had dealt with him took the initiative to greet him, and he smiled and nodded in response.

"Don't worry, I just arrived, let me take a look around first."

Gao Dongxu smiled and declined the invitation of several stall owners to stop and look at the goods, because when he walked and scanned the items on each stall, he did not feel strange about anything. You know, now under the influence of the spiritual energy nebula, his senses have become very magical.

As Gao Dongxu was walking through the crowd, his eyes swept across a stall owner in a black T-shirt, who was loudly hawking a calligraphy and painting with his arms stretched out. Something in his heart moved, and he stepped forward and took the scroll, which was framed in Japanese style, from the stall owner. He slowly opened it, admiring the scroll and feeling the coolness coming from it. Without looking up, Gao Dongxu continued to admire the painting and asked, "How much?"

"Ten thousand, genuine stuff, open the door wide--" the stall owner started talking.

Gao Dongxu looked up at the stall owner with a mocking smile and said, "Will you sell it for 10 yuan?" "Oh my god, how can you bargain like that? Although I'm just asking for it, you can't joke like that. Others cut the price in half, but you just cut it to zero... If you understand, buy it. If you don't understand, forget it." The stall owner's tone was very straightforward, and he made an angry gesture to take the painting away.

Hearing the other party say this, Gao Dongxu knew that this was a fool, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll take a look..."

As if he could tell Gao Dongxu was genuinely interested in his paintings, the stall owner said indignantly, "It's absolutely great stuff. I bought it for 8,000... Look at the ink, the calligraphy, the brushwork..."

Gao Dongxu laughed and ignored the other party's boasting. He slowly rolled up the painting and said, "100."

"...You're the one causing trouble, so please turn around again. I cut you with the knife..."

"It's not that I'm arbitrarily marking the price. It's mainly because the painting is not in very good condition and is badly damaged..." Gao Dongxu began to find fault.

"Old paintings are like this, and it's very difficult to preserve them..." The stall owner's tone became a little weak.

"Look at the way this receipt is written..." Gao Dongxu pointed out the flaws and continued to speak with facts.

"Now even the mounting workers can't come for 200..."

"Okay, I'll give you 200." Gao Dongxu said with a smile.

"No, I really can't come..."

"200, I think it's quite high."

"This is a serious painting... Look at the mounting..."

When the stall owner opened the scroll again and showed it to Gao Dongxu, he did not notice that several stall owners around him who knew Gao Dongxu were looking at him with a joking look on their faces.

"I'll give you another hundred, three hundred..." Gao Dongxu smiled at the already tempted stall owner, reached out to take the painting, and slowly rolled it up, "Three hundred will do."

"Okay, three hundred, just to open a proper shop. We haven't opened the shop all morning..." The stall owner finally accepted it, but he was still muttering to himself to comfort himself.

"Three hundred, here you go--" Gao Dongxu took out three hundred and handed it to the other party. Although mobile payment has been available, it has not been popularized among the entire population and is still in its initial stages. Everyone is still used to using cash.

"Okay." After receiving the money, the stall owner checked the authenticity and put the money away. He was just trying to sell his first item. When he was in a good mood, he heard the neighboring stall owner jokingly ask, "Hey, do you know who bought your painting just now?"

"I don't know him. Is he famous?" The black T-shirt stall owner shook his head and sat on the stool.

"Haha, have you heard of Master Hot Hands?"

"No."

"Well, it's a whole mallet..." The stall owners around laughed and shook their heads.

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, the black T-shirt vendor knew something was wrong, no matter how dumb he was. He seemed to have thought of something, and with a grim expression, he asked in some confusion, "Is he an eagle? Could it be that I made a loss? Is that painting really a good thing?"

"Hehe...I can't really count as an eagle, but the old wolf didn't run away."

"Ha ha..."

"No, I mean, do you know whether the painting is real or fake, and who the artist is?"

"I don't know whether it's true or not, but the artist of the painting is a man named Yi Fujiu..." said the black T-shirt stall owner with a grim expression.

"One of the four great families who traveled to Japan during the Kangxi period..."

"Since Young Master Hot Hands has made a move, it must be genuine. Well, he's got another bargain..."

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