Full-time King

Chapter 2260 Huibao Pavilion

The antique stalls are more elegant and less impatient than the people setting up the stalls.

Most of the stall owners were resting with their eyes closed, or sitting in front of their stalls, doing their own things. It was rare to see anyone shouting.

Only when the customers have chosen their items will they slowly and leisurely bargain.

In the antique business, there is a saying that if you don’t open for business for three years, you can make a profit for three years after opening. Although these vendors can’t make that much money, they really don’t care about the choices of one or two customers.

Most of the noisy noises are caused by the customers themselves.

“There are quite a few foreigners here.”

The capital is an international metropolis where foreigners of all skin colors are not uncommon. What is rare is that they rarely appear in large numbers.

But here, you can easily find foreigners in groups of three or four, either bargaining with the vendors in poor language, or choosing the items they like with the help of an interpreter, or simply taking out handfuls of banknotes and letting the vendors take them from their hands, and then exchanging them for what they like.

"Haha, these barbarians don't care about the things passed down from their own country's history and civilization. When they see the exquisite antiques of our country, of course they can't help but pay for them."

Uncle Li's words were full of a sense of superiority.

It is no wonder that among the four ancient historical civilizations, only one has been preserved intact. The heritage of this civilization is unmatched by other countries.

"Master, do you know where is a good place to pick jade?"

Ling Feng took a quick look. He had some good eyesight and could tell at a glance that most of the items on the stall were fakes, or even not very good fakes. Occasionally, one or two items were very exquisite, but upon closer inspection, they were high-quality imitations of modern products, which made Ling Feng shake his head again and again.

Most people don't have the vision to find really good stuff out there.

Uncle Li looked at these stalls with some envy, and finally withdrew his gaze reluctantly: "This brat didn't even bother to prepare some cash for his father. If he wants to buy something, he can only go to the shops inside. As for jade, there is a shop a hundred meters ahead, and there is a jade master in it. If the young master wants to carve something, he can also commission them."

"Let's go take a look."

Pulling Uncle Li, who had been unable to move for a long time, and squeezing through the crowded crowd, Ling Feng also had to take care of little Linlin in his arms. When Ling Feng arrived at the door of the store, beads of sweat had already appeared on his face.

The three large gilded characters "Hui Bao Pavilion" appeared in Ling Feng's eyes. They were simple and majestic, and majestic and solemn. When he saw the plaque, he couldn't help but feel that this store must be a treasure.

"These three characters are pretty good, aren't they? It is said that they were written by a famous calligrapher. There are fewer and fewer calligraphers like this. Young people today have less and less patience to study the things left by our ancestors."

Seeing Ling Feng noticed the plaque, Uncle Li said with a sigh, appearing to be filled with infinite emotion.

Ling Feng was a little amused. His uncle usually looked old-fashioned and stubborn, but he didn't expect that he would become like a child when he saw these things that had a slight connection with antiques. Ling Feng even doubted that he should not have chosen the path of an ancient warrior, but the antique industry.

"Old Yan, guests are coming, why don't you serve tea?"

As Master Li entered the room, he spoke loudly, and he seemed to be quite familiar with the owner here.

There were a few guests scattered around here. A white-haired old man was leading an apprentice, and was introducing a celadon vase in his hand in a vivid way.

Seeing Uncle Li, he bowed to the guests and apologized, then said unhappily: "Old Li, there is no tea, would you like some boiled water?"

He glanced at Ling Feng and Xiao Linlin, and nodded slightly reservedly: "The little girl is very cute. Old Li, if you want some tea, go pour it yourself."

Then he walked towards the inner room.

Ling Feng was a little confused: "Uncle Master, he just left like that?"

This businessman is so awesome, isn't he?

Uncle Li had obviously come here more than once or twice. He found some tea leaves in a secluded place, brewed them, and then sniffed them: "This old guy really knows how to enjoy himself. Don't worry, he will be back soon. Buying jade is the same as buying antiques. You have to be patient and not impatient to pick out the real good items."

Ling Feng thought it made sense at first, but when he thought of Li Hu's evaluation of his grandfather, he immediately looked at Uncle Li with suspicion.

"Ahem... Old Li, are you showing off your antique knowledge to the young people again? If you ask me, for at least the next ten years, you should just look and not buy, listen and watch more, otherwise how could you have so many mistakes? Here, little girl, this bottle of juice is for you, little girl, you definitely don't want to drink tea."

The old man surnamed Yan walked out from the inner room with a bottle of juice in his hand.

Ling Feng immediately became alert to this old man named Yan. He always liked to use the most malicious thoughts to speculate about others. This old Yan was too good at dealing with people. He accepted the bottle of juice, so when discussing the business next, Ling Feng was embarrassed to bargain.

This deal is really worth it.

Of course, it is also possible that Ling Feng was judging others by his own standards. What if Old Yan’s real inner thoughts were just as he said?

Ling Feng felt that this was unlikely. Huibao Pavilion was a huge shop and the owner was obviously an expert in business.

But little Linlin probably saw what her father was thinking, and she hugged Ling Feng's neck without giving him any face, and refused to look at Old Yan.

"Haha, my daughter is too young and a little shy. Thank you, old man. Linlin, thank you, grandpa."

Ling Feng said politely and took the juice.

If you can afford a bargain, you're a bastard and don't take advantage of it, even if it's just a few dollars' worth of juice.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Linlin's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and probably only Lingfeng himself could hear it.

Old Yan didn't mind at all. He sat next to Uncle Li, unceremoniously picked up the tea that Uncle Li had brewed, and drank it happily.

"You, Old Yan..." Uncle Li blew his beard and glared, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Old Yan glanced at Master Li and said, "Humph, you found all the good tea I hid so carefully. Of course I have to drink the first cup first."