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"Hey..."

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Lu Han touched left and right, and saw two identical auction catalogs placed on the coffee table.

"Are you also interested in collecting?"

"Ah."

Zhang Shu lowered his head and buttoned the last two buttons on his shirt. He recalculated Lu Han's experience value in his heart, and didn't bother with this matter any more, just casually quarrelling.

"Everyone in my family likes this. I can't say I know how to do it. It's just a game."

That's right, if Zhang Shu didn't have the slightest interest in collecting, he wouldn't have fallen into Zhang Xuewen's trap and fell into the trap of the technique of disgusting victory, Lu Han thought.

"Oh, is there anything you fancy this time? Although I'm a soft-spoken person in the circle, I can help you take a look."

Lu Han's Baobaozhai is indeed not a first-class shop in Sijiu City, which has been in the Qing Dynasty since the Qing Dynasty. Many people on the road have also changed their attitude towards Lu Han. Gradually, some people are willing to ask the shopkeeper Lu Han to take care of him.

"It's not what I'm looking for this time, my mother..."

Zhang Shu looked at Lu Han, his expression didn't change, he stared at him with a husky face, listening patiently.

Unlike ordinary people, he never asks about topics that he has not actively dabbled in.

"Before she left, she asked me to buy something for my family if I had the opportunity. I have been entrusting the auction house to look at it for me all these years, and this time I finally got news, so I sent the catalog."

"oh oh."

Lu Han reached out and copied the catalog on the coffee table, took another plate of fruit in his hand, turned around and sat down next to Zhang Shu, put the catalog on his hand, and tapped with his chin.

"See if it's on it. If something's wrong, I'll help you find it."

Zhang Shu nodded, lowered his head and searched.

Lu Han squinted at his side face, then lowered his head to choose a few plump winter dates from the fruit plate, took out one, put it in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Zhang Shu's lips.

He flipped through the catalog, didn't stop, but lowered his title, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.After waiting for a while, Lu Han put his hand on his chin again, and caught the jujube stone that was spat out.

"Is today's winter jujube sweet?"

"Ah."

"It was sent by Liu's mother, let me say hello."

"Oh."

Zhang Shu flipped through the catalog in his hand, and accepted Lu Han's random feedings. After he moved in, he gained two kilograms. I don't know if it was because of eating together every night, or it might be because the broad beans grew Growing up... Family life is like this.

"...!"

Zhang Shu didn't accept the food that Lu Han handed over this time. He narrowed his eyes and looked at a certain page of the catalog.

"What, did you find it?"

Lu Han also put down the fruit plate, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and rubbed over to take a closer look.

"It's this one, it can't be wrong."

Zhang Shu pointed to a picture on the catalog.

It was an Arhat bed.

"Ming-style Arhat bed, with three sides of a single board, and the three sides are all made of Huanghuali single board with gorgeous patterns. The patterns are beautiful and natural, better than artificial tracing. The difference between the front and side is extremely small, and it is extraordinarily neat and elegant. The single board is thin and light. , the side of the seat is wide and thick, and the eaves of the ice tray are slightly cumbersome. The teeth are straight, the horseshoes are flat and short, and the four legs are strong and handsome. There is a little softness in the toughness, and the combination of hardness and softness. The waist looks narrow, but it is straight. The upper edge of the tooth plate is retracted into an arc shape, forming a concave shape with the lower edge of the seat surface, like a waist. The curve changes are weakened, simple and introverted, and it is a pure Ming style that is more in line with the humanistic spirit."

"Hey?"

Lu Han looked at the brief introduction on the catalog, why did he feel that this passage was so familiar? , Liulichang Baozhai sent it to the exhibition, and the record number of the Cultural Relics Bureau..."

"This……"

"what happened?"

Zhang Shu has pseudo-myopia of about [-] degrees, and just now he only paid attention to the pattern, but didn't notice the small words below.

"Any questions?"

"This... This is a gift from my bag studio."

"What a coincidence."

Zhang Shu caressed the bed with golden lacquer paintings on the catalog, and the thing that his mother was looking for was in Lu Han's shop. Is this a coincidence, or is it an arrangement from heaven?

"Is this counted in the bride price?"

Lu Han tilted his head to look at him, his expression was not stable at all, but he thought it was cute, he was just like the male protagonist in Twilight, 17 years old, many years ago, he still retained some of the innocence of the past.

"what are you doing?"

Zhang Shu watched him pick up the Kidney [-]S and press the phone number with great difficulty. Some of his habits were just like those of the grandparents in the alley. He never knew how to use the speed dial and address book, and he was still squinting his eyes. Shaking his head, he recited other people's cell phone numbers.

"Oh, I'll call Hugua and ask him to bring back the things he sent for the exhibition and put them directly at home."

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Zhang Shu shook his head.

"I have learned some knowledge about collections, but any item that has been filed by the Cultural Relics Bureau, even if it is a private collection, must abide by certain legal procedures. Since you have already reported it, there is no way to get it back unless it is sold."

"Why is this..."

Lu Han wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant.

"You are the shopkeeper of an antique shop, don't you know the rules?"

"Hey, I've been employed for more than a year, and this is the first time I've touched a big auction."

Lu Han curled up in a bit of frustration, he thought well, took the things back, and set them up for Zhang Shu's house today, the couch is not small, two people can sleep on it, no need Curled up on Zhang Shu's single bed, which was not really spacious for his figure.

"It's okay, I'll go to this auction and just take a photo of your things."

Zhang Shu didn't care. Apart from this arhat bed, he was also quite interested in several other cultural toys and a flying picture scroll in the catalog, but it was cheaper for the auction house to get a part of the commission from it.

"Well, then I'll go with you."

Lu Han nodded and rubbed against Zhang Shu.

"Free postage, dear."

……

The day of the auction.

Since Mama Liu became a police officer for the Olympic Games—commonly known as the captain of the Little Foot Detective Squad—she has been wary of out-of-the-way people who dress up and behave strangely and suspiciously.

When I came back from grocery shopping early this morning, when I passed the entrance of the alley, I sent a young man in a black suit and behaved frivolously, standing unsteadily at the entrance of the alley. The little daughter-in-law is also willing to look at him more, and the young man is also very good, whistling at others from time to time.

"Hey, I said young man, who are you looking for?"

Mother Liu became very angry when she saw this type of blind people. The social atmosphere was spoiled by these frivolous boys.

"Oh, I..."

The young man made a gorgeous maneuver, and when he turned around and saw a square dancing aunt, his flowery smile immediately went out, and he said with a haha, "I am Mr. Zhang's horse boy."

"What? Are you from Jiu'er's company?"

Mother Liu felt even more puzzled when she heard this. Zhang Shu was the child she watched growing up. She was very strict and mature. How did she get such a frivolous and handsome boy under her hands? He couldn't be a liar.

"I'm Mr. Zhang's neighbor, why haven't I seen you?"

What a tragedy, when I heard the word "Jiu'er", Hu Gua knew that he had hit the muzzle of a gun. This square dancing aunt who still has a charm, could not be Liu Banxian'er...

"Mom, what are you doing here!? Oh, are you having a gossip with your daughter-in-law?"

Liu Banxian'er came in from the entrance of the alley, holding two sets of pancakes, and stuffed them generously into the hands of a courgette. He held it to Mother Liu as if offering a treasure.

"Auntie, you eat..."

Mother Liu didn't make a fuss, looked at Hu Gua twice, then looked at Liu Banxian'er, and stretched out her hand.

"Is this the person you're talking about coming out of the closet?"

Come out, your grandma and third grandson!Hu Gua went through Liu Banxian'er's Daoshan oil pan in his heart, and hated it so much that his teeth itch.

"Is it okay? Xiao Hu, take off your sunglasses and let our mother see."

"..."

Just when Hu Gua was about to be unable to resist using Feitian to escape, Zhang Shu and Lu Han finally walked out of the alley.

"boss!"

Hu Gua rushed over as if he was being amnesty, and hid behind Lu Han.

"Auntie, we're going out, and I have to trouble Brother Liu today."

Lu Han greeted Liu's mother very politely, although the No.18 ancestor of the Liu family was still a young man when he passed away.

"Hey, they are all neighbors in the street. It's easy to say, come back early and try to eat at home. Although the food outside is heavy, it is not clean after all."

"Oh, mom, how many times have I told you that heavy taste doesn't mean that!"

Liu Banxian'er suffered from embarrassment and phobia, and greeted several people to get on the Land Rover Aurora one after another, and ran away in the car as if fleeing from a disaster.

……

At the Rongbaozhai Auction Site, there are red men and dolls, all of whom are intoxicated with money.

Zhang Shu and Lu Han basically came to this kind of place for the first time, but because of their good looks, they didn't show timidity. Liu Banxian and Hu Gua followed behind them in black suits, faithfully playing horse boys. character of.

"I'm a little hot, go and save my coat, you sit first."

There was still some time before the auction started, Zhang Shu arranged for Lu Han to sit down, and went to the cloakroom by himself.

Since it was winter, there were quite a lot of girls who came to store their furs, so Zhang Shu had to stand patiently at the end of the queue. When it was his turn, the door of the cloakroom was opened again, and a tall and slender man The skinny man came in. He didn't notice Zhang Shu. He was taking off his fur, and walked in with his head down as if he was in a hurry. The doorman seemed to respect this man very much, and he passed Zhang Shu directly, holding his hands. Caught the fur he handed over.

"you……"

Zhang Shu originally wanted to remind him to line up, but he was not a troublesome person, so he stopped when his words came to his lips, and left behind the man to save his clothes.

"Ok?"

The man seemed to realize that Zhang Shu's tone was not right, he looked back at him and took off his sunglasses.

"Jin Wenling?"

Zhang Shu didn't expect that a film star would come to this kind of antique auction, so he blurted out in surprise.

"Huh? Who are you?"

The national male god looked at him expressionlessly, as if he didn't know the manager of the public relations department who had solved countless public relations crises for him at all.

"What's the matter, Zhang Shu?"

Zhang Shu felt his waist tighten, turned his head and saw Lu Han came to his side at some point, and he hugged his waist very protectively.

"What's wrong? Wen Ling."

The door of the cloakroom was kicked open by someone stretching his long legs, and a young man in his early 20s leaned against the door, looking at them provocatively.