Grand Collection

The Pink Hotel is an unlicensed small hotel hidden in an ordinary alley. The small door, long corridor, and narrow windows are all sunny outside, but it’s still pitch black inside. The lights in the stairs are broken. According to the light, I had to take my mobile phone to illuminate the road.

Kong Xin stepped on the ground, "My day!"

"Be careful!" Luo Zigeng hugged him fiercely.

The warm skin made the heart skip a beat, and Kong Xin found himself hard in frustration.

Luo Zigeng let go of his hand, Kong Xin raised his eyes and looked over, feeling that Luo Zigeng's eyes were like cold stars, and his handsomeness was breathtaking.

Such an outstanding talent can't even get his hands on it, it's like trying to hold him out of disability! ! !

After finally finding Room 419, Kong Xin kicked the door open as if venting his anger, and cursed, "Wang Baxian, you bastard, and you choose such a lousy place again, and your fucking business is like drug smuggling!"

"Mother, hello..." A fat man rushed over, pulled Kong Xin into the door, and closed the door cautiously, "What are you shouting about? What's wrong with the Pink Hotel? You discriminate against them so much? Everyone is working hard to make money. Be a down-to-earth person, why do you despise this place?"

"Shut up!" Kong Xin took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took a look, "Damn it, Nine-Five Supreme..." He knocked out one and put it in his mouth, and generously distributed the rest to Luo Zigeng.

Luo Zigeng waved his hand, "I don't smoke."

"Good boy!" Kong Xin stuffed the cigarette case back into Wang Baxian's trouser pocket.

Holding the cigarette between two fingers, Wang Baxian slanted his eyes to look at Luo Zigeng. After a while, his eyes returned to Kong Xin's face, and his teeth sizzled, "Brother, this matter...isn't appropriate?"

Kong Xin sneered, "It's said that the thousand-year-old king is 8-year-old tortoise. If you shine your eyes, why can't you see that this is Wen Zhijun's cousin?"

"I can see it. She came out of the same kiln as our Wen Damei. They look alike and differ in spirit. Each has its own merits." After Wang Baxian commented, his face remained undiminished, and he lowered his voice, "That's why I said you are doing well. level."

"You are the only one who is capable of doing things!" Kong Xin snorted, and then lowered his voice, "I didn't mess with him, it's hard for Wen Zhijun to explain."

"I understand, I understand!" Wang Baxian winked, his face full of excitement.

"You know root hair!" Kong Xin said to Luo Zigeng with his arms on his shoulders, "This fat man is Wang Baxian, the famous clairvoyant in our antique shop."

"I've seen eight thousand years old!" Luo Zigeng said very well, and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Luo Zigeng, a grassroots man, just call me Zigeng."

Wang Baxian shook hands with him, and exaggeratedly gave him a thumbs up, "Sensible, really sensible, it turned out to be Mr. Luo, I heard your cousin say it a long time ago, and now I see it, it is really better to meet you than to be famous, a young talent, a bright future Infinite!"

Luo Zigeng had also heard about the name of the Eight Sage Kings earlier. He heard that this guy was a broker, never buying or selling by himself, nor did he have a personal collection. It is the best.

However, he felt that this person was obviously better known than met.

While the three were talking, the door rang three times cautiously, the room fell silent, and Wang Baxian raised his voice, "Who?"

"it's me."

Wang Baxian and Kong Xin looked at each other, walked over and opened the door, a man about 50 years old came in with a snakeskin bag on his back, and said awkwardly, "My lord."

"Damn it, I thought you were on your way to death!" Wang Baxian cursed, winking at him, "Hurry up and take it out."

The man was obedient, "No... sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road..."

As he spoke, he untied the snakeskin bag, took out two pastel-covered jars, and brought them to Kong Xin, "Boss, you see, these are all inherited from my ancestors...my ancestors were high-ranking officials." ...the platform..."

Kong Xin glanced at Wang Baxian without moving. He turned his eyes to Wang Baxian's face and said coldly, "Would you like to take me for a walk early in the morning at [-] years old?"

Wang Baxian couldn't hold back his face, so he raised his hand and slapped the man's head, "Fuck your mother! The Daotai gave birth to your crooked melon and cracked date? Your family is a bunch of seedlings!!! Hurry up and put those two Put away the urn, dare to come to this king to play flower guns, have you eaten the guts of a leopard?"

"My lord, don't be angry, don't be angry...I still have here..." The man hurriedly put away the two crude imitations, fumbled into the snakeskin bag, and took out another Yuan blue and white flower.

"Ghost Valley down the mountain, really good, really good!" Kong Xin laughed leisurely, tapped Wang Baxian twice in the air, and said loudly, "Wang Baxian, you are awesome!" After speaking, he turned and left the room.

Luo Zigeng went out immediately, and the imitation of the big jar was really inferior. In the autumn auction of Christie’s in 2005, the large blue and white jar of “Ghost Valley Down the Mountain” created the auction record of Chinese porcelain, with 2.3 million yuan, equivalent to 2 million yuan in gold. Ton was a myth at the time. Since then, "Ghost Valley Down the Mountain" has blossomed everywhere at home and abroad, and there are fakes everywhere.

It is really hard for that person to use this to deceive Kongxin.

"Hey...Kong Xin! Young Master Kong! Ah Xin! Xin is good!!!" Wang Baxian hurriedly chased out and grabbed Kong Xin's arm, "Don't be angry, I'll teach that idiot a lesson!"

Standing on the stairs, Kong Xin turned around and raised his eyebrows, "I think you are the one who owes a lesson."

"That's right, that's right, what Young Master Kong taught you is," Wang Baxian said with a playful smile, and put his arms around Kong Xin's shoulders, "Don't rush away, come back, and I'll let that idiot dig up all the ancestral graves for you."

Kong Xin punched him hard on the stomach, grinding his teeth, "I can't get any good things to open the door, so I'll dig your ancestral grave!"

"Hey," Wang Baxian was immediately happy, "If you want to plan someday, just let me know, and I'll pass you the shovel, but to be honest, I personally think that the possibility of treasures in the old Wang family's ancestral grave is relatively low. Think about it, my old man was so poor that he was like pants..."

When Kong Xin returned to the room, the old man cast a sneaky glance at Wang Baxian, and took out a cricket jar from his pocket, "Big... Big Boss, this is a real treasure... Hundreds of years... Ziyu made it himself!"

"What Zhao Ziyu? You can also have Zhao Ziyu in your hand? What a joke!" Kong Xin snorted coldly, picked up the cricket pot and checked it carefully, stroking it carefully with his fingertips, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"This is really Zhao Ziyu, look at the inscription..." The man said with a shy smile, "My ancestor was a Taoist..."

"Shut your dog mouth!" Wang Baxian scolded, "This is Boss Kong from Gujin Pavilion. He has collected more cricket jars than you eat. Damn it, you are fooled by Grandpa Kong. Come on the head, you should poke it!"

"Hey hey, it's because I don't know Taishan with dog eyes..." The man raised his hand and slapped himself twice, blinking his eyes, "Smack this bitch to death... Hey, Grandpa Kong, you can see clearly when you open your eyes How many catties and taels do I have..."

"Shut up," Kong Xin said calmly, touched the cricket pot, and pondered for a moment, "Although this is not Zhao Ziyu, it is also an imitation from the early Republic of China. It is old Chengni, with good pulp and leather. What's the price?"

The man looked at him cautiously, stretched out his finger, and said tentatively, "Thirty-eight thousand, I have spent a lot of time collecting this jar..."

Kong Xin glanced at him, "Three thousand and eight, the same price."

"Boss Kong, you can't do this!" the man wailed, "You eat a lot of meat, but you have to give others a drink of soup!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Three thousand and eight, I'll take it if you want it, and forget it if you don't want it," Kong Xin looked at the jar disdainfully, "You know exactly how much your imitation is worth."

The man glanced at Wang Baxian unwillingly, and said anxiously, "You can add more, eight thousand, eight thousand, and you will take them away."

Kong Xin turned around and left directly.

The man hurriedly grabbed him, "Five thousand! 5000 yuan! I paid four thousand and eighty yuan. It rained heavily a few days ago. I was in the wind and rain to collect this jar, and I was drenched like a little chicken." Yes, you can't work in vain."

Kong Xin looked down at him, his lips moved slightly, "I'll add another two hundred, four thousand, nothing more to say."

"Success! I'm making a loss and making a profit. Next time I have a good product, return it to Boss Kong for you to keep..."

After the deal was completed, Kong Xin wrapped the jar of crickets in newspaper, put it in Luo Zigeng's schoolbag for him to carry, and walked out of the room.

As soon as he stepped out of the pink hotel, the sun was shining brightly outside, Kong Xin squinted his eyes and muttered, "I forgot to bring my sunglasses..."

"Yes, the sun hurt your bright eyes," Luo Zigeng said with a smile, "Brother Kong, you are really ruthless in bargaining."

Kong Xin looked back at the vulgar pink hotel, "Do you think the seller is pitiful?"

"……kind of."

"Boy, you are too immature," Kong Xin sneered, "Second dealers like him are called 'second masters', and they are the most luscious link in the chain of antique collections. Don't look at them nodding and bowing obediently, but they are actually full of bad things. He calls you Grandpa to your face, and scolds you when you turn around with a stick. The family’s luxury car and luxury house are no worse than you and me.” He flicked the schoolbag on Luo Zigeng’s back with his fingers, “I sold this cricket jar to me for four thousand and eight. In fact, he took it. The price is probably not four hundred and eighty."

Luo Zigeng was taken aback, and after a long time foolishly murmured, "So ruthless..."

Kong Xin smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "The water in the antique business is deep, you still have a lot to learn, listen and read more in the future, don't lose my face when you walk the rivers and lakes by yourself in a few years."

There was a rush of footsteps from behind, and Wang Baxian caught up panting, and a nimble bear with more than 200 catties of fat lay on Kong Xin's back, biting his ear, "Xin, be good, help me in front of your sister!" Say something nice."

Miss Kong Min, the eldest daughter of the Kong family, is the peerless beauty whom Comrade Wang Baxian has been secretly in love with for more than ten years, and she has been in love with her for more than ten years. , have half buried in the tomb of love.

Kong Xin was overwhelmed by him, "Go away! Are you going to crush me to death with this lump of fat? My sister and Wen Zhijun are more in love than gold, I'm out of my mind, to affect other people's feelings?"

"Bah!" Wang Baxian yelled, "He, Wen Zhijun, is sick. He has been taking medicine since he could eat. Can it give her happiness? Can it give her sex? Sex! Xiying—sex! Buddha has no—blessing! "

Kong Xin was furious, trembling all over, "Luo Zigeng, pull this lump of fat off for me!"

"Decree!" Luo Zigeng held back his laughter, grabbed Wang Baxian's shoulder and pulled him hard, tearing him off, "Eight thousand years old, offended."

Wang Baxian has no manners at all, and he is playing around with Kong Xin, "We have such a good relationship, and you don't help me find a matchmaker? I also bought the old Chengni cricket pot for you. I am such a virgin, do you have the heart to bully me?"

Kong Xin resolutely drew a clear line with him, "Comrade, I don't know you well!"

"You are gay! Your whole family is gay!"

Kong Xin shook his hand and was about to leave.

Wang Baxian stomped his feet and pointed angrily, "Okay, Kong Xin, you prefer Wen Zhijun! He has a congenital heart disease! You actually want to marry such a beautiful sister to such a person, your conscience is broken! I want I will break with you!"

"Very good, goodbye!" Kong Xin said bluntly, "See you again!"

After finishing speaking, he led Luo Zigeng towards the parking lot.

Luo Zigeng turned his head to look at Wang Baxian who was thrown at the door of the hotel from the corner of his eye. His fat body was standing against the light in the morning sun, and he lowered his head lonely. Even the light was filled with deep sadness. Is it okay?"

Kong Xin stretched out three fingers, "Three...two...one!"

"Xin, be good~~~" There was a mournful cry from behind, Wang Baxian twisted Xiaoman's waist and rushed over, "We two are friends with each other..."

Kong Xin put his arms around his small waist, and smiled on the surface, "Little cutie, you still lie to me about the relationship between pee and mud?"

"Who lied to you? Who? Who?" Wang Baxian shouted.

"Gao Gu Porcelain! Open the door to the generation! Firewood kiln!!!"

Wang Baxian's face suddenly became serious, he glanced around, put his arms around Kong Xin and led him to a corner, and lowered his voice, "It's indeed a firewood kiln, but it's not a real thing, it's just news, and I won't sell it to anyone else who offers 100 million yuan." He, Kong Xin, I just tell you."

Kong Xin has a look of disbelief. Since he was a child, he has been tricked by this guy. When he was a child, he tricked himself into stealing antiques at home to buy marbles. When he grew up, he tricked himself into buying garbage at a high price. This guy is a real bastard. Damn, if Kong Xin is fooled by him again, he deserves to focus on being dumped for 20 years!