i can restore all antiques

Chapter 84

There were not many people in the black market at two o'clock in the afternoon. Chen Bufei got out of the car, Ding Hu followed with a sullen face, and Chen Bufei didn't stop him.

The black market is full of fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of people. Maybe there is a boss who is afraid of someone like Ding Hu.

Chen Bufei took Ding Hu around the black market. He had yet to encounter any treasure with a light in the mist, or a human figure.

He secretly looked at his palm while no one was paying attention. Could it be that the system upgrade didn't work?

No, Chen Bufei thought to himself.

Then there is only one result, these things on the black market are basically fake.

Ding Hu followed Chen Bufei around like a headless chicken, his patience was exhausted, "Brother Fei, what are we running here today?"

"No solution." Chen Bufei raised his eyes sadly, and a puff of white smoke slowly rose from the corner, and he instantly regained his energy.

Ding Hu followed Chen Bufei forward and found a small white plate in the dark corner.

Most of them on the black market are imitations, but occasionally there are some real ones or unknown ones.

The chrysanthemum petal plate of the official kiln in front of him not only appeared a figure, but he could even feel how it appeared here from birth, the clip flashed quickly, and Chen Bufei's temples twitched.

Sure enough, his skills are still useful, Chen Bufei suppressed the excitement in his heart, "Boss, how can I buy this?"

The man squatting in front of the stall was wearing sunglasses. Chen Bufei knew that most of these people were pretending to be blind and mysterious, shaking their heads and pretending to be mysterious.

Chen Bufei wasn't sure if the old man in front of him was an expert, and if he dared to put tens of millions of Song porcelain on the ground casually, he might not be a good master.

Chen Bufei squatted down and looked at the other gadgets on his stall. It seemed that they were not worth looking at, and there were even a few silver dollars from the Republic of China.

Dare to feel that this old man sold his property, the old man stretched out ten fingers, and said in a firm voice, "Take all this amount away."

"One hundred thousand?" Ding Hu couldn't help asking.

The old man pursed his mouth and shook his head, snorted and glanced at Ding Hu in disdain, put his hands in his pockets and didn't look at Ding Hu at all.

Ding Hu was devastated and felt unhappy.

But seeing Chen Bufei caring about these rags, he endured it in a daze.

Not to mention that Ding Hu thinks these rags are nothing to look at, even the passers-by may not even take a look at them.

Ding Hu heard from passers-by that the old man had been sitting here setting up a stall for half a month, but he hadn't sold a single item.

"Brother Fei." Ding Hu leaned over in a low voice, "This old man is probably a charlatan, let's ignore him."

Chen Bufei said nothing, thinking about the old man's ten fingers.

There was an auction a while ago, and a similar dish sold for more than 2000 million.

If the old lion shouted 1000 million, Chen Bufei would really hesitate.

"Boss, discuss it." Chen Bufei lowered his body and asked.

The old man glanced at him, but he looked at him for a long time.

Chen Bufei was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, and moved his neck uncomfortably. The old man sighed and stood up from the ground, "500 million, a one-shot price."

Ding Hu's jaw was about to drop to the ground, dare the old man just said 1000 million, just a few broken plates, a few broken ones!

Chen Bufei chuckled, "Deal, can the boss leave a way to facilitate contact?"

The old man left a number, left his stall and walked away.

Chen Bufei stared at his back with interest. This old man must be no ordinary person.

Ding Hu laughed angrily, "He must be a liar, throw away the things and don't want them."

Chen Bufei knelt down and picked up the expensive plate and handed it to Ding Hu, "Find an auction place and sell it for [-]-[-] cents."

"Brother Fei, do you really want to buy it?" Ding Hu asked uncertainly. Chen Bufei didn't really believe that old man.

Chen Bufei nodded, and told Ding Hu to make arrangements, and to transfer money to the old man's bank card before the plate was sold.

Chen Bufei had even vaguely guessed who the worldly master was, but he was not sure.

In the evening, Chen Bufei just arrived home and received a call from Ding Hu, "Damn it, Brother Fei, you're crazy. The auctioneer said this is true!"

Chen Bufei rubbed his head, "Well, you come and talk to me about the rest, and it's a five-fifth deal."

"Thank you, Brother Fei." Ding Hu made a small profit following Chen Bufei, and the whole matter of being deceived in the afternoon was wiped out.

Chen Bufei was lying on the sofa, staring at the bronze gui not far away. Although he had absorbed the breath of time, he could still feel the powerful aura emanating from the bronze gui. When I closed my eyes, for a moment I even thought I had traveled to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, a time of war and war.

bump!
Chen Bufei woke up suddenly, and the tip of the knife slashed across the newspaper in his hand and went straight to Chen Bufei's aorta.

Chen Bufei had a stress reaction, and his brain reacted ahead of time. Chen Bufei felt a sharp wind in his ear, and picked up the newspaper...

Fortunately, the newspaper was mixed with magazines before it could be dismantled, otherwise he might have gone directly to Lord Yan to report it now.

Chen Bufei frowned in fright, and stared down at the woman with a palm-sized face in front of him. The woman had a delicate face and murderous eyes.

His lips were abnormally pale, and his face was pale.

"Beauty, show mercy." Chen Bufei held the newspaper tightly.

As soon as the woman pushed hard, the tip of the knife plunged into the magazine again. Chen Bufei and I said repeatedly, "If you have something to say, say it well, even if it means killing me, I must die to understand."

"No need." The woman said coldly, raising her other hand to hold the knife hard.

Chen Bufei noticed that her hands were shaking, and smiled at the corner of her mouth, "You are hurt, I can help you."

"It's a lot of nonsense." The woman had a tattoo of a civet cat on her wrist. She frowned tightly and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

Even if she wanted to kill Chen Bufei, she didn't have the strength anymore, taking advantage of the time when the woman was distracted, Chen Bufei quickly jumped up from the sofa and knocked out the knife in the woman's hand.

With a snap, the knife rolled to the door.Chen Bufei pinched the woman's arm, "Don't move, the pulse is very weak."

The woman struggled twice but did not struggle away. Chen Bufei hugged her from behind, "Get out."

The woman put an elbow on Chen Bufei's chest, and Chen Bufei backed away in pain, "Hey, don't be ignorant."

The woman who had just left Chen Bufei's support fell to the ground with a bang, and Chen Bufei walked forward, reaching out to touch her breath, "Okay, not dead yet."

Chen Bufei hugged her and stood up and placed her on the sofa. The woman held her eyelids open, big beads of sweat rolled down, and she looked a bit miserable and beautiful.

"What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Chen Bufei went straight to the flowerpot at the door, "Saving people."

(End of this chapter)