Shenhao started as a rent collector

Chapter 335
According to the reminder of the god-level missing card, Zhang Mu walked into the antique street.

I thought it was the antique shops on both sides of the street.

Who would have thought that the god-level pick-up card would guide him to the roadside stalls in the antique street.

It's still a very broken roadside stall.

The stall owner not only sells antiques, but also part-time fortune-telling.

Zhang Mu walked in and took a look, poof!
Almost didn't bleed on the spot.

Good guy!
He called it a good guy!

The stall owner in front of him was actually the fortune teller who had been placed next to Ma Yaoqi stall when he was visiting the temple fair.

It seems that the fortune-telling business is not easy to do.

Are you selling antiques part-time?

"System, are you sure you can pick up leaks at this kind of roadside stall?" The corners of Zhang Mu's mouth twitched, doubting the system's rewards for the first time.

The system is silent.

Abba aba~
Go dumb again!
But the fortune-teller adjusted his glasses, recognized Zhang Mu at a glance, and said excitedly;

"Young man, it's you!"

"Haha, it seems that we are destined to be destined."

"The old man can give you a [-]% discount to help you do a fortune telling, no money is not allowed."

"Do you want to count marriage, or do you want to count feelings?"

The corners of Zhang Mu's mouth couldn't help twitching again. Marriage and relationship, don't they both refer to the matter of men and women, there is a difference?
Why can't I count something else?

wrong!

I'm not here to tell fortunes.

"Master, I'm here to buy antiques."

"Oh oh oh, here to buy antiques, hehe, young man, you are in the right place. Uncle, this booth is full of treasures. You can choose whatever you want. If you like it, I will give you a [-]% discount. How about it, is it interesting? ?”

The fortune teller switches character modes in seconds and becomes a hospitable stall owner.

Zhang Mu wiped his sweat. If it wasn't for the god-level leak-picking card, this would be the place where he promised to turn around and leave, the kind that ten cows wouldn't be able to pull back.

"Okay, sir, let me see for myself."

"Okay, pick whatever you want, take it away if you like it!" the fortune-teller continued to shout loudly.

It felt like selling vegetables at the stall.

rather than antiques.

Zhang Mu was powerless to vomit, so he knelt down and picked slowly.

Most of the booths are painting scrolls!
Zhang Mu randomly picked up one and looked at it. The system displayed: Fake goods, art students' copies of masterpieces by famous artists.

Pick up a second, fake, amateur copy piece.

Pick up the third one, a fake, and the stall owner copied the work.

Zhang Mu: "..."

Copying works by art students and enthusiasts is fine.

The stall owner copied?

This is a bit too much!

The key stall owner copied the famous painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Uncle, who gave you the courage.

Liang Jingru?

Zhang Mu didn't want to talk anymore, and then searched for a few scrolls, copying by the stall owner, printing by machine, copying by the stall owner, copying by the stall owner...

Your aunt is old and may no longer be that aunt!

But your uncle will always be your uncle!
Kneel down!

"Young man, after looking at it for so long, is there anything you fancy?"

"I think this is very good!"

At this time, the fortune teller also squatted down, found a scroll and handed it to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mugang was about to refuse.

Ding!
Authentic!

The system was the first to respond.

Zhang Mu's expression and movements froze at the same moment, his eyes staring like copper bells.

Because the scroll handed over by the fortune-teller is: [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival]

I set you a monkey!
Such a world-famous painting must be in the collection of the Forbidden City Museum.

How could it be on such a broken stall that can no longer be broken?
System, do you think I'm an idiot?
Is it that easy to cheat?
The system didn't want to talk, and directly gave a bunch of text explanations:
It turns out that there are many versions of [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival].

The original version was painted by Zhang Zeduan, a painter of the Northern Song Dynasty.

That is the so-called genuine product.

It is indeed carefully collected in the Palace Museum.

The version on the booth was copied by Zhao Mengfu, a master of calligraphy and painting in the Yuan Dynasty, and it is also of high value.

What?

Copy works are of high value.

Zhang Mu really didn't expect it.

But then look down-

Not only Zhao Mengfu’s copied version is of high value, but several other copied versions are also of high value. For example, the Ming Dynasty painting "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" copied by Qiu Ying, is currently in the collection of Baodao Museum, with an estimated price of 1.8 million.

And Zhao Mengfu's fame and talent are far ahead of Qiu Ying, so the value of the version he copied is naturally higher.

No matter what, it takes [-] million to start!
Horror!
"Hey, boy, why are you in a daze, this version is really good, I strongly recommend getting it."

Seeing that Zhang Mu was a little dazed, the fortune teller hurriedly raised the decibel to sell.

Zhang Mu just came back to his senses, and naturally took the scroll unceremoniously.

Who is not confused about the real product starting at [-] million yuan!

"Master, I want this painting! How to sell it?"

"Haha, uncle likes you for being such a straightforward young man. Since you are so straightforward, uncle must not be able to ink. The original price is 80 yuan. We have agreed to give you a [-]% discount. So, [-] yuan, take it away."

Zhang Mu; "?????"

Suddenly did not respond.

Seriously doubt whether the uncle reported the wrong number.

A famous painting worth 80 million yuan, but you only sell it for [-] yuan?
The author's coffin is about to fail.

"Master, it's only sold for [-] yuan, aren't you a bit at a loss?"

The fortune-teller smiled and said nothing, these paintings were all wholesaled from another person, and the purchase price of each painting was only 20 yuan.

Selling it for [-] is not a loss at all!

But you must not say that with your mouth, you must have the art of speaking.

"Young man, it must be a small loss."

"But whoever let us meet is a kind of fate, 80 yuan, it's considered a friend."

"In the future, you just need to take care of the uncle's business."

"Okay, sir, I will definitely come here often."

Zhang Mu smiled and took out his mobile phone, ready to pay.

Embarrassingly——

That's when I remembered that my phone was out of battery.

"Master, my cell phone is out of battery, please keep this painting for me first, I'll come back and get it later."

"Don't wait a while, I also sell charging treasures here, [-] each, no bargaining." The fortune teller smiled and took out a few brand new charging treasures from the back box.

Zhang Mu; "..."

Impressed!

Uppercase suits!

"Okay, I want one. When it is charged and the phone is turned on, I will transfer money to you."

"okay!"

The fortune teller took a power bank and handed it to Zhang Mu.

After 2 minutes, the charged phone will automatically turn on.

Zhang Mu transferred 160 to the fortune teller on the spot.

"Master, the money has been transferred to you."

"Got it!"

"Then I have something else to do, let's go first."

"Okay, walk slowly, open often when you have time, there are many good things here, sir."

"Ok!"

Zhang Mu took the scroll, waved to the fortune teller, and then left the booth.

Walk out of the antique street.

He called Dad back.

"Dad, is Niuniu still by your side? Let her answer the phone."

(End of this chapter)