Quickly, I handed in the system

Chapter 541 The Master of a Country (8)

The ground was fairly clean, and Sancho, who didn't bring a stool, simply sat cross-legged on the ground, went back to the stall owner and said, "My master's name is Qi Yuan."

The antique stall owner frowned, recalling the name Qi Yuan in his mind, and compared it with the big guys he knew one by one, and finally confirmed that he had never heard of the name Qi Yuan at all.

However, the owner of the antique stall was also afraid that he was ignorant, so he looked at the other stall owners who sold antiques and fortune-telling, and saw that they all shook their heads, and knew that this girl's master was not a bigwig at all, just had no name. It's just a small role that comes out.

Immediately, the owner of the antique stall felt amused at his own caution. How could he have forgotten that the original price on the little girl's cloth was written 51 times? How can a big guy get 50 yuan to count his life once.

500 or so.

"Little girl, I advise you to pack up your things and go home quickly, otherwise your family will find you later and invite you to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots in the street, we will not stop you."

Knowing that Sancho is not the land of some big man, the antique stall owner joked and teased Sancho again.

Sancho was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't eat fried pork with bamboo shoots today, I will eat crayfish today."

When she just came here, she passed by a crayfish shop. It was the time to eat crayfish in summer, and the crayfish in that shop smelled delicious.

When the stall is closed, she must try it.

Sancho's swearing appearance made the antique stall owner feel more amused, "Haha, the little girl will arrange it, okay, I want to see today, whether you eat fried meat with bamboo shoots or crayfish."

The antique stall owner thought this little girl was very funny, so he stretched out his hand, "Little girl, you really know how to tell fortunes? Then you can do the math for me?"

Sancho raised his chin slightly, and nudged the cloth in front of him, "Uncle, 1000 yuan a time, give the money first and then tell the fortune."

The antique stall owner immediately withdrew his hand, "Little girl, are you serious?"

He was just teasing the girl, and he didn't even think that the little girl could tell fortunes, but the little girl really dared to open her mouth and asked him for 1000 yuan for fortune-telling.

Sancho said with a serious face: "Uncle, as I said just now, you get what you pay for, and my price is not expensive."

Seeing Sancho's extremely serious expression, the antique stall owner doubted himself again. Is this little girl really capable?

But there is no such name as Qi Yuan on the Tao.

Before the antique stall owner could figure out why, a man in a suit and leather shoes squatted down in front of his stall.

When a visitor came, the antique stall owner couldn't care less about Sancho, and hurriedly greeted the man in a suit with a smile on his face.

The owner of the antique stall is a discerning man. Looking at the tailoring of the man's suit and the watch on his hand, he can tell that he is not short of money.

As a result, the smile on the face of the antique stall owner became brighter, and he worked harder to sell.

"Sir, you have good eyesight. To tell you the truth, all the goods on my stall are genuine, and you can earn money when you buy them!" The antique stall owner rubbed the expression of the man in the suit, trying to see what he liked something.

But the man in the suit glanced around, but didn't stay on any item for more than three seconds.

Seeing that the man had stood up, the owner of the antique stall became anxious, "Sir, you didn't like any of them? I have all the real ones here, why don't you take a closer look? If you miss my village, you can buy them again." My shop is gone."

The man frowned slightly, obviously feeling that the antique stall owner was a bit noisy, he pointed to a snuff bottle on the antique stall owner and said: "Except for this one, there is not a single genuine one in your stall."

At the end, he said with a little distaste: "The only genuine product is not sold for any price because of improper preservation."

The antique stall owner was dumbfounded, and looked at the man in front of him in shock.

Then the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

"Are you... Mr. Duan Henian?"

The owner of the antique stall sells antiques himself, so he naturally has researched on antiques, and is also very interested in antiques.

The more you study antiques, the more you know about the masters and collectors who appraise antiques in the industry.

And Duan Henian is a well-known master of antique appraisal in the industry, and also a wealthy collector.

There is an exaggerated saying on the road that all kinds of authentic works by Duan Henian can be combined to open a small museum.

"You know me?" Duan Henian didn't expect that he would meet someone who knew him when he came to Wenlv Street.

The antique stall owner said with a smile: "I am honored to meet you at an antique tasting."

Of course, Duan Henian participated in a tasting that people of his level could not participate in, but there were so many antiques in that tasting, and he really wanted to go, so he spent a lot of money to have someone take him along. went in.

It was also that time that he realized that the upper class played with antiques.

For those in the upper class, there are not many people who really like antiques. For them, antiques are more like an object to show their financial resources and a status symbol.

Duan Henian nodded, he didn't want to talk more with the antique stall owner, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

The antique stall owner didn't dare to sell anymore, and even watched Duan Henian off, hoping that he would leave soon.

Lu Ban was holding a big ax in front of the door, and he actually tricked Duan Henian. It was really embarrassing.

"Mr. Duan, is it fortune-telling? It's easy to be fooled."

Duan Henian had just walked out two steps, when a very immature voice behind him stopped him.

Looking back following the voice, Duan Henian noticed a small figure sitting cross-legged next to the antique stall owner, and it was this little girl who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old who stopped him.

Duan Henian laughed and became interested.

Turning back, Duan Henian knelt down in front of Sancho, "You called me?"

Sancho squinted his eyes and nodded with a smile, "Mr. Duan, is it fortune-telling? It's very good."

The owner of the antique stall was about to send Duan Henian away, but Sancho called him back again, feeling very angry.

Just now Duan Henian revealed that there was nothing genuine in his stall except for that bad-looking snuff bottle, and the passers-by who surrounded him had already started pointing at him.

Originally, he only needed to wait for Duan Henian to leave and these passers-by to disperse before he could continue to do business. Now that Duan Henian has returned, he is afraid that these passers-by will disperse again in a while. Wouldn't the reputation be ruined?
"I said, little girl, what are you doing? What is your fate at such a young age?" After yelling at Sancho, the antique stall owner said to Duan Henian in a fawning manner: "Mr. Duan, don't fall for her tricks, she You're just a kid, who knows how to tell fortunes."

Duan Henian looked at the stall owner: "Do you know her?"

The antique stall owner was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, how could he know this smelly girl.

"Since you don't know her, how do you know if she can tell fortunes?"

The owner of the antique stall was cornered, seeing Duan Henian's subtle expression with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he suddenly realized that he was busy disturbing his interest when he came to his senses.

(End of this chapter)