Rebirth: My Miraculous Doctor Wife

"Hey girl, why did you buy this ugly iron ball?"

Just then, Liu Dequan walked over leisurely and looked at the iron ball in Qin Xi's hand curiously.

Qin Xi smiled and said, “I bought it for Stone to kick. Grandpa Liu, how are you shopping? You have been shopping for a while. Do you like anything?”

Liu Dequan's mouth twitched. "What's so fun about playing with this rusty iron ball?"

Qin Xi smiled mysteriously, threw the iron ball into the cloth bag, and then continued shopping with Liu Dequan.

As for Deng Xinhe, the more he looked at the stalls, the more he frowned. Finally, he walked into an antique shop called Qianyu Pavilion.

In order to keep a low profile, Deng Xinhe dressed more simply. Although his clothes were cheap, it was not difficult to see that he was not an ordinary person.

When the head of Qianyu Pavilion saw him, he immediately smiled and greeted him, "Sir, you look strange. This should be your first time here, right? What do you need? I can show you around!

Deng Xinhe looked at the dazzling array of antiques and items in the store, as well as exquisite porcelain and some calligraphy and paintings. He nodded and asked, "Do you have any authentic works?

The antique shop owner smiled flatteringly and said, "Sir, you must be kidding me. I only sell authentic items. May I know what your acceptable price range is?"

Deng Xinhe waved his hand and said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense. Who doesn't know the self-evident truth in antique shops? Nine out of ten works are fake. You actually have the audacity to tell me that you only sell genuine works.

The antique shop owner blushed and said awkwardly: “Sir, you really like to joke.

“Give me something real. Preferably calligraphy or painting. I want to give it to someone else.” Deng Xinhe sat aside calmly and warned, “You’d better not mess around. If it turns out to be fake, I’ll burn down your store.”

The antique shop owner was surprised to see that he didn't seem to be bluffing, and quickly smiled apologetically. "Okay, okay, okay. I'll get it now. Wait a minute, sir.

After a while, the antique shop owner took out a small box and placed it on the table. After opening it, a scroll was revealed, wrapped in silk.

He explained: "This is our treasure, a genuine work by Wang Xizhi. Please take a look.

Wang Xizhi is indeed worthy of being called "the first master of calligraphy". His handwriting is natural, majestic and powerful. It is as smooth as flowing water.

Even Deng Xinhe, who knows nothing about calligraphy, couldn't help but praise it. "The calligraphy is very good. It is indeed very good calligraphy."

Just then, a young man about the same age as Deng Xinhe walked in. He was wearing brand-name clothes and an expensive watch. He shouted in an extremely arrogant tone, "Hey, boss, I heard that you have authentic Wang Xizhi products here. Is this true? I tell you, tomorrow is Mr. Dong's birthday. I want to give him a gift. If it's not authentic, I will smash everything in your store.

They were of similar age and equally arrogant, but the vibes they gave off were worlds apart.

The former has received a good education since childhood. Although he likes to make trouble, it can be seen that he is polite and well-educated.

The latter is a typical rich second generation who is completely dependent on his father.

The antique shop owner recognized the young man as the son of a powerful director and broke out in a cold sweat. Although he was full of complaints, he still forced a smile and said politely: "Master Song, you must be kidding me. I do have a genuine Wang Xizhi here, but..."