A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Duan Rong immediately started walking in the alley.

Duan Rong looked at the stalls. Some of them had folding wooden tables, and some had a felt directly on the ground.

Duan Rong glanced at the dazzling array of antiques on the black felt, and the stall owners sitting behind the stalls, folding their hands and squinting at people. Duan Rong suddenly slapped his forehead and thought about it.

"The spirit of the weapon is related to time. Isn't this antique also related to time?"

"Can't my ability to devour the spirit of the weapon be used to pick up bargains?"

"If this thing is used to pick up bargains, it is much more reliable than those experts and masters. The accuracy is comparable to the carbon-14 dating method of archaeology!"

"Oli Ge!" Duan Rong was overjoyed and shouted in the voice of Shi Banyu: "I am so smart!"

Duan Rong started to act immediately after thinking about it.

He squatted down from the first stall at the entrance of the alley and touched each antique on the stall one by one!

After Duan Rong touched the first stall, he didn't even straighten his waist. He moved his butt and squatted in front of the second stall next to him.

Duan Rong didn't even raise his head and touched four stalls in a row.

This action speed is amazing!

Duan Rong put the wooden statue in his hand back to the stall and cursed inwardly: "Another failure to enter the level!"

Duan Rong moved his butt, just like changing the position when taking a shit, and squatted in front of the fifth stall.

The stall owner of the fifth stall was a thin middle-aged man. Duan Rong's weird behavior didn't matter to the stall owners at first, but after he touched four stalls in a row, the fifth stall owner began to suspect.

The thin middle-aged stall owner saw Duan Rong squatting in front of his stall, lowered his head and began to touch.

"Young man, are you going to buy or not?"

Duan Rong looked up and said, "If there is something suitable, I will buy it! Why, you are a businessman, you have put it out, but you won't let me see it?"

The stall owner wanted to say something, but after looking at the sheathed oxtail knife and the waist badge in Duan Rong's hand, he waved his hand and said nothing more.

The waist badge on Duan Rong's waist has the mark of Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Yuanshun Escort Agency is also a force to be reckoned with in Xiangu County.

And Duan Rong is just a little weird, he didn't steal or rob, the stall owner didn't have to make him uncomfortable.

In this way, Duan Rong touched more than ten stalls in a row. If he didn't have some basic skills in the standing practice, his waist would definitely not be able to bear it.

"None of these profiteers has any real stuff. They even have an antique street. Are they kidding me?"

Duan Rong cursed as he touched and touched countless statues, lacquerware, bronzeware, calligraphy and paintings. His fingertips were covered with a layer of putty, but he found nothing.

Just when Duan Rong was extremely depressed, he was suddenly stunned and stared at a set of data flashing in front of him.

Artifact: Ladies' Painting

Artifact Spirit Level: Level 6.

Devouring Requirements: Host's Mental Strength Level 6 (Not Meet).

Devouring Effect: Level 5 of Danqing Miaobi, Level 4 of Penetrating Paper, Elementary Communication with Heaven and Man.

"A Level 6 Artifact Spirit must be quite old. It must be an ancient painting!"

Duan Rong held a slightly yellowed scroll, but he did not open it.

"And judging from the devouring effect, the author of this ancient painting must have some achievements. Maybe it is the work of a famous artist!"

Duan Rong thought of his previous life, those famous paintings that were sold at auction houses for hundreds of millions of yuan, and he immediately slurped his saliva.

Duan Rong took a deep breath. After searching for so long, he finally caught a fish!

Duan Rong put the scroll in his hand back expressionlessly, then took a scroll out of the painting tank at random, opened it and took a look, and said to the stall owner: "Boss, how much is this painting?"

The boss raised his buttocks and glanced at the painting that Duan Rong unfolded. Seeing that it was a landscape painting, he said: "Five taels!"

Duan Rong's face was dark, and he said: "Seeing that I am a stranger, you are ripping me off here, right! You also said a price that I can bargain for, and you said five taels right at the beginning, aren't you driving me away?"

Duan Rong was really a little angry, he only had eight cents of silver in his pocket.

"Then how much do you say?" The stall owner looked at Duan Rong with encouraging eyes.

"Five cents!"

As soon as Duan Rong finished speaking, the stall owner directly took the painting from Duan Rong's hand, threw the scroll back into the painting tank, and said nothing with a cold face.

"Fuck!" Duan Rong cursed in his heart, saying: "At most six cents!"

The stall owner still looked away with a cold face, not even looking at Duan Rong.

Duan Rong's eyelids twitched, and he turned and left.

He had just taken two steps when the stall owner called out, "Come here, come here, six cents for you!"

"You shouted too much!" Duan Rong turned around and muttered.

No mistake, one poem, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, take a look!

Duan Rong paid six cents of silver, rummaged in the painting jar for a few times, and pulled out the scroll of the lady painting.

The stall owner didn't care whether Duan Rong took out the landscape painting just now, because the paintings in his painting jar were bought at the same price.

The stall owner was happy to open the business. After all, six cents of silver was enough for his family's food for ten days. "I killed another fool!"

Duan Rong held the scroll painting under his armpit, looked around, and turned into a shop called Gu Yue Zhai.

The clerk of Guyuezhai is called Guan Kui. He is already in his early thirties this year. He has been working as a clerk under Manager Tang since he was a teenager. If you really count it, it has been nearly twenty years.

Antique shops are different from other shops. They often need to welcome and send off customers. This business usually does not open for half a year, and makes a living for half a year after opening.

Guan Kui took a feather duster and dusted the dust on the counter slowly and lightly. This was a temper he had developed after spending so much time in the antique business.

He had to do everything slowly and lightly. If he was a little impatient, something might go wrong.

Guan Kui was dusting when he suddenly saw a sturdy young man in a brown shorts, with a square face, bright eyes, dark complexion, and oily hair. He held a sheathed oxtail knife in one hand and a yellow scroll under his armpit, and walked in.

He came to the counter, showing his white teeth and smiling honestly: "Hey, buddy, do you have any calligraphy and paintings? If you have real things, take them out and let me take a look. If the things are right, the price is negotiable!"

Guan Kui blinked his eyes and looked at the man's windy walk and his clothes. He didn't look like a bug in the antique business.

Guan Kui smiled without revealing his expression and asked, "Guest, you want calligraphy and paintings, are you going to give them as birthday gifts?"

Guan Kui wanted to test the waters and find out the other party's background so that he could deal with it better.

Duan Rong had worked in insurance for ten years in his previous life, so he didn't understand these words. He smiled knowingly and didn't answer the question at all. He said directly and impolitely, "Don't worry about what I do. If you have real things, take them out and I'll show you. If you don't have real things, just say it directly, don't waste my time!"

Guan Kui thought to himself: Hey, this is a challenge, and he is quite arrogant!

But the other party didn't say a word of jargon, and he was yelling like this as soon as he entered the door. It was obvious that he was a fool.

Guan Kui immediately prepared to order him to leave. Just as he was about to speak, a cough suddenly came from the inner room behind the blue cloth curtain.

Guan Kui's heart jumped. The person who coughed was naturally Shopkeeper Tang.

Guan Kui took a look at the blue cloth curtain, and saw that the curtain moved slightly.

Guan Kui turned his head to Duan Rong, smiled, and said: "Wait a minute!"

Guan Kui squatted down, opened the door under the counter, took out a yellow scroll with wormholes in his hands, carefully placed it on the counter, and slowly unfolded it.

Guan Kui smiled and said: "Take a look. Can this painting be considered a toy?"