Qianyou posted that at this age, although there were beauties, he was unable to do so. Although that thing had a tough intention, he just couldn't ejaculate and couldn't be happy. Of course, he had to be replaced.
The alternative method for Qian Youshou is to expose the beauty and then take a photo. Wang Jing was taken out of Qiu Renyi's room by this vulgar old man, and hey, smirk: Slut! Standing at the door, if there is someone, you have to watch it. If no one comes, you will be lucky. I will take you into the room in an hour!
Wang Jing put his mouth on: It doesn’t matter!
Qian Youfa put a miniature camera in the concave corner at the door of the room, adjusted the angle, and circled around Wang Jing and said: You can only walk in this range, don’t go out!
Wang Jing nodded sluttyly, leaned her naked body against the wall, hugged her arms with both hands, held her breasts high, and raised one leg backward, crossed her against the wall
Wang Jing was lucky today, and no large groups of people appeared. Just about half an hour, a middle-aged man who was stuck in the store with a door appeared. He stared at her for a long time and found that Wang Jing was looking at him fiercely, without the courage to go up. He just turned his head to see him after walking over.
An hour finally passed, Qian Youfu’s door opened and he smiled: Bitch! Come in!
Wang Jing put down her feet on the wall, stepped on her high-heeled boots, walked into the house with a slight hint, closed the door with her legs back, Qian Youfa in the house held a digital camera, and asked her to pose in various positions, lift her legs and break her vagina, and take photos.
Early the next morning, Wang Jing was sleeping in a daze, feeling her butt hurt, and her neck tightened. A voice from Qian You heard from her ear: Bitch! Get up and hold it in my mouth!
Wang Jing didn't even open her eyes, and she skillfully found a stinky thing to put it into her mouth, and started oral sex with her head and neck stretching. Although her ventral skills were outstanding, she couldn't stand it up no matter how hard she was.
Forget it! Qian You yelled. Although he had the intention to ejaculate, he couldn't ejaculate. He could only open his eyes. There was one in Viagra hotel, but he cherished his life even more.
When I put my dick away and was holding Wang Jing, the doorbell sounded
Qian You sent Wang Jing to open the door. It was Qiu Renyi, who was carrying a suitcase in his hand. The foreigner was not polite and walked straight into the room and smiled lewdly: Boss Iron! How about it! Is this Bichi still satisfied?
Qian Youfa was too lazy to correct the foreigner anymore and said in his clothes: It's really good. I said you, a foreigner, can you be a little polite? I haven't worn clothes yet!
Qiu Renyi pulled Wang Jing over and played with her nipples wearing steel rings and smiled: She is not afraid of being a woman, what are you afraid of?
Qian You snorted coldly: I can't compare to her. I said, "You foreigner, why do you hang a turtle shell in front of her B?"
Qiu Renyi blinked his eyes: Turtle shell? Can't you see it?
Qian Youfu's eyes turned around: It's the legendary shell of a turtle, but so what? If it's a larger turtle shell with ancient Chinese text on it, it's worth a little money, but this one is too small, although there are patterns on it, it doesn't look like a word, but!
Qiu Renyi was curious: But what?
Qian Youfa thought for a while and said: But this thing was born, and it was the main cause of disaster. You will understand by reading the reigns of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty!
Qiu Renyi blinked and smiled: I read that book when I was young. My grandfather’s guess was to dissolve this shell and the beauty, but I don’t know how it can dissolve it. This Bichi seems to be different from other women. I hang it on the clitoris of this Bichi, hoping that a miracle will happen!
As for what Jude Kao told him about unlocking the secret of the turtle, if there are great benefits, he would never tell Qianyou that many people died for this small turtle shell.
Qian Youfa had already put on his clothes and stood up: Let's go! The ghost market is in Chaotian Palace! I'll go down and drive, are you waiting for me at the door of the hotel? Is this bitch going?
Qiu Renyi was playing with Wang Jing's snow-white body: She didn't want to go, I promised her that when I arrived in her hometown, I would give her a day off, which is a reward for her, Bichi! Before your contract period, it was my personal favor to you. Before 11 o'clock tonight, I must have opened my room where I live. Wait for me to fuck me, do you know? As I spoke, I put the door card in the middle of Wang Jing's deep cleavage.
Qian You laughed and said: Are you not afraid of her running away?
Qiu Renyi also smiled: If she has courage, she will be happy to see if she has the courage.
Wang Jing knew that she couldn't escape at all. She was played with her all night and wanted them to go out. It was rare to be so arrogant. If they were talking to her master, she would have to get out of bed naked and kneel down to listen to the instructions.
So Wang Jing was too lazy to open her eyes, so she responded vaguely, wrapped herself in a quilt and slept again. She hadn't come back for more than ten years. This time she must go home and then go to his house. I just don't know if his house has moved in the past few years?
Yesterday's heavy snow made the world covered with silver makeup, the weather was as dark as ink, and the temperature dropped to minus 4 degrees Celsius. Qiu Renyi didn't feel that although he was driving the air conditioner in the car, Qian Youfa, who was driving, was so cold that he was shaking. He scolded Qiu Renyi for being full.
Qiu Renyi was not angry and asked: Boss Tie, you said the ghost market is from 4 a.m. to 6 a.m., so it wasn't that lying to me, right?
Qianyou scolded: Damn B! What is the ghost market? Do you know? It’s what you call the underground black market. I’m fine. What do I lie to you? Nanjing has always been a tradition. The ghost market is this time. As long as it doesn’t rain, there will be people setting up stalls every Saturday and Sunday morning!
The ghost market in Nanjing is on the 100-meter-long street at the intersection of Chaotian Palace East Gate and Wangfu Street. Along the Chaotian Palace Wall, people will also set up stalls along the Qinhuai River. There are still many people standing under the dim street lights. There are also 30 or 50 stalls, but not one by one. Each stall is at least seven or eight meters away.
Although Qian Youchao scolded him, he was a regular customer here. Almost all the local ground rats shipped locally knew him. They hated him for the low price and refused to ship it to him. However, there were very few local ground rats that could make him like him. The ones he wanted to slaughter were all passing underground workers.
Qian Youfa only brought two RMB with him, and believed that this was enough. He parked the car on the side of the road in Cangxiang Bridge and took the foreigner to turn in. Seeing Qiu Renyi carrying a suitcase, the material was filled with cash. He was afraid that the foreigner would compete for business with him and said with a flattering smile: That! Lao Qiu, let's move separately!
Qiu Renyi wondered: Why should we move separately?
Qian You smiled badly: This is a rule in the ghost market. If we are together, we will not sell it to us!
What rules are this? Is it really strange for you in China? Qiu Renyi was confused, but he still separated from Qian Youfa.
Anyone who fights or receives black goods turns the lights on the stalls very dim, and they are all squatting in the corner, and the roadside is full of old books. Qian Youfa naturally knows the way, so he goes into the corner after he is separated.
Qiu Renyi doesn’t know!
After separation, walk along Chaotiangong Street. In front of the screen wall opposite Jiangning Academy, there is a stall. The lights are brighter than other stalls. It is surrounded by seven or eight people, and it is impossible to see what is on the stall.
Qiu Renyi was curious and immediately stretched out his head and drilled in.
The person watching the audience was full of ghost eyes. A pair of outstanding men and women stood in front of the stalls of 1.7 meters and 8 meters long. The woman had a rare dark purple hair, dark purple pupils, and white skin as white as snow. From the back of the man, he hugged his waist and placed his pretty chin on the man's shoulder. Both of them were not wearing much, but they could not tell that they were cold.
Zhao Wumou grinned and said to a middle-aged man: Boss! Look carefully, I am full of real things here! It is absolutely innocent!
The middle-aged man looked at a booklet with a size of sixteen, a rare antique bamboo book. It was not fake. From his knowledge, it was a hand-picked book by Ma Wan in the early Ming Dynasty. He had all the inscriptions and seals. The content should be the charming characters Ma Wan saw on his way to take office as an official, with as many as thirty-seven pages, just like some modern people like to take photos along the way.
But what he called him strange was that there were more than ten such Ming Dynasty bamboo paper books and books on the stalls of these two young men, including one book with eight books, and two pairs of silk. The folded place was broken, and they put it together and fixed it on two torn banners with pins, pressed with a few black things that looked like metal blocks.
There are also some Buddhist instruments used in temples, Buddha statues, arrowheads, copper armor pieces, hat decorations, bright tiles, sandalwood small pieces, copper coins, etc. Although the stalls are small, the varieties are scary. These two young people have bright eyes and white teeth, slender fingers, fragrant belts, and bright smiles. A trace of bad luck of the fighter is also lacking, and they can't help but be suspicious.
Zheng Xiaodao's eyes turned: Uncle! You have been watching for a long time, and we can't sell it after turning it over and over again!
The middle-aged man put away his suspicion and found reasons for this strange thing: he had never seen them before. If he had seen them, such an outstanding man and woman would remember that perhaps it was an old customer on the road who had deceived these two young people who were ignorant of the world to ship for them!
The other stalls are all lights like beans, so no one is allowed to look closely. However, the stall is bright and I have been watching for a long time. The young man did not drive him away. As a permanent director of the Jiangsu Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, if I can't identify the authenticity in this case, it would be useless to be a waste of time.
The middle-aged man said: OK! Let’s hold hands!
Zhao Wumou smiled foolishly: What should I do if I have nothing to do?
The middle-aged man was immediately amazed and laughed. The young man was really an amateur and couldn't help but say angrily: Just discuss the price!
Zhao Wumou smiled and said: Say it earlier! 50,000! Take it away if you want it!
How can middle-aged people not bargain: 20,000!
Zhao Wumou said decisively: OK! But I want to show it!
The middle-aged man said: Of course it is revealed! As he said that, he took out two pink Mao Taizu from his handbag and handed it over.
Zhao Wumou reached out to take it and handed it to Xiaodao: Count it!
Zhao Wumou also asked about the price of these broken books. Huo Fei Yàn is only willing to give 500 yuan a book. The antique shops in Anpin Street and Denglong Lane are even darker. Some people still pay 20 yuan, and it depends on the thickness. It is really good for middle-aged people to give 20,000 yuan.
The middle-aged man handed over another business card and said: I don’t have much cash today, so I will get one first. If you are in a hurry to ship the goods, you can come to me!
Zhao Wumou took the film and saw a few golden words "Lu Dejian, Executive Director of Jiangsu Calligraphy and Painting Research Association" printed on it. He immediately put them in his pocket, said thank you, and replied to his own business card.
An old man squatting next to him also took action and picked up a big hole copper coin with good looks: Let’s talk about the price!
The old man already knew that Zhao Wumou was just an outsider. He gave up the move to hold hands with Zhao Wumou and asked for the price directly
Two hundred ones! Zheng Xiaodao stretched out his head and replied
One hundred! The old man also bargained
Take it! Zhao Wumou laughed. Huo Fei Yàn offered this kind of copper coins for ten yuan each, which was quite high. Some shop owners just opened two yuan.
The old man stopped talking and squatted down and took away all the twenty-three Eastern Wu and large-hole copper coins from the Eastern Jin Dynasty from the stall. He counted 2,300 yuan and handed them to Zheng Xiaodao. Zheng Xiaodao hurriedly put them in a leather bag cross-body on his shoulder.
Qiu Renyi was so excited after reading a few items and confirmed that they were all genuine. No wonder his grandfather Ju Dekao never forgets the ghost market in Nanjing. It turned out that there were really good things. The two silks made Qiu Renyi even more frightened. One was a picture and the other was a character. The large seal script signed was actually the three words "Cao Buxing". The inscription on the painting was "Tian Nu Lingbo" and the character was "Huang Xiang Tianfa Shensheng Post". It was all national treasure-level things. Even if it is considered as the Palace Museum in China, whether there are any authentic works of Cao Buxing in the Three Kingdoms is questioned.
In fact, the archaeological community in the world knows that there are two big mystery groups in Nanjing. The first one is the mystery of the collective disappearance of the imperial tomb of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Compared with the thirteen coffins of Zhu Chongba in the Ming Dynasty, it is even more puzzling to future generations.
Holding back the excitement, Qiu Renyi said: Sir! I have included all your things, so I will offer a price!
Zhao Wumou was overjoyed. It seemed that foreigners were stupid and had a lot of money. They didn’t kill them without slaughtering them. They resisted their excitement and spoke loudly: Three million!
In fact, Cao Buxing's calligraphy, paintings, and Lu Dejian also recognized the seal and inscriptions, but this matter was too incredible and unbelievable, so he did not ask for the price. The few people watching the same thoughts, so the old man couldn't help but take over the smallest value of the Three Kingdoms and the ancient bronze coins from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Even if he was fooled and bought a fake, the loss would not be great.
Is there three million yuan? Qiu Renyi suspected that he had heard it wrong and asked one, "This is too big a missed selection."
Yes! If there is no cash, Alipay or WeChat will do it! Zhao Wumou replied that as soon as this statement came out, he immediately burst into pieces of people watching. How fresh!
In black market transactions, some people actually use Alipay and WeChat. Are you not afraid of getting a whole lot?
No, no! Qiu Renyi said: I brought two bundles of US knives worth hundreds of yuan and ten bundles of RMB. In terms of conversion, there is no three million, only about two and three million yuan. As for the Alipay you mentioned, it is not convenient for me to use WeChat!
Zhao Wumou's eyes rolled twice: That's it! That's OK! So when he went out of the black market on heavy snow, it was because of these cloth and paper things that broke out quickly after they saw the air. They were unwilling to sell them at a low price, so they could only take them out and try their luck. The two pieces of silk and rags on the stall were the most rotten things, and they had to take action as soon as possible, otherwise they would be rotten like strips of cloth.
Those rare ancient books were later vacate in the tombs in front of General Mountain. Because of their obvious location, those tombs were turned upside down, with no gold, silver and jade porcelain left, only books and miscellaneous items left. However, another tomb group a hundred meters away from this tomb was found. In the end, some gold, jade porcelain was found, and a tomb of a noble nerd was found, and the books and picture albums of Ming Dynasty were vacate.
Qiu Renyi immediately opened the bag on his hand to get the money without saying a word
Zhao Wumou found that the broken book turned into money, and he couldn't even close his mouth. Although it was all paper, the difference between the two was too big. He took out a large mountaineering backpack that was originally in the Rakuen and stuffed all the money in it. He was a local bun, but he couldn't recognize the US dollar. He drew a piece from a bundle for Zheng Xiaodao to see.
When Zheng Xiaodao was a bitch at Genting Hot Spring, she often did foreign business and recognized the US dollar. She was particularly sensitive to money. Regardless of the RMB, she could immediately recognize the authenticity of the US dollar when she held it in her hand. Just kidding. If she couldn't tell the authenticity of the fake money, wouldn't it be a blessing to receive the fake money when she was taken out to play by a customer?
Seeing Xiaodao nodded, Zhao Wumou smiled even more happily, picked up a bundle of red old man and threw it to Xiaodao.
Zheng Xiaodao was incredulous and hesitated: Give it to me?
Zhao Wumou laughed: Yes! I’m accompanied me to the freezing in a heavy snowy day, this is a reward!
Zheng Xiaodao was overjoyed and hugged Zhao Wumou and kissed him hard: Thank you husband!
All saliva! Zhao Wumou pushed away Xiaodao and said: I want to do something and go home by the way. What do you say?
Zheng Xiaodao turned his dark purple eyes and smiled: Then I'll go home too, and then go to Jiangning to wait for you!
She was expected to go home early in the morning and would never be blocked by Ding Shang's people. Chen Shu and Lehui, two little bitches, were naturally doing night shifts, and they would never get up early. What she didn't know was that Ding Shang and his group had already made a fuss
Qiu Renyi was also happy. He carefully put rare books, calligraphy and paintings and other things that were easily dispersed in the suitcase he brought, then tied up the four corners of the old blanket, put away the scattered miscellaneous items, and then left. Suddenly he turned around and handed over a business card: Young man! If you have something in the future, just look for me, the price is easy to say!
Zhao Wumou took it and saw it was all foreigners. He immediately became overwhelmed and handed it to Zheng Xiaodao.
Zheng Xiaodao smiled and said: Husband! He is Mr. Qiu Renyi, an advisor to the Metropolitan Museum of America!
Zhao Wumou laughed: Hey! Are you good at foreign literature?
Zheng Xiaodao smiled: That was natural. I learned it specifically in order to make money from foreigners two years ago!
Zheng Xiaodao, a bitch, is smart, but he just takes one step wrong. He made friends with someone at the age of thirteen and fourteen, but when he turned back, he was already a hundred years old.
Qiu Renyi smiled: Chinese! Can you give me a contact information?
Zhao Wumou handed over a business card without any intention, with the printed words: Zhang Yong's contractor
Qiu Renyi looked at it and wondered. Although he was a China Communications Corporation, he couldn't figure out what the contractor was. Anyway, he had a mobile phone number on it, which was enough.
Zhao Wumou suddenly hugged Xiaodao: Don’t rush to leave, there will be a live haunted targeting us!
Live haunted? How could they get up so early on this snowy day? Zheng Xiaodao was shocked. She had more than 120,000 yuan in her bag.
Maybe it was because I didn't sleep in the pool last night? Don't talk, follow me! Zhao Wumou carried his backpack and smiled, then left with the snow wrist of the knife.
There were indeed three figures behind him, quietly following him, and found that the target was not going to go the main road, so he got into the woods on the path by the Qinhuai River. He couldn't help but feel strange and quickly accelerated his pace to follow.
After walking for more than a hundred meters, I arrived at a big camphor tree with dim lights. I stood a stunning Zheng Xiaodao with a smirk on his face, but there was no sign of Zhao Wumou.
The first person who left was Long Xinghu Step, with a cold face, but he was a man in his thirties. He didn't wear much clothes on the snowy day. Seeing that there was only Xiaodao, he was stunned.
Xiaodao hugged his arm and smiled: Pole! You are in trouble!
What! When the man was puzzled, a growing black shadow came down from the big camphor tree that the man hugged him.
The man reacted quickly, his palms overlapped, barely blocking the foot that was kicking towards the door. The inertia that went down into the air made the man unable to seal the foot. The overlapping back of his palms hit his face hard. He then suffered a severe pain in his chest and was stepped on. He was almost in the same room, his lower abdomen hit a knee, weighing more than 10,000 pounds. The domineering protective energy that he was proud of was instantly dispersed. Blood in his mouth gushed wildly, and he immediately rolled and fainted.
Zhao Wumou succeeded in the plot, and he didn't hesitate and rushed to the man following him on the left.
The man was not vague, and his two winds penetrated his ears and patted Zhao Wumou's left and right ears. Zhao Wumou lowered his head and avoided it, and did not give the man a chance to change his moves. The iron fist moved in a row, and instantly hit thirty-four strokes. With the force of ten thousand pounds, the man was so angry that he dissipated his strength. He then picked his left foot back and kicked the third man's pants.
Woo! The third man hummed in pain. He wanted to hide. However, Zhao Wumou's movements were so fast that he was afraid of people. The man felt that his egg yolks were flowing out. Then he fainted and knew nothing.
Zhao Wumou clapped his hands: Damn! These three poles are definitely not haunted, they are all hard qigong. If I hadn't had my fists hard, I would have fallen here today. Humph! It seems that this ghost market will have to come again one after another!
Zheng Xiaodao ran over, hugged Zhao Wumou and kissed him: Husband is the best, one beats three!
Zhao Wumou hugged her slim waist and took the mountaineering bag from her: Is this a sneak attack? You little slut turned your eyes straight, what's the idea for me?
Zheng Xiaodao smiled: Good husband! You see, this Qing Dynasty is a lot of morning, and it has just snowed heavily, so there is no bus or a trip. If it is convenient, take me home?
Zhao Wumou thought for a moment: OK! But don’t cause a lot of trouble like last time!
Thank you husband! No one of those people will get up so early this time! Xiaodao smirked, hugged Zhao Wumou's waist tightly and tightened, and almost squeezed his whole fragrant body into Zhao Wumou's arms, and slowly walked towards the parking place
Although what happened just now, these two are the ones who have been beaten. They don’t care whether they are beaten or beaten, and just think that it’s commonplace.
Qiu Renyi called Qian Youfa on his phone. Qian Youfa was attracted by a piece of porcelain from the Republic of China and was holding hands with the stall owner to bargain. The stall owner only had this real thing, and the price was very bitten, and he would not let go. When the two thiefs were entangled in the towel, he received a call from Qiu Renyi.
After reading it? Qian Youfa had to pull his hand to pick up his phone
Yes! I received a lot of good things, Nanjing Ghost Market, and it is indeed well-known! Qiu Ren's sense of righteousness
You foreigner is just a light bulb eye! It would be nice to see a right thing in this ghost market! Qian You rolled his eyes and knew that the Republic of China porcelain in front of him could not be held anymore. He stood up and walked away in disappointment.
The stall owner didn't try to keep it. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer things. I'm not afraid that no one wants them. I put away the towel I used to hold my hand and squatted down again.
Qiu Renyi had been waiting by his car, and the two entered the car and turned on the air conditioner.
Qian Youchao said: Let me show it! What treasure can you pick up, a dead foreigner?
Qiu Renyi did not untied the old blanket. The things were too mixed. If one or two pieces were dropped, they would be lost in the car. Open the box, take out a rare book, and handed it to the money friend.
Qian Youfu took the book of the sixteenth book without caring and opened it: The ghost market is full of fake things, and you can’t really do this thing? What! This is? Ma Wan’s "Guanyuan Collection" by the Ming Dynasty? Isn’t this thing lost? Hey! It’s really right! Which stall I bought it? Wait, I want to get off the car and go back and take a look again!
Qiu Renyi smiled: I have all the things on the stall included!
Qian Youfa regretted: All included? What other good items are there?
Qiu Renyi opened the box and sent it to Qian You: All the rare ancient books are here, and there are a lot of scattered ones. In my eyes, it is all right. I will give you a look after you go back and organize it!
Qian Youfa regretted it. If he had known that the foreigner was so lucky, he would have been stuck with him. He carefully looked at the "Guanyuan Collection" and said: No! There is more than one collection of paintings, right?
Qiu Renyi recalled: A Chinese took the lead and took away a book!
How much does it cost? Qianyou asked
The book I took away, the Chinese gave me 20,000 yuan, and the things I packed were 2.3 million yuan in total! Qiu Renyidao
Two million and three hundred thousand? I can’t even get this book of silencing gardens! Qian You shouted
Iron Boss! Don’t tear my stuff apart! Otherwise you can’t afford it! Qiu Renyi reminded him that he didn’t say that money friends don’t have that much money, but that he had money and had no place to buy it.
Qian Youfa was depressed. You said that he was a foreigner who rarely went back and forth, so he picked up a huge leak. As a Nanjing native, he was visiting the ghost market almost every week, so why didn’t he pick a leak?
Now I ask Qiu Renyi about Zhao Wumou's appearance and figure clearly. If I can meet him in the future, I will never let him go
After Zhao Wumou sent Xiaodao home, he drove the car to a secluded place, opened the rear window a wide finger-wide slit to breathe, and after sleeping beautifully, he stretched out his big waist. When he opened the phone to look, it was already 9:06 in the morning, he pried out Huo Fei Yàn's cell phone.
Wu Ming! Do you want to see me? The voice of Huo Fei Yàn and Mèi came from his phone, but it was much more coquettish than a few months ago.
Zhao Wumou smiled bitterly: There are a few things I want you to take action against, how can I miss you?
I hate it! Huo Fei Yàn stamped his feet over there
Zhao Wumou said: Is it convenient to come here now?
Of course it is convenient! If you really find me to send something, hurry up and I will offer you a good price, otherwise my aunt will come back this afternoon! How much can you get in front of my aunt? But we are no longer in our original place now. On the second floor of the Antique New Town in Denglong Lane, the name is Zhuting Yuyun. Huo Fei Yàn
OK! You wait, I'll come over immediately! Zhao Wumou said, and started to start the car
A blow more than ten years ago has caused him to lose trust in women. What kind of vows?
What will last forever?
Nowadays, women love men’s money, and secondly, they want a house and a car. How can they have any friendship?
Even if you are childhood sweethearts, you have this kind of virtue, let alone what you know in school and society when you grow up. As for what you know in blind dates and matchmaking agencies, it is even more nonsense. Rather than getting married, it is better to say it is a transaction, which is similar to buying and selling pork, and it is just about weighing, so you would rather be naked than to settle down. When there is a need for physiology, you either masturbate or find a lady to solve the problem.
When Zhao Wumou found Huo Fei, he saw this girl making tea through the glass. The shop with a height of 200 square meters outside was quaint, but the door was deserted. The three equally beautiful Huo family members were not in a hurry to do business. Whenever customers came in, they were left to see it and did not urge them.
Zhao Wumou glanced at the shelves and saw that the things on the shelves were sparse and there were only more than ten pieces. Their quality was not very good, and they were more or less repaired.
What Zhao Wumou didn't know was that the Huo family never produced fakes. It was just these more than ten real things from the Southern and Northern Dynasties, which were enough to be king in the Nanjing antique circle.
There is also a hundred square meters in the inner room, and a pillar of fine sandalwood is burning. Huo Fei Yàn looked up and smiled: Come on? Have tea!
Leisure and quiet, antique, beautiful women as picturesque
Zhao Wumou put a large cardboard box in his hand next to the door, picked up the small cup lined up, drank a few in a row, and then smashed his mouth: Not bad! Very hot!
Huo Fei Yàn was so funny: It was just hot, didn’t you feel anything else?
Zhao Wumou laughed: It’s still a bit bitter!
Huo Fei Yàn shook his head: You don’t have any insights?
Zhao Wumou smiled even stronger: Yes! If you change to a large jar, it will be refreshing to drink!
Huo Fei rolled his eyes and said angrily: I have no common language with you, a rough guy!
Zhao Wumou laughed: Why don’t you have it? This is the thing in common! As he spoke, he took a paper cutter, cut the transparent tape outside the carton, and took out ten pieces of porcelain from the Eastern Jin Dynasty imperial tomb from the box, five broken thin jade pieces, and lined up on the low wooden table in front of him.
Huo Fei Yàn looked over one by one, and his eyes shone brightly. With her knowledge, she knew that this was the top porcelain in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, not the so-called celadon, but the legendary Changnan blue-white porcelain. To be precise, it was a light blue color, similar to the color of the northern Song Dynasty, and the artifacts were as smooth as jade, crystal clear and moist.
The Eastern Jin Dynasty was a prosperous era in Chinese history, and its civilization level was no less than that of the Tang and Song dynasties. However, after the wars and chaos, the Sui army entered Jinling, completely destroyed the extremely prosperous Jinling metropolis into farmland. It was not until eight hundred years later that the Ming Dynasty flourished again. The Eastern Jin and Six Dynasties civilizations have always been a mysterious existence.
Zhao Wumou grinned: 20,000 per person, 10 per person is 200,000 per person!
Huo Fei Yàn giggled: Twenty thousand per piece is this two-foot-high jade lord. The other pieces are smaller than the jade lord, the shape of the garment is also worse, and the uranium color is not good. It is not worth 20,000. This is 15 thousand, this is 8,000, well!
Huo Fei, Yàn, didn't understand how to use antiques and jade to set prices based on size? When he spoke, he opened the porcelain pot that had a price of 8,000 yuan, but the bottom of the pot was an oval base. Zhao Qi, craftsman, saw these three ancient seal characters, and Huo Xiaoshi's pussy!, and his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.
Tang Sancai is just pottery. Most historians believe that the prosperity of porcelain was only after the Song Dynasty. As for the Liling underglaze five-color porcelain that originated in the Eastern Han Dynasty and flourished in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it only exists in legends. During the Republic of China, some good people imitated it, but no one has seen the real Liling five-color porcelain.
A very few master-level players in the antique circle believe that the porcelain from the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Southern Dynasties is no worse than that from the Song Dynasty.
There was no official kiln in ceramics before the Song Dynasty. The craftsmen who made ceramics had a very low status. Zhao Gan was the legendary ancestor of porcelain. The porcelain base had a variety of uses, not just for the sake of becoming famous. This blue-white porcelain pot ware had the base of the pot, which was more likely to be held accountable if there were any shortcomings after paying tribute to the royal family.
From the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, the Five Barbarians and the Wars were a big dynasty. In addition, the collective disappearance of the Eastern Jin Dynasty imperial tombs and the complete burning of the Six Dynasties palaces, a glorious and developed civilization was submerged in the long river of history.
Zhao Wumou's depressed voice came from his ears: It's not unreasonable for you to say this. Apart from this porcelain lord, other things are indeed a little smaller, mainly because the boxes are difficult to put in, but for the sake of our familiarity, can we add some? Fly Yàn! Fly Yàn!
Huo Fei Yàn suppressed the little deer who was ramming in his heart and thought: This guy won’t find the tomb of the unlucky emperor in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, right? If so, its significance is more valuable than the antiques that were rewritten. It is a milestone in the history of archaeology. If it goes back to other blue and white porcelain, one is Jiang Wang Yi and the other is Jiang Shen Quan. I think it is also a famous craftsman at that time.
When I heard Zhao Wumou call her, I responded: What did you shout? I heard it! I was wondering how much money would you give you? Look, these jade pieces are clearly made of a piece of jade, and they didn't show it to me in advance, so it's hard to set the price. But for the sake of our old acquaintances, I will make a decision before my aunt comes back, and I will give you a total of 160,000, right? What do you think?
Zhao Wumou's eyes turned and thought to himself: It's broken, so we shouldn't have gotten so many pieces. He agreed to have a 20,000 yuan per piece of porcelain. This girl was at the price of death. However, there were too many of these porcelains, and these pieces were a bit broken, not colorful, and it was useless to keep them in her hands. The price was lower than her in other places. These five jade pieces were indeed broken by a thin piece of jade on the coffin. They were broken by Hong Xuanjiao and a few ghosts when they started the coffin. They were too thin and not mutton fat. They were just ordinary Hetian white jade, which could not be changed into other things. I think it was really not worth much, so I spoke up now: OK! But Fei Yàn, your return this time is different from before? It seems?
Huo FeiYàn didn't want anyone to mention this matter and waved: OK! Check or transfer? When he spoke, he suddenly smelled the male Colmon smell of Zhao Wumou's body. The lewd fragrance left in his body became strange again. His pussy was wet, and his eyes couldn't help but circulate. He glanced at Zhao Wumou's cock intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhao Wumou laughed: Give me cash, hey! Why are you doing this when you watch it?
Huo Fei Yàn bit his lip: No strategy! Business is business, you see, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, why not?
Zhao Wumou is with Xiaodao all day long, and he is not as thirsty as before. He has played with the little prince's female beast. He knows that some beauties seem pure and inviolable, but in fact they are other people's female beasts. They come and go when they are pulled. Seeing Huo Fei's appearance is very strange, very few people want to shoot a cannon early in the morning, so they dodge it immediately: That! Fei Yiàn! I don't have any interest in the morning, so why don't we make an appointment?
Huo Fei wanted it physically, but in his mind he knew that such a lust would scare people, so he bit his lip: OK! Xiao Zhang! Come in!
Xiao Zhang, a beautiful female disciple from the outer hall, responded and came in and said: Boss!
Huo Fei Yàn resisted the itch in the flesh: Give him 160,000!
Xiao Zhang nodded: Yes! Come with me!
Zhao Wumou got the money and went out, and was not in a hurry to leave. Anyway, it was still early, so he wandered around the antique market, holding the comb and two small jade pieces he brought with him, and asked someone to ask for the price, but he was disappointed. I don’t know if these people didn’t understand or treated him as a kidnapped. No one said that the things he was in his hand were old items, and the price was only two or three hundred yuan at most. It would be better to give them all to Huo Fei Yàn!
About eleven half of the time, I called my mother and brought some cooked food home
When he arrived at the dilapidated community, there was no place to park. Zhao Wumou found a place to park his car. His car was not right, and he was posted countless orders and did not pay a fine. He was not afraid of being stolen. He took his backpack and went upstairs.
Mrs. Zhao left a crack in the door early. His family was not in good condition. She couldn't steal any valuable things when the thief came. After Zhao Wumou came in, the food was ready.
My mother said: You little bailzi, where did Chengzi go to drink and gamble? Da Nian called you a few times!
Zhao Wumou laughed: I know what Chen Danian is doing, I just don’t want to pay attention to him!
Chen Danian wants to find Zhao Wumou, which means that the Yang family girl who disappeared a few months ago has been found, but she has lost her soul and became dementia. She wants him to try to summon others' souls. There is also a girl from the Yang family girl, just like her.
Yang Ziqing and Zhang Luning, the lost souls of two sluts, are raised in Zhao Wumou's jade gourd, but those two families are powerful and do not believe in the warlocks of the world. Just like last time, they come to someone else's house, but they may not pay any attention, and it is even more impossible to give money happily. Since they can't get money, Zhao Wumou doesn't want to make it boring.
My mother said: Why are you kid like this?
Zhao Wumou grinned and took out 200,000 yuan in cash from his backpack to give it to me. After thinking about it, he was afraid that I would be frightened, so he only took a bundle and handed it over.
Old Mrs. Zhao was shocked: You guys, what are you doing?
Zhao Wumou laughed: I know that I changed my career to sales this year and had good performance. This is the dividend I deserve at the end of the year. In order to save face, the boss gave all the cash and distributed it in person. It also means that the backward employees know how to work hard!
My mother said: I still have some money for household use, so you can keep this money for your wife!
Zhao Wumou laughed: Don’t worry about your wife. You always keep the money in your card. Don’t touch the money. Use cash first to save you from withdrawing it to the bank! As he spoke, he handed over another card: It’s still the old password!
I had no choice but to accept it: How many are there in the card?
Zhao Wumou laughed: It’s also 100,000, that’s my salary. I’m on business trips and drinks all my boss’s food and drinks, and I don’t have a baby at home, so I saved it!
Old Mrs. Zhao was skeptical, but she had to accept it.
Zhao Wumou picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat when the phone rang at home. He couldn't help but say angrily: It must be Chen Danian again, let's ignore this silence!
Old Mrs. Zhao said: You have dinner, I'll pick it up!
Half a minute later, Mrs. Zhao came back with a strange expression
Zhao Wumou was eating the food: What's wrong? Not Chen Dainian?
Zhao Wutai hesitated and said: It's Xiaojing! I've been out for more than ten years, and I want to come and see you!
Zhao Wumou's face changed: Tell her that I'm not at home!
Old Mrs. Zhao said: Don’t do this! I know that you two grew up and went to school together. They have a good relationship. If our family had not been poor, they might have already brought their grandchildren. Since she went abroad, she sent a lot of money back over the years. Her family moved to a high-end community a few years ago. It is rare that she still kept our phone number, so what if she asked her to play at home!
Zhao Wumou put down his chopsticks: Oh! Thinking about it, there is something urgent, I have to go out immediately! I secretly hated in my heart: This dead girl must have married a foreigner long ago, and the bastard son must have had it too. He was so good at stabbing his dick, and he could get a good knife. Now he ran to me to show off.
Old Mrs. Zhao sighed: Tell me about you! Why have you been unwilling to face it after so many years? Think about how old you are?
It’s the 35th day of the Chinese New Year? Xiaojing has a look and figure that is vast. Even if you look for it in the entire Nanjing city, you can’t find many. You can’t let Xiaojing go away. How can you find a girlfriend by her standards? I can’t hold my grandson in this life, and now I don’t even dare to see her!
Zhao Wumou is strong: I meet you as soon as possible, what's the big deal? My son can fight tigers and catch dragons when I go to sea. I'm afraid of seeing a woman. Also, who said I have no girlfriend anymore? My girlfriend is beautiful, no worse than Wang Jing!
Old Mrs. Zhao immediately looked at her eyes: Don’t fool your mother. If she is really a girlfriend, why don’t you bring me a look?
Zhao Wumou gritted his teeth: Take it if you bring it!
Old Mrs. Zhao said excitedly: Can you bring it back during the Chinese New Year?
Zhao Wumou said ruthlessly: Of course! What's wrong with it!
A sweet voice came from the door: Is Zhao Mama at home?
Zhao Wumou immediately shrank his head, his handsome face looked confused.
Old Mrs. Zhao glanced at her son and replied: At home! Is it Xiaojing? Go and open the door.
The alternative method for Qian Youshou is to expose the beauty and then take a photo. Wang Jing was taken out of Qiu Renyi's room by this vulgar old man, and hey, smirk: Slut! Standing at the door, if there is someone, you have to watch it. If no one comes, you will be lucky. I will take you into the room in an hour!
Wang Jing put his mouth on: It doesn’t matter!
Qian Youfa put a miniature camera in the concave corner at the door of the room, adjusted the angle, and circled around Wang Jing and said: You can only walk in this range, don’t go out!
Wang Jing nodded sluttyly, leaned her naked body against the wall, hugged her arms with both hands, held her breasts high, and raised one leg backward, crossed her against the wall
Wang Jing was lucky today, and no large groups of people appeared. Just about half an hour, a middle-aged man who was stuck in the store with a door appeared. He stared at her for a long time and found that Wang Jing was looking at him fiercely, without the courage to go up. He just turned his head to see him after walking over.
An hour finally passed, Qian Youfu’s door opened and he smiled: Bitch! Come in!
Wang Jing put down her feet on the wall, stepped on her high-heeled boots, walked into the house with a slight hint, closed the door with her legs back, Qian Youfa in the house held a digital camera, and asked her to pose in various positions, lift her legs and break her vagina, and take photos.
Early the next morning, Wang Jing was sleeping in a daze, feeling her butt hurt, and her neck tightened. A voice from Qian You heard from her ear: Bitch! Get up and hold it in my mouth!
Wang Jing didn't even open her eyes, and she skillfully found a stinky thing to put it into her mouth, and started oral sex with her head and neck stretching. Although her ventral skills were outstanding, she couldn't stand it up no matter how hard she was.
Forget it! Qian You yelled. Although he had the intention to ejaculate, he couldn't ejaculate. He could only open his eyes. There was one in Viagra hotel, but he cherished his life even more.
When I put my dick away and was holding Wang Jing, the doorbell sounded
Qian You sent Wang Jing to open the door. It was Qiu Renyi, who was carrying a suitcase in his hand. The foreigner was not polite and walked straight into the room and smiled lewdly: Boss Iron! How about it! Is this Bichi still satisfied?
Qian Youfa was too lazy to correct the foreigner anymore and said in his clothes: It's really good. I said you, a foreigner, can you be a little polite? I haven't worn clothes yet!
Qiu Renyi pulled Wang Jing over and played with her nipples wearing steel rings and smiled: She is not afraid of being a woman, what are you afraid of?
Qian You snorted coldly: I can't compare to her. I said, "You foreigner, why do you hang a turtle shell in front of her B?"
Qiu Renyi blinked his eyes: Turtle shell? Can't you see it?
Qian Youfu's eyes turned around: It's the legendary shell of a turtle, but so what? If it's a larger turtle shell with ancient Chinese text on it, it's worth a little money, but this one is too small, although there are patterns on it, it doesn't look like a word, but!
Qiu Renyi was curious: But what?
Qian Youfa thought for a while and said: But this thing was born, and it was the main cause of disaster. You will understand by reading the reigns of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty!
Qiu Renyi blinked and smiled: I read that book when I was young. My grandfather’s guess was to dissolve this shell and the beauty, but I don’t know how it can dissolve it. This Bichi seems to be different from other women. I hang it on the clitoris of this Bichi, hoping that a miracle will happen!
As for what Jude Kao told him about unlocking the secret of the turtle, if there are great benefits, he would never tell Qianyou that many people died for this small turtle shell.
Qian Youfa had already put on his clothes and stood up: Let's go! The ghost market is in Chaotian Palace! I'll go down and drive, are you waiting for me at the door of the hotel? Is this bitch going?
Qiu Renyi was playing with Wang Jing's snow-white body: She didn't want to go, I promised her that when I arrived in her hometown, I would give her a day off, which is a reward for her, Bichi! Before your contract period, it was my personal favor to you. Before 11 o'clock tonight, I must have opened my room where I live. Wait for me to fuck me, do you know? As I spoke, I put the door card in the middle of Wang Jing's deep cleavage.
Qian You laughed and said: Are you not afraid of her running away?
Qiu Renyi also smiled: If she has courage, she will be happy to see if she has the courage.
Wang Jing knew that she couldn't escape at all. She was played with her all night and wanted them to go out. It was rare to be so arrogant. If they were talking to her master, she would have to get out of bed naked and kneel down to listen to the instructions.
So Wang Jing was too lazy to open her eyes, so she responded vaguely, wrapped herself in a quilt and slept again. She hadn't come back for more than ten years. This time she must go home and then go to his house. I just don't know if his house has moved in the past few years?
Yesterday's heavy snow made the world covered with silver makeup, the weather was as dark as ink, and the temperature dropped to minus 4 degrees Celsius. Qiu Renyi didn't feel that although he was driving the air conditioner in the car, Qian Youfa, who was driving, was so cold that he was shaking. He scolded Qiu Renyi for being full.
Qiu Renyi was not angry and asked: Boss Tie, you said the ghost market is from 4 a.m. to 6 a.m., so it wasn't that lying to me, right?
Qianyou scolded: Damn B! What is the ghost market? Do you know? It’s what you call the underground black market. I’m fine. What do I lie to you? Nanjing has always been a tradition. The ghost market is this time. As long as it doesn’t rain, there will be people setting up stalls every Saturday and Sunday morning!
The ghost market in Nanjing is on the 100-meter-long street at the intersection of Chaotian Palace East Gate and Wangfu Street. Along the Chaotian Palace Wall, people will also set up stalls along the Qinhuai River. There are still many people standing under the dim street lights. There are also 30 or 50 stalls, but not one by one. Each stall is at least seven or eight meters away.
Although Qian Youchao scolded him, he was a regular customer here. Almost all the local ground rats shipped locally knew him. They hated him for the low price and refused to ship it to him. However, there were very few local ground rats that could make him like him. The ones he wanted to slaughter were all passing underground workers.
Qian Youfa only brought two RMB with him, and believed that this was enough. He parked the car on the side of the road in Cangxiang Bridge and took the foreigner to turn in. Seeing Qiu Renyi carrying a suitcase, the material was filled with cash. He was afraid that the foreigner would compete for business with him and said with a flattering smile: That! Lao Qiu, let's move separately!
Qiu Renyi wondered: Why should we move separately?
Qian You smiled badly: This is a rule in the ghost market. If we are together, we will not sell it to us!
What rules are this? Is it really strange for you in China? Qiu Renyi was confused, but he still separated from Qian Youfa.
Anyone who fights or receives black goods turns the lights on the stalls very dim, and they are all squatting in the corner, and the roadside is full of old books. Qian Youfa naturally knows the way, so he goes into the corner after he is separated.
Qiu Renyi doesn’t know!
After separation, walk along Chaotiangong Street. In front of the screen wall opposite Jiangning Academy, there is a stall. The lights are brighter than other stalls. It is surrounded by seven or eight people, and it is impossible to see what is on the stall.
Qiu Renyi was curious and immediately stretched out his head and drilled in.
The person watching the audience was full of ghost eyes. A pair of outstanding men and women stood in front of the stalls of 1.7 meters and 8 meters long. The woman had a rare dark purple hair, dark purple pupils, and white skin as white as snow. From the back of the man, he hugged his waist and placed his pretty chin on the man's shoulder. Both of them were not wearing much, but they could not tell that they were cold.
Zhao Wumou grinned and said to a middle-aged man: Boss! Look carefully, I am full of real things here! It is absolutely innocent!
The middle-aged man looked at a booklet with a size of sixteen, a rare antique bamboo book. It was not fake. From his knowledge, it was a hand-picked book by Ma Wan in the early Ming Dynasty. He had all the inscriptions and seals. The content should be the charming characters Ma Wan saw on his way to take office as an official, with as many as thirty-seven pages, just like some modern people like to take photos along the way.
But what he called him strange was that there were more than ten such Ming Dynasty bamboo paper books and books on the stalls of these two young men, including one book with eight books, and two pairs of silk. The folded place was broken, and they put it together and fixed it on two torn banners with pins, pressed with a few black things that looked like metal blocks.
There are also some Buddhist instruments used in temples, Buddha statues, arrowheads, copper armor pieces, hat decorations, bright tiles, sandalwood small pieces, copper coins, etc. Although the stalls are small, the varieties are scary. These two young people have bright eyes and white teeth, slender fingers, fragrant belts, and bright smiles. A trace of bad luck of the fighter is also lacking, and they can't help but be suspicious.
Zheng Xiaodao's eyes turned: Uncle! You have been watching for a long time, and we can't sell it after turning it over and over again!
The middle-aged man put away his suspicion and found reasons for this strange thing: he had never seen them before. If he had seen them, such an outstanding man and woman would remember that perhaps it was an old customer on the road who had deceived these two young people who were ignorant of the world to ship for them!
The other stalls are all lights like beans, so no one is allowed to look closely. However, the stall is bright and I have been watching for a long time. The young man did not drive him away. As a permanent director of the Jiangsu Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, if I can't identify the authenticity in this case, it would be useless to be a waste of time.
The middle-aged man said: OK! Let’s hold hands!
Zhao Wumou smiled foolishly: What should I do if I have nothing to do?
The middle-aged man was immediately amazed and laughed. The young man was really an amateur and couldn't help but say angrily: Just discuss the price!
Zhao Wumou smiled and said: Say it earlier! 50,000! Take it away if you want it!
How can middle-aged people not bargain: 20,000!
Zhao Wumou said decisively: OK! But I want to show it!
The middle-aged man said: Of course it is revealed! As he said that, he took out two pink Mao Taizu from his handbag and handed it over.
Zhao Wumou reached out to take it and handed it to Xiaodao: Count it!
Zhao Wumou also asked about the price of these broken books. Huo Fei Yàn is only willing to give 500 yuan a book. The antique shops in Anpin Street and Denglong Lane are even darker. Some people still pay 20 yuan, and it depends on the thickness. It is really good for middle-aged people to give 20,000 yuan.
The middle-aged man handed over another business card and said: I don’t have much cash today, so I will get one first. If you are in a hurry to ship the goods, you can come to me!
Zhao Wumou took the film and saw a few golden words "Lu Dejian, Executive Director of Jiangsu Calligraphy and Painting Research Association" printed on it. He immediately put them in his pocket, said thank you, and replied to his own business card.
An old man squatting next to him also took action and picked up a big hole copper coin with good looks: Let’s talk about the price!
The old man already knew that Zhao Wumou was just an outsider. He gave up the move to hold hands with Zhao Wumou and asked for the price directly
Two hundred ones! Zheng Xiaodao stretched out his head and replied
One hundred! The old man also bargained
Take it! Zhao Wumou laughed. Huo Fei Yàn offered this kind of copper coins for ten yuan each, which was quite high. Some shop owners just opened two yuan.
The old man stopped talking and squatted down and took away all the twenty-three Eastern Wu and large-hole copper coins from the Eastern Jin Dynasty from the stall. He counted 2,300 yuan and handed them to Zheng Xiaodao. Zheng Xiaodao hurriedly put them in a leather bag cross-body on his shoulder.
Qiu Renyi was so excited after reading a few items and confirmed that they were all genuine. No wonder his grandfather Ju Dekao never forgets the ghost market in Nanjing. It turned out that there were really good things. The two silks made Qiu Renyi even more frightened. One was a picture and the other was a character. The large seal script signed was actually the three words "Cao Buxing". The inscription on the painting was "Tian Nu Lingbo" and the character was "Huang Xiang Tianfa Shensheng Post". It was all national treasure-level things. Even if it is considered as the Palace Museum in China, whether there are any authentic works of Cao Buxing in the Three Kingdoms is questioned.
In fact, the archaeological community in the world knows that there are two big mystery groups in Nanjing. The first one is the mystery of the collective disappearance of the imperial tomb of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Compared with the thirteen coffins of Zhu Chongba in the Ming Dynasty, it is even more puzzling to future generations.
Holding back the excitement, Qiu Renyi said: Sir! I have included all your things, so I will offer a price!
Zhao Wumou was overjoyed. It seemed that foreigners were stupid and had a lot of money. They didn’t kill them without slaughtering them. They resisted their excitement and spoke loudly: Three million!
In fact, Cao Buxing's calligraphy, paintings, and Lu Dejian also recognized the seal and inscriptions, but this matter was too incredible and unbelievable, so he did not ask for the price. The few people watching the same thoughts, so the old man couldn't help but take over the smallest value of the Three Kingdoms and the ancient bronze coins from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Even if he was fooled and bought a fake, the loss would not be great.
Is there three million yuan? Qiu Renyi suspected that he had heard it wrong and asked one, "This is too big a missed selection."
Yes! If there is no cash, Alipay or WeChat will do it! Zhao Wumou replied that as soon as this statement came out, he immediately burst into pieces of people watching. How fresh!
In black market transactions, some people actually use Alipay and WeChat. Are you not afraid of getting a whole lot?
No, no! Qiu Renyi said: I brought two bundles of US knives worth hundreds of yuan and ten bundles of RMB. In terms of conversion, there is no three million, only about two and three million yuan. As for the Alipay you mentioned, it is not convenient for me to use WeChat!
Zhao Wumou's eyes rolled twice: That's it! That's OK! So when he went out of the black market on heavy snow, it was because of these cloth and paper things that broke out quickly after they saw the air. They were unwilling to sell them at a low price, so they could only take them out and try their luck. The two pieces of silk and rags on the stall were the most rotten things, and they had to take action as soon as possible, otherwise they would be rotten like strips of cloth.
Those rare ancient books were later vacate in the tombs in front of General Mountain. Because of their obvious location, those tombs were turned upside down, with no gold, silver and jade porcelain left, only books and miscellaneous items left. However, another tomb group a hundred meters away from this tomb was found. In the end, some gold, jade porcelain was found, and a tomb of a noble nerd was found, and the books and picture albums of Ming Dynasty were vacate.
Qiu Renyi immediately opened the bag on his hand to get the money without saying a word
Zhao Wumou found that the broken book turned into money, and he couldn't even close his mouth. Although it was all paper, the difference between the two was too big. He took out a large mountaineering backpack that was originally in the Rakuen and stuffed all the money in it. He was a local bun, but he couldn't recognize the US dollar. He drew a piece from a bundle for Zheng Xiaodao to see.
When Zheng Xiaodao was a bitch at Genting Hot Spring, she often did foreign business and recognized the US dollar. She was particularly sensitive to money. Regardless of the RMB, she could immediately recognize the authenticity of the US dollar when she held it in her hand. Just kidding. If she couldn't tell the authenticity of the fake money, wouldn't it be a blessing to receive the fake money when she was taken out to play by a customer?
Seeing Xiaodao nodded, Zhao Wumou smiled even more happily, picked up a bundle of red old man and threw it to Xiaodao.
Zheng Xiaodao was incredulous and hesitated: Give it to me?
Zhao Wumou laughed: Yes! I’m accompanied me to the freezing in a heavy snowy day, this is a reward!
Zheng Xiaodao was overjoyed and hugged Zhao Wumou and kissed him hard: Thank you husband!
All saliva! Zhao Wumou pushed away Xiaodao and said: I want to do something and go home by the way. What do you say?
Zheng Xiaodao turned his dark purple eyes and smiled: Then I'll go home too, and then go to Jiangning to wait for you!
She was expected to go home early in the morning and would never be blocked by Ding Shang's people. Chen Shu and Lehui, two little bitches, were naturally doing night shifts, and they would never get up early. What she didn't know was that Ding Shang and his group had already made a fuss
Qiu Renyi was also happy. He carefully put rare books, calligraphy and paintings and other things that were easily dispersed in the suitcase he brought, then tied up the four corners of the old blanket, put away the scattered miscellaneous items, and then left. Suddenly he turned around and handed over a business card: Young man! If you have something in the future, just look for me, the price is easy to say!
Zhao Wumou took it and saw it was all foreigners. He immediately became overwhelmed and handed it to Zheng Xiaodao.
Zheng Xiaodao smiled and said: Husband! He is Mr. Qiu Renyi, an advisor to the Metropolitan Museum of America!
Zhao Wumou laughed: Hey! Are you good at foreign literature?
Zheng Xiaodao smiled: That was natural. I learned it specifically in order to make money from foreigners two years ago!
Zheng Xiaodao, a bitch, is smart, but he just takes one step wrong. He made friends with someone at the age of thirteen and fourteen, but when he turned back, he was already a hundred years old.
Qiu Renyi smiled: Chinese! Can you give me a contact information?
Zhao Wumou handed over a business card without any intention, with the printed words: Zhang Yong's contractor
Qiu Renyi looked at it and wondered. Although he was a China Communications Corporation, he couldn't figure out what the contractor was. Anyway, he had a mobile phone number on it, which was enough.
Zhao Wumou suddenly hugged Xiaodao: Don’t rush to leave, there will be a live haunted targeting us!
Live haunted? How could they get up so early on this snowy day? Zheng Xiaodao was shocked. She had more than 120,000 yuan in her bag.
Maybe it was because I didn't sleep in the pool last night? Don't talk, follow me! Zhao Wumou carried his backpack and smiled, then left with the snow wrist of the knife.
There were indeed three figures behind him, quietly following him, and found that the target was not going to go the main road, so he got into the woods on the path by the Qinhuai River. He couldn't help but feel strange and quickly accelerated his pace to follow.
After walking for more than a hundred meters, I arrived at a big camphor tree with dim lights. I stood a stunning Zheng Xiaodao with a smirk on his face, but there was no sign of Zhao Wumou.
The first person who left was Long Xinghu Step, with a cold face, but he was a man in his thirties. He didn't wear much clothes on the snowy day. Seeing that there was only Xiaodao, he was stunned.
Xiaodao hugged his arm and smiled: Pole! You are in trouble!
What! When the man was puzzled, a growing black shadow came down from the big camphor tree that the man hugged him.
The man reacted quickly, his palms overlapped, barely blocking the foot that was kicking towards the door. The inertia that went down into the air made the man unable to seal the foot. The overlapping back of his palms hit his face hard. He then suffered a severe pain in his chest and was stepped on. He was almost in the same room, his lower abdomen hit a knee, weighing more than 10,000 pounds. The domineering protective energy that he was proud of was instantly dispersed. Blood in his mouth gushed wildly, and he immediately rolled and fainted.
Zhao Wumou succeeded in the plot, and he didn't hesitate and rushed to the man following him on the left.
The man was not vague, and his two winds penetrated his ears and patted Zhao Wumou's left and right ears. Zhao Wumou lowered his head and avoided it, and did not give the man a chance to change his moves. The iron fist moved in a row, and instantly hit thirty-four strokes. With the force of ten thousand pounds, the man was so angry that he dissipated his strength. He then picked his left foot back and kicked the third man's pants.
Woo! The third man hummed in pain. He wanted to hide. However, Zhao Wumou's movements were so fast that he was afraid of people. The man felt that his egg yolks were flowing out. Then he fainted and knew nothing.
Zhao Wumou clapped his hands: Damn! These three poles are definitely not haunted, they are all hard qigong. If I hadn't had my fists hard, I would have fallen here today. Humph! It seems that this ghost market will have to come again one after another!
Zheng Xiaodao ran over, hugged Zhao Wumou and kissed him: Husband is the best, one beats three!
Zhao Wumou hugged her slim waist and took the mountaineering bag from her: Is this a sneak attack? You little slut turned your eyes straight, what's the idea for me?
Zheng Xiaodao smiled: Good husband! You see, this Qing Dynasty is a lot of morning, and it has just snowed heavily, so there is no bus or a trip. If it is convenient, take me home?
Zhao Wumou thought for a moment: OK! But don’t cause a lot of trouble like last time!
Thank you husband! No one of those people will get up so early this time! Xiaodao smirked, hugged Zhao Wumou's waist tightly and tightened, and almost squeezed his whole fragrant body into Zhao Wumou's arms, and slowly walked towards the parking place
Although what happened just now, these two are the ones who have been beaten. They don’t care whether they are beaten or beaten, and just think that it’s commonplace.
Qiu Renyi called Qian Youfa on his phone. Qian Youfa was attracted by a piece of porcelain from the Republic of China and was holding hands with the stall owner to bargain. The stall owner only had this real thing, and the price was very bitten, and he would not let go. When the two thiefs were entangled in the towel, he received a call from Qiu Renyi.
After reading it? Qian Youfa had to pull his hand to pick up his phone
Yes! I received a lot of good things, Nanjing Ghost Market, and it is indeed well-known! Qiu Ren's sense of righteousness
You foreigner is just a light bulb eye! It would be nice to see a right thing in this ghost market! Qian You rolled his eyes and knew that the Republic of China porcelain in front of him could not be held anymore. He stood up and walked away in disappointment.
The stall owner didn't try to keep it. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer things. I'm not afraid that no one wants them. I put away the towel I used to hold my hand and squatted down again.
Qiu Renyi had been waiting by his car, and the two entered the car and turned on the air conditioner.
Qian Youchao said: Let me show it! What treasure can you pick up, a dead foreigner?
Qiu Renyi did not untied the old blanket. The things were too mixed. If one or two pieces were dropped, they would be lost in the car. Open the box, take out a rare book, and handed it to the money friend.
Qian Youfu took the book of the sixteenth book without caring and opened it: The ghost market is full of fake things, and you can’t really do this thing? What! This is? Ma Wan’s "Guanyuan Collection" by the Ming Dynasty? Isn’t this thing lost? Hey! It’s really right! Which stall I bought it? Wait, I want to get off the car and go back and take a look again!
Qiu Renyi smiled: I have all the things on the stall included!
Qian Youfa regretted: All included? What other good items are there?
Qiu Renyi opened the box and sent it to Qian You: All the rare ancient books are here, and there are a lot of scattered ones. In my eyes, it is all right. I will give you a look after you go back and organize it!
Qian Youfa regretted it. If he had known that the foreigner was so lucky, he would have been stuck with him. He carefully looked at the "Guanyuan Collection" and said: No! There is more than one collection of paintings, right?
Qiu Renyi recalled: A Chinese took the lead and took away a book!
How much does it cost? Qianyou asked
The book I took away, the Chinese gave me 20,000 yuan, and the things I packed were 2.3 million yuan in total! Qiu Renyidao
Two million and three hundred thousand? I can’t even get this book of silencing gardens! Qian You shouted
Iron Boss! Don’t tear my stuff apart! Otherwise you can’t afford it! Qiu Renyi reminded him that he didn’t say that money friends don’t have that much money, but that he had money and had no place to buy it.
Qian Youfa was depressed. You said that he was a foreigner who rarely went back and forth, so he picked up a huge leak. As a Nanjing native, he was visiting the ghost market almost every week, so why didn’t he pick a leak?
Now I ask Qiu Renyi about Zhao Wumou's appearance and figure clearly. If I can meet him in the future, I will never let him go
After Zhao Wumou sent Xiaodao home, he drove the car to a secluded place, opened the rear window a wide finger-wide slit to breathe, and after sleeping beautifully, he stretched out his big waist. When he opened the phone to look, it was already 9:06 in the morning, he pried out Huo Fei Yàn's cell phone.
Wu Ming! Do you want to see me? The voice of Huo Fei Yàn and Mèi came from his phone, but it was much more coquettish than a few months ago.
Zhao Wumou smiled bitterly: There are a few things I want you to take action against, how can I miss you?
I hate it! Huo Fei Yàn stamped his feet over there
Zhao Wumou said: Is it convenient to come here now?
Of course it is convenient! If you really find me to send something, hurry up and I will offer you a good price, otherwise my aunt will come back this afternoon! How much can you get in front of my aunt? But we are no longer in our original place now. On the second floor of the Antique New Town in Denglong Lane, the name is Zhuting Yuyun. Huo Fei Yàn
OK! You wait, I'll come over immediately! Zhao Wumou said, and started to start the car
A blow more than ten years ago has caused him to lose trust in women. What kind of vows?
What will last forever?
Nowadays, women love men’s money, and secondly, they want a house and a car. How can they have any friendship?
Even if you are childhood sweethearts, you have this kind of virtue, let alone what you know in school and society when you grow up. As for what you know in blind dates and matchmaking agencies, it is even more nonsense. Rather than getting married, it is better to say it is a transaction, which is similar to buying and selling pork, and it is just about weighing, so you would rather be naked than to settle down. When there is a need for physiology, you either masturbate or find a lady to solve the problem.
When Zhao Wumou found Huo Fei, he saw this girl making tea through the glass. The shop with a height of 200 square meters outside was quaint, but the door was deserted. The three equally beautiful Huo family members were not in a hurry to do business. Whenever customers came in, they were left to see it and did not urge them.
Zhao Wumou glanced at the shelves and saw that the things on the shelves were sparse and there were only more than ten pieces. Their quality was not very good, and they were more or less repaired.
What Zhao Wumou didn't know was that the Huo family never produced fakes. It was just these more than ten real things from the Southern and Northern Dynasties, which were enough to be king in the Nanjing antique circle.
There is also a hundred square meters in the inner room, and a pillar of fine sandalwood is burning. Huo Fei Yàn looked up and smiled: Come on? Have tea!
Leisure and quiet, antique, beautiful women as picturesque
Zhao Wumou put a large cardboard box in his hand next to the door, picked up the small cup lined up, drank a few in a row, and then smashed his mouth: Not bad! Very hot!
Huo Fei Yàn was so funny: It was just hot, didn’t you feel anything else?
Zhao Wumou laughed: It’s still a bit bitter!
Huo Fei Yàn shook his head: You don’t have any insights?
Zhao Wumou smiled even stronger: Yes! If you change to a large jar, it will be refreshing to drink!
Huo Fei rolled his eyes and said angrily: I have no common language with you, a rough guy!
Zhao Wumou laughed: Why don’t you have it? This is the thing in common! As he spoke, he took a paper cutter, cut the transparent tape outside the carton, and took out ten pieces of porcelain from the Eastern Jin Dynasty imperial tomb from the box, five broken thin jade pieces, and lined up on the low wooden table in front of him.
Huo Fei Yàn looked over one by one, and his eyes shone brightly. With her knowledge, she knew that this was the top porcelain in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, not the so-called celadon, but the legendary Changnan blue-white porcelain. To be precise, it was a light blue color, similar to the color of the northern Song Dynasty, and the artifacts were as smooth as jade, crystal clear and moist.
The Eastern Jin Dynasty was a prosperous era in Chinese history, and its civilization level was no less than that of the Tang and Song dynasties. However, after the wars and chaos, the Sui army entered Jinling, completely destroyed the extremely prosperous Jinling metropolis into farmland. It was not until eight hundred years later that the Ming Dynasty flourished again. The Eastern Jin and Six Dynasties civilizations have always been a mysterious existence.
Zhao Wumou grinned: 20,000 per person, 10 per person is 200,000 per person!
Huo Fei Yàn giggled: Twenty thousand per piece is this two-foot-high jade lord. The other pieces are smaller than the jade lord, the shape of the garment is also worse, and the uranium color is not good. It is not worth 20,000. This is 15 thousand, this is 8,000, well!
Huo Fei, Yàn, didn't understand how to use antiques and jade to set prices based on size? When he spoke, he opened the porcelain pot that had a price of 8,000 yuan, but the bottom of the pot was an oval base. Zhao Qi, craftsman, saw these three ancient seal characters, and Huo Xiaoshi's pussy!, and his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.
Tang Sancai is just pottery. Most historians believe that the prosperity of porcelain was only after the Song Dynasty. As for the Liling underglaze five-color porcelain that originated in the Eastern Han Dynasty and flourished in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it only exists in legends. During the Republic of China, some good people imitated it, but no one has seen the real Liling five-color porcelain.
A very few master-level players in the antique circle believe that the porcelain from the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Southern Dynasties is no worse than that from the Song Dynasty.
There was no official kiln in ceramics before the Song Dynasty. The craftsmen who made ceramics had a very low status. Zhao Gan was the legendary ancestor of porcelain. The porcelain base had a variety of uses, not just for the sake of becoming famous. This blue-white porcelain pot ware had the base of the pot, which was more likely to be held accountable if there were any shortcomings after paying tribute to the royal family.
From the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, the Five Barbarians and the Wars were a big dynasty. In addition, the collective disappearance of the Eastern Jin Dynasty imperial tombs and the complete burning of the Six Dynasties palaces, a glorious and developed civilization was submerged in the long river of history.
Zhao Wumou's depressed voice came from his ears: It's not unreasonable for you to say this. Apart from this porcelain lord, other things are indeed a little smaller, mainly because the boxes are difficult to put in, but for the sake of our familiarity, can we add some? Fly Yàn! Fly Yàn!
Huo Fei Yàn suppressed the little deer who was ramming in his heart and thought: This guy won’t find the tomb of the unlucky emperor in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, right? If so, its significance is more valuable than the antiques that were rewritten. It is a milestone in the history of archaeology. If it goes back to other blue and white porcelain, one is Jiang Wang Yi and the other is Jiang Shen Quan. I think it is also a famous craftsman at that time.
When I heard Zhao Wumou call her, I responded: What did you shout? I heard it! I was wondering how much money would you give you? Look, these jade pieces are clearly made of a piece of jade, and they didn't show it to me in advance, so it's hard to set the price. But for the sake of our old acquaintances, I will make a decision before my aunt comes back, and I will give you a total of 160,000, right? What do you think?
Zhao Wumou's eyes turned and thought to himself: It's broken, so we shouldn't have gotten so many pieces. He agreed to have a 20,000 yuan per piece of porcelain. This girl was at the price of death. However, there were too many of these porcelains, and these pieces were a bit broken, not colorful, and it was useless to keep them in her hands. The price was lower than her in other places. These five jade pieces were indeed broken by a thin piece of jade on the coffin. They were broken by Hong Xuanjiao and a few ghosts when they started the coffin. They were too thin and not mutton fat. They were just ordinary Hetian white jade, which could not be changed into other things. I think it was really not worth much, so I spoke up now: OK! But Fei Yàn, your return this time is different from before? It seems?
Huo FeiYàn didn't want anyone to mention this matter and waved: OK! Check or transfer? When he spoke, he suddenly smelled the male Colmon smell of Zhao Wumou's body. The lewd fragrance left in his body became strange again. His pussy was wet, and his eyes couldn't help but circulate. He glanced at Zhao Wumou's cock intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhao Wumou laughed: Give me cash, hey! Why are you doing this when you watch it?
Huo Fei Yàn bit his lip: No strategy! Business is business, you see, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, why not?
Zhao Wumou is with Xiaodao all day long, and he is not as thirsty as before. He has played with the little prince's female beast. He knows that some beauties seem pure and inviolable, but in fact they are other people's female beasts. They come and go when they are pulled. Seeing Huo Fei's appearance is very strange, very few people want to shoot a cannon early in the morning, so they dodge it immediately: That! Fei Yiàn! I don't have any interest in the morning, so why don't we make an appointment?
Huo Fei wanted it physically, but in his mind he knew that such a lust would scare people, so he bit his lip: OK! Xiao Zhang! Come in!
Xiao Zhang, a beautiful female disciple from the outer hall, responded and came in and said: Boss!
Huo Fei Yàn resisted the itch in the flesh: Give him 160,000!
Xiao Zhang nodded: Yes! Come with me!
Zhao Wumou got the money and went out, and was not in a hurry to leave. Anyway, it was still early, so he wandered around the antique market, holding the comb and two small jade pieces he brought with him, and asked someone to ask for the price, but he was disappointed. I don’t know if these people didn’t understand or treated him as a kidnapped. No one said that the things he was in his hand were old items, and the price was only two or three hundred yuan at most. It would be better to give them all to Huo Fei Yàn!
About eleven half of the time, I called my mother and brought some cooked food home
When he arrived at the dilapidated community, there was no place to park. Zhao Wumou found a place to park his car. His car was not right, and he was posted countless orders and did not pay a fine. He was not afraid of being stolen. He took his backpack and went upstairs.
Mrs. Zhao left a crack in the door early. His family was not in good condition. She couldn't steal any valuable things when the thief came. After Zhao Wumou came in, the food was ready.
My mother said: You little bailzi, where did Chengzi go to drink and gamble? Da Nian called you a few times!
Zhao Wumou laughed: I know what Chen Danian is doing, I just don’t want to pay attention to him!
Chen Danian wants to find Zhao Wumou, which means that the Yang family girl who disappeared a few months ago has been found, but she has lost her soul and became dementia. She wants him to try to summon others' souls. There is also a girl from the Yang family girl, just like her.
Yang Ziqing and Zhang Luning, the lost souls of two sluts, are raised in Zhao Wumou's jade gourd, but those two families are powerful and do not believe in the warlocks of the world. Just like last time, they come to someone else's house, but they may not pay any attention, and it is even more impossible to give money happily. Since they can't get money, Zhao Wumou doesn't want to make it boring.
My mother said: Why are you kid like this?
Zhao Wumou grinned and took out 200,000 yuan in cash from his backpack to give it to me. After thinking about it, he was afraid that I would be frightened, so he only took a bundle and handed it over.
Old Mrs. Zhao was shocked: You guys, what are you doing?
Zhao Wumou laughed: I know that I changed my career to sales this year and had good performance. This is the dividend I deserve at the end of the year. In order to save face, the boss gave all the cash and distributed it in person. It also means that the backward employees know how to work hard!
My mother said: I still have some money for household use, so you can keep this money for your wife!
Zhao Wumou laughed: Don’t worry about your wife. You always keep the money in your card. Don’t touch the money. Use cash first to save you from withdrawing it to the bank! As he spoke, he handed over another card: It’s still the old password!
I had no choice but to accept it: How many are there in the card?
Zhao Wumou laughed: It’s also 100,000, that’s my salary. I’m on business trips and drinks all my boss’s food and drinks, and I don’t have a baby at home, so I saved it!
Old Mrs. Zhao was skeptical, but she had to accept it.
Zhao Wumou picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat when the phone rang at home. He couldn't help but say angrily: It must be Chen Danian again, let's ignore this silence!
Old Mrs. Zhao said: You have dinner, I'll pick it up!
Half a minute later, Mrs. Zhao came back with a strange expression
Zhao Wumou was eating the food: What's wrong? Not Chen Dainian?
Zhao Wutai hesitated and said: It's Xiaojing! I've been out for more than ten years, and I want to come and see you!
Zhao Wumou's face changed: Tell her that I'm not at home!
Old Mrs. Zhao said: Don’t do this! I know that you two grew up and went to school together. They have a good relationship. If our family had not been poor, they might have already brought their grandchildren. Since she went abroad, she sent a lot of money back over the years. Her family moved to a high-end community a few years ago. It is rare that she still kept our phone number, so what if she asked her to play at home!
Zhao Wumou put down his chopsticks: Oh! Thinking about it, there is something urgent, I have to go out immediately! I secretly hated in my heart: This dead girl must have married a foreigner long ago, and the bastard son must have had it too. He was so good at stabbing his dick, and he could get a good knife. Now he ran to me to show off.
Old Mrs. Zhao sighed: Tell me about you! Why have you been unwilling to face it after so many years? Think about how old you are?
It’s the 35th day of the Chinese New Year? Xiaojing has a look and figure that is vast. Even if you look for it in the entire Nanjing city, you can’t find many. You can’t let Xiaojing go away. How can you find a girlfriend by her standards? I can’t hold my grandson in this life, and now I don’t even dare to see her!
Zhao Wumou is strong: I meet you as soon as possible, what's the big deal? My son can fight tigers and catch dragons when I go to sea. I'm afraid of seeing a woman. Also, who said I have no girlfriend anymore? My girlfriend is beautiful, no worse than Wang Jing!
Old Mrs. Zhao immediately looked at her eyes: Don’t fool your mother. If she is really a girlfriend, why don’t you bring me a look?
Zhao Wumou gritted his teeth: Take it if you bring it!
Old Mrs. Zhao said excitedly: Can you bring it back during the Chinese New Year?
Zhao Wumou said ruthlessly: Of course! What's wrong with it!
A sweet voice came from the door: Is Zhao Mama at home?
Zhao Wumou immediately shrank his head, his handsome face looked confused.
Old Mrs. Zhao glanced at her son and replied: At home! Is it Xiaojing? Go and open the door.
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