The boss comes down the mountain, the shady second master is addicted to flirting

It's come full circle.

Tang Qingnian suddenly stopped in front of a small stall.

His eyes were drawn to a string of red sandalwood beads placed in his hand.

She reached out and held the string of beads in her hand.

Start with warmth.

After a while, he even felt slightly warm.

This is……

Rosary beads used by eminent monks!

Why do you end up here?

Judging from the appearance of this string of red sandalwood beads, it is not really that good, and is even a bit damaged. There are obvious scratches and scars on the beads, revealing the inner lines of the rosewood, and the falling tassels are also very worn. From the outside, it looks like a bunch of inconspicuous, tattered beads held in a hand. There are a total of eighteen red sandalwood beads, not one of which is intact.

The vendor looked at her hand holding the string of Buddhist beads, picked up another good-quality string on hand, and said, "Girl, I don't recommend you buy that string. That string is very expensive and not suitable for hand-holding. Why don't you look at it?" Looking at other things, what do you think of this string? The color, the light, the roundness..."

Tang Qingnian interrupted him and asked curiously: "I want to know how expensive this string is?"

The small vendor started chatting: "To tell you the truth, three generations of my family have been setting up stalls here. This string of hands was passed down from my grandfather to my father, and my father passed it on to me. There is a story to tell, my grandfather There was a famine in those days. You should know that every household at that time had no food to eat. An old monk and a young monk came to my house to ask for alms.

"The little monk was hungry and sick. His face was sallow and his muscles were thin. He was breathing but not breathing. My father felt soft and gave the little monk all the food in the house. He also hired a barefoot doctor for him. Fortunately, the little monk managed to survive. .

"Before leaving, the old monk gave this bunch of hand-held objects, saying it was some kind of high-quality red sandalwood, and everyone consecrated it. In short, he said it was not an ordinary thing. He also told my grandfather that this thing depends on fate and cannot get into the hands of ignorant people. My grandfather believed in Buddhism and firmly believed in what the old monk said.

"But you said this is a shabby thing, and at that time, you actually dared to ask for 180,000 yuan. My grandfather passed it on to my father, and he repeatedly told me to sell it for 180,000 yuan. I said the same thing here, and also warned me: Can't sell it cheaply.

"If I keep it there, I don't think I can sell it. You are not the first one to ask. Some people like old objects. But this is really not an antique, just a string of ordinary prayer beads to hold. No one has ever wanted to Pay that price. The old monk said something very mysterious. My dad didn't want to talk back to my grandfather, and I didn't want to go against my dad and my grandfather's wishes, so I just kept it like this.

"Before you came, others had paid up to two hundred yuan.

"This is not the first time I've told this story. People say I'm bragging. I'm really..."

He spoke with great emotion and seriousness.

Qu Yanran curiously took the string of Buddhist beads from Tang Qingnian's hand and held it in her hands.

She knows how to identify rosewood.

It is indeed rosewood.

But it's really too shabby.

There were bruises and bruises everywhere.

Just this quality...

It's worth two hundred dollars at most.

She put the things back in the stall, tugged on Tang Qingnian's sleeves, and whispered in her ear: "It's only two hundred yuan. Don't be deliberately deceived by what he said. It's just rosewood, better than this The streets are full of good quality ones.”

Tang Qingnian chuckled, then picked up the string of Buddhist beads: "Can I transfer money?"

The vendor and Qu Yanran were both stunned!

Qu Yanran hurriedly pulled her away: "It's really worthless."

Tang Qingnian just smiled: "Things like Buddhist strings are about fate. I like it and it is worth the price."

The vendors were dumbfounded and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, it's about fate, it's about fate... If you can transfer money, why don't you look at the others? Just pick a few and they will be treated as gifts."

"No, I want this." Tang Qingnian said and took out his phone.

The vendor hurriedly gave her his bank card number.

Such large transfers can only be made through online banking.

WeChat and Alipay cannot transfer in one go.

Tang Qingnian transferred 1.8 million to him.

When the vendor heard the payment prompt, his face turned pale with fright, and his voice trembled: "Girl, you added an extra zero, what's your card number? I'll transfer the extra to you."

Tang Qingnian said with a smile: "After a few decades, prices have skyrocketed. It is appropriate to add zero, and it is worth the price. It was your grandfather who formed a good relationship in the first place, and he should get good results. You don't have to feel uneasy."

"This……"

The vendors were very frightened.

Such a large amount of money all at once.

He was almost doubting his life!

Tang Qingnian pulled Qu Yanran away.

The vendor tremblingly took out his mobile phone and called his father: "Hey Dad, you won't believe it. The string of handhelds given by grandpa has been sold! 1.8 million! I feel like I'm dreaming. …”

Until she got in the car, Qu Yanran kept thinking: "Oh, honey, you are really taken advantage of. This thing is already expensive at 180,000 yuan, but you actually gave it 1.8 million yuan! You are rich. It's not that bad. Look at the little salesman just now. He was so frightened by you that he couldn't even speak. This broken Buddha...even if it's not broken, it's not worth the money. If it's so broken, you can't say it. It is given to the second master. Even if the second master doesn’t say anything, given his status, can he have the nerve to take it out..."

Tang Qingnian did not refute her words, he just took out the string of handhelds from the wooden box and slowly poured spiritual power into them.

Something magical happened!

A layer of sawdust quickly fell off the surface of the entire string, revealing the shiny and smooth Buddhist beads inside, with a faint golden light.

That texture.

That sense of light.

That roundness.

……

It’s just that!

Qu Yanran's expression is like this: Σ(っ°Д °;)っ

All eighteen beads were brand new.

Each piece is plump and round.

Glowing with golden light.

Tang Qingnian stopped inputting spiritual power and explained: "Buddhism and Taoist magic have some similarities. The first moment I picked up this string of handhelds, I could sense the power contained in it. It has extremely strong merit and power of mind. The old monk left this bunch of hand-held hands in order to repay his kindness, but he was also afraid that these things would fall into the hands of ignorant people, so he added a barrier to the hand-held hands.

“Only those who really know the goods will spend 180,000 yuan to buy it.

"A few decades ago, 180,000 yuan was not a small amount of money. Even now, not many people are willing to spend 180,000 yuan to buy a string of handheld instruments. Their family did good deeds, and the old monk repaid them with springs. After decades, If I add a zero, it won’t be a loss at all.”

Qu Yanran was really convinced and swallowed her saliva: "Okay, after all, you still have a sharp eye. I will never dare to do anything in front of you again."

Tang Qingnian smiled: "When it comes to judging the authenticity of quality, you are definitely better than me. But if it is related to Taoism, then I will do my best. It's still early, do you know where I can buy jewelry and jade? It's better. , I want to go and have a look.”

"Have."

Qu Yanran responded, started the car and drove.

The two soon arrived at a high-end shopping mall.