Interstellar Merchant

When Han Zhaoyan arrived at the gallery, the market had just opened.There are many shops selling art in this area, some of which sell paintings, musical instruments, and antiques, as well as COS props, models, various weird accessories, and even singing and performing arts.Han Zhaoyan saw men and women with heavy makeup or weird costumes singing strange songs with guitars on the side of the road, and there was a fortune teller next to him, playing the banner of "the heritage of the ancient country, genuine goods at a fair price"; A group of cute bunny-eared girls... eh?There seemed to be a boy with rabbit ears bouncing around.

It was already around ten o'clock in the morning, and there were a lot of people. There were a large number of spectators gathered around these performers. What Han Zhaoyan couldn't bear the most was the crowding. Although he was also itchy for strange things, he was discouraged when he saw the spectacular scene of crowds. .

Bypassing the mighty strange parade, Han Zhaoyan wiped off the sweat that didn't exist, stood aside and waited for the procession to pass.

It was really unthinkable that someone like Daniel would come to such a place.Han Zhaoyan walked all the way, and saw that many of the goods sold in the shops were not as good as the "genuine goods" written on their signs, and at first glance they were counterfeit and shoddy products.Is it really possible to find good paintings in this kind of place?

Han Zhaoyan had deep doubts about this.

What he didn't know was that this was a relatively famous dark street in Emma City. The transactions inside were not formal, and things were cheaper than outside, but it was easy to buy fake goods.This is already well known to the locals.

Here to mix, rely on the eyes.

Han Zhaoyan raised his hand to look at the guidebook. It was already [-]:[-], and he walked a short distance for more than ten minutes.

He stood there for a while, aimed at the place where there were few people, and hurried forward.

Soon we arrived at the extremely conspicuous LK calligraphy and painting building that Chen Xiaoxiao mentioned. This building is the flank of a building next to it, about the seventh floor, built at the T-shaped intersection.

Standing on the opposite side, you can see the large advertising screen that runs through the entire sixth floor, with a series of famous paintings and calligraphy scrolling inside, and occasionally annoying advertisements, which are extremely conspicuous.

Walking straight along the zebra crossing, Han Zhaoyan went straight to the downstairs of LK.After entering inside, he discovered that the LK calligraphy and painting market is not just the seventh-floor wing seen from the outside, but that the ground floor of this building and the two surrounding buildings are all calligraphy and painting markets.At a glance, the vast shops are dazzling.

For a while, Han Zhaoyan didn't know how to find the man with "blonde hair and looks easy to bully".

"Xiaoxiao, I can't find Daniel." Han Zhaoyan stood under the big pillar and made a phone call, "This place is too big."

"That place is really big, let's look for it slowly..." Probably feeling Han Zhaoyan's anger coming from the microphone, Chen Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, "He likes oil paintings better, just find someone who sells oil paintings... "

The veins on Han Zhaoyan's forehead twitched, "Then tell me first, which one here doesn't sell oil paintings?"

"..." Chen Xiaoxiao paused, hesitated, and said: "Well, I can only feel sorry for Daniel. I'll give you his phone number, although his phone number is kept secret... But you are not a bad person, so you should be fine. "

Han Zhaoyan put away the phone and walked to the shop. After waiting for a long time, Chen Xiaoxiao still didn't send the number.Out of politeness, Han Zhaoyan didn't want to urge her anymore, anyway, it was her business to be in a hurry.

Thinking of this, he wandered slowly in the surrounding shops.After shopping for a while, I once again felt that there are really a lot of fakes here.Han Zhaoyan glanced at the ancient calligraphy and painting hanging next to him, and couldn't help but blush for the shop owner. How dare he display such a clumsy fake to fool people?When a person is a fool with a negative IQ?

"What do you mean?!" A ferocious female voice came from the shop, resembling the roar of a lion from the east of the river.

Han Zhaoyan stopped walking, and subconsciously turned his head to look inside.

Facing him is the back of a blond man, tall and slender, who seems to be arguing with a woman.

Somewhat familiar.

A woman with an exquisite face stood opposite the man. If it weren't for the series of breathtaking roars in her mouth, Han Zhaoyan could hardly have imagined that such an elegant woman would be so fierce!

When the woman was arguing with the blond man, a dainty and dainty woman next to her holding a painting looked at the two arguing at a loss, and said weakly, "Stop arguing..."

However, the woman and the blond man were still arguing endlessly, and the delicate woman was very anxious, with a weak and bitter face.

"I saw this painting first, so it should be sold to me!" The woman with delicate makeup snorted coldly.

"But when she wanted to sell it to you, you didn't want it, and when I wanted to buy it, you came to fight for it..." The blond man's voice was slightly anxious.

Daniel Buffy, the son of the current president, doesn't seem to be keen on politics, nor does he seem to be good at taking advantage of his status.Maybe, he didn't want others to know his identity?

Han Zhaoyan walked in, thought for a while, and called, "Mr. Buffy?"

The blond-haired man turned his head, first a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he showed a sudden look, "Ah, you are..."

He probably wanted to call Han Zhaoyan's name, but he couldn't remember it all at once, and suddenly stopped in embarrassment.

"Han Zhaoyan." Han Zhaoyan walked over and held out his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Buffy."

Daniel recovered quickly, reached out and shook his hand, "Just call me Daniel... Are you also here to buy paintings?"

"No." Han Zhaoyan withdrew his hand and shook his head, "Ms. Chen asked me to come here to tell you that she can't come here because of something."

"She already told me." Daniel didn't look angry at all, and his green eyes were clear, "She said that a friend would come to see the painting, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Han Zhaoyan shrugged, "Yes, she was afraid that you would be alone, so she asked me to accompany you."

Daniel smiled, "No need, if she has something to say, I don't need anyone to accompany her."

"She was afraid that her father would find out." Han Zhaoyan said casually.

There was a flash of surprise in Daniel's eyes, "Why? Is there anything she can't let Uncle Chen know?"

"I don't know either." Han Zhaoyan shook his head.

Daniel thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell Uncle Chen."

After speaking, he turned his head to argue with the woman.It seems that the name Daniel Buffy doesn't catch the attention of women.Speaking of which, this name is indeed quite common, and since this young man is relatively low-key, it is difficult for outsiders to react as they would when they heard the name Clinton.

Han Zhaoyan looked at his face and thought to himself: This son of the president has a good personality, but he seems to be relatively innocent.

"Do you know the rules?" The woman was angry, her eyes widened. "I fell in love with this first, so she has to sell it to me."

"What painting is it, can I have a look?" Seeing the two arguing endlessly, Han Zhaoyan became curious about what they were arguing about, and stepped up to the little woman holding the painting.

The little woman looked at him helplessly, and then at the woman who was staring at him beside her, a hint of timidity appeared in her dark eyes.

"Hey, don't you want it too?" The woman arguing with Daniel came over with an unhappy expression.

"Mr. Han?" Daniel was a little surprised.

"Just call me Han Zhaoyan." Han Zhaoyan said, then turned to ask the little girl, "Can I have a look?"

"Hi." The little woman subconsciously held up the painting with both hands and handed it over.

Han Zhaoyan was startled, it turned out to be a Japanese woman...

"Thank you." Han Zhaoyan took the painting and unfolded it slowly.It turned out to be an ancient Japanese Ukiyo-e!

Holding the painting, Han Zhaoyan was astonished.In 2022, a major earthquake suddenly broke out in Japan, the original country of the earth, and triggered a strong tsunami, causing the entire country to sink to the bottom of the sea in just two days.Because everything happened too fast, although the neighboring countries also extended a helping hand in time, countless people in Japan still lost their lives, and not many people in the whole country escaped.As for the treasures lost in the earthquake and tsunami, there are countless.

During that time, the whole world was shrouded in deep sorrow.Japan is the economic leader of the Asia-Pacific region. Her sinking has severely hit the economy of the Asia-Pacific region. The surrounding countries were not spared. It took a long time for the economy of this region to return to normal.Hundreds of years have passed, and the Japanese wandered into the universe and returned home from all over the world. Although they wanted to establish a planet on their own like the Jews, it was a pity that the Federation refused to approve it because of their small number, and they are still wandering in the interstellar world until now.

Because cultural products are less reserved, some paintings and calligraphy in Japan are very popular and very sought-after. They are expensive on the black market, and it can even be said that there is no market for the price.Now it seems that it is reasonable for Daniel and the woman to fight for this painting.

"Are you Japanese? Are you going to sell this painting?" Han Zhaoyan looked at the little girl in surprise, "What's your name?"

The woman's face turned red, she twisted her fingers, and murmured, "Minako Sato...my family needs money urgently, so..."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Han Zhaoyan felt that he was impolite in asking, coughed, and said warmly: "But why do you come here to sell paintings?"

In this kind of place, dragons and snakes are mixed, and it is easy to be beaten with black sticks.

"I don't know...my brother is going to have an operation, but I can't afford so much money for a while." Minako's eyes were filled with tears, "I don't understand these things. I came here with the painting, and later I met the owner of this shop..."

She pointed to the woman next to her.

"So this is the one I met first, so it should be sold to me." The woman with exquisite makeup raised her chin.

"What's your asking price?" Han Zhaoyan asked Minako.

Minako hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "100 million federal currency."

If the painting is real, the price is indeed low.The woman next to her had green eyes, as if she was determined to win.

Daniel was also very moved. The price of 100 million is definitely very low compared to this painting, and the other party is a lay girl who is in urgent need of money...

In this calligraphy and painting market, people actually rely on their eyes for food. Sometimes they can get good things at unimaginably low prices, but sometimes they will capsize in the gutter, which is very risky.

The number of 100 million is really not small.