Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 89 A false alarm

"Sister, it's so early in the morning and I haven't even opened my shop yet, so how can I bother to open it with you?"

In the middle of speaking, Shen Yunfeng shut up, looked at the woman with a hint of doubt on his face, and asked cautiously, "Sister, did you just say that you came from Lihe?"

"Well, yes." The woman put the bag aside and licked her lips.

"Sit down first, I'll make you a cup of tea."

Shen Yunfeng smiled and beckoned the woman to sit down, went to the quiet room to make a cup of tea and put it in front of the woman.

He also took out a few snacks bought by Liang Bingru.

He vaguely remembered that someone in the store had mentioned before that the hometown of Song Yijiang and Song Zhong's uncle and nephew was Lihe City.

That place is a county-level city, a typical small agricultural county in Northwest China. Just because of God’s care, several tombs of princes from the Warring States period were dug up. Tourism developed, and then the county was withdrawn and the city was established.

The woman did not refuse. She picked up the tea cup and took a few sips. After putting it down, she smiled and said to Shen Yunfeng: "Little master, my eldest sister wants to ask you something. You can't hide it from me."

"You say, I listen."

Shen Yunfeng smiled, tore open a bag of potato chips and handed it over.

In my heart, I felt a little uneasy.

The woman declined, took two slices, and then continued to ask: "Are you new here, or have you been here for a while?"

"Well, it's been a while." Shen Yunfeng pulled a stool and sat three to five meters away from the woman.

There was a warm smile on his face.

"It's been a while?" The woman thought for a while, then looked at Shen Yunfeng, "Then you should know Song Yijiang, right?"

"I know, when I came here, he was the appraiser in the store." Shen Yunfeng replied with a smile.

Just telling the woman that she came from Lihe City, Shen Yunfeng thought that she must be looking for Song Yijiang or Song Zhong.

But from the analysis of the woman's face, dress, and age, he was not sure whether he was looking for Song Yijiang or Song Zhong.

The woman is probably just over [-], but Song Yijiang is about to hit [-].

As for Song Zhong, in his twenties, with his flamboyant heart, he would definitely not find a woman who was older than him and so simple.

Maybe it's their relatives, who traveled thousands of miles to a strange city, where they are unfamiliar, first find a fellow villager to help them settle down.

When making tea for the woman, these thoughts began to come to Shen Yunfeng's mind, so when she asked, Shen Yunfeng told the truth.

What's more, as far as the education he has received since childhood, it does not support lying.

"I'm here to find Song Yijiang." After the woman finished speaking, she looked around a few times, "He won't come to work today?"

"Today, probably not." Shen Yunfeng scratched his head, forced a smile, "I'm not sure about this, why don't you call Master Song and ask him?"

"Don't call for now." The woman picked up a piece of potato chips and said with a smile, "I sneaked here just to surprise him. If I make a call, wouldn't my work along the way be in vain?"

Looking at the woman's bright smile, Shen Yunfeng couldn't help but think of one word: frankness!
This also made him think of his hometown again, that remote mountain village that relies on the sky for food.

"That's true," Shen Yunfeng smiled, "Then you are going to wait like this, in case he doesn't go to work today"

Lied to her, hard to tell, let her leave, hard to say!
He felt that he was a little helpless.

"I'll sit down for a while. If he doesn't come by eleven o'clock, I'll go back to the hotel." The woman looked at the shop, "This is where Lao Song works. It's not bad."

"Well, big sister, I would like to ask, are you with Master Song?"

Shen Yunfeng filled the woman's teacup with some hot water.

"Neighbor!" The woman put it bluntly, and asked Shen Yunfeng with a smile while eating potato chips, "You don't think I have that kind of relationship with him, do you?"

"That won't be the case," Shen Yunfeng waved his hands again and again, "There is a big age difference between you two."

The woman sneered and said, "What's the matter? This is the age, old couples and young wives can be found everywhere. You haven't read the Internet these days, and it is said that the Christmas photo of the bearded director is a group photo of three generations of grandparents."

Shen Yunfeng smiled awkwardly, rubbed his hands and said, "Sister, I really don't go online very often."

"Are you looking for Master Song?"

"You are colleagues, and I won't hide it from you," the woman pointed to the bag on the ground. "I have a few antiques at home and let him have a look. If the price is right, I plan to sell them."

Shen Yunfeng was stunned immediately.

This woman must trust Song Yijiang more, and come to him alone with an antique from a long distance!

Thinking of what Song Yijiang did before, Shen Yunfeng was a little worried for the woman.

"Sister, why don't you take it out and I'll give you palm eyes?" Shen Yunfeng said seriously, "I'm also an appraiser, besides, it's about your relationship with Master Song, and the store won't let you suffer no."

"It's okay," the woman smiled and stood up, "If it's for sale, I'll let Lao Song come forward to set the price."

"Don't worry too much. It's not that my sister doesn't believe you. When I came, my family told me that these antiques must be checked by Lao Song before they can be sold."

"Understand, understand." Shen Yunfeng waved his hands and said.

Now, he doesn't care too much about whether women with antiques can be sold to Hengxing. He is afraid that she will ask Song Zhonglai again, how should he explain it.

The woman smiled apologetically, went over and put the bag on the table, opened it, found some clothes and some bags of hometown specialties, and then took out four bags of solid things and put them on the counter.

After dismantling one by one, four porcelain vases of different shapes and painted with different patterns appeared in front of Shen Yunfeng.

The tallest one is only over 30 centimeters, the smallest one is less than ten centimeters, and the other two are probably less than twenty centimeters.

"It really is a good thing." Shen Yunfeng whispered secretly.

When the woman walked into the store carrying the bag, Shen Yunfeng felt the mysterious streamer in his body and reacted.Now seeing the real thing, judging from the information fed back by the mysterious streamer, the antiques brought by this ordinary woman from Lihe City are not ordinary at all.

"Little master, you can pick it up and have a look," the woman joked while tidying up the clothes and special products on the counter, "It's okay, as long as you don't accidentally break it for my sister."

"That's not what I said," Shen Yunfeng smiled and shook his head, "There are so many cameras in the store watching, how can I do that?"

"That's hard to say!" A sudden female voice came from outside the door.Seeing that Shen Yunfeng's expression was wrong, the woman turned to look at the door and saw a young woman wearing a bright red woolen coat pushing open the door and walking in.

(End of this chapter)