The metaphysics boss just wants to be a salted fish

When Bo Nan wants to befriend someone, it's actually very easy.

In less than half an hour, the two had already had a good time at the barbecue stall. Lao Jing slammed the beer bottle on the bench, and the beer cap flew out, and faint smoke came out from the mouth of the bottle. He took the bottle and touched Bo Nan: "Xiao Bo, I still want to thank you today. If it weren't for your words, I wouldn't be able to get out of this door today!"

"I told you not to mention this matter, Brother Jing, this meal is over for you!" Bo Nan turned around with a smile and shouted: "Boss, have another dozen scallops!"

"Okay!" The boss responded, and then took out a drawer of scallops from the freezer next to him and put them on the grill.

Lao Jing only felt that today was fate, and God wanted to make him more brothers. He laughed and said, "Yes, that's it! You can be polite! The king crab next door can't be bothered, and the small barbecue is enough!"

Bo Nan also laughed, and touched the wine bottle with him: "King crabs are not good, only the meat is not yellow. When the hairy crabs are at their best in November, I'll give you some to eat, Brother Jing."

When Lao Jing heard it, he felt something was wrong: "Aren't hairy crabs in October?"

"October hairy crabs are eaten fresh, and the best ones have to wait until November." As a Suzhou native, Bo Nan grew up with hairy crabs in Yangcheng Lake, and he said clearly: "When the weather is cold, the crab's balm It is only thick, the fat has penetrated into the meat, and only a little bit has grown in October, and only the middle part has not penetrated, so it is not as delicious as in November."

"Is there another saying? I don't understand." Lao Jing said straightforwardly: "Then I will wait for your hairy crabs!"

"Success." Bo Nan responded immediately: "Brother Jing, can you leave me your address? I should be back in two days. If I'm free, I'll deliver it to you personally. If I'm not free, I'll send you a courier. Free shipping."

Lao Jing gave an address, and Bo Nan looked at the address and found that it was a shop in the antique city: "Huh? Brother Jing still has a shop here? Then he still works as a broker?"

"Damn, don't mention it, it's rare to take a trip with Lao Zhou and almost put myself in prison." As soon as Lao Jing heard the word 'broker', he understood two points, and then thought of meeting him near the antique city. Seeing Bo Nan, he felt like a kindred spirit: "Little Bo, do you still play with antiques?"

"Play a little, but not good at it, play a little of everything." Many people who play antiques are specialized in one kind, such as playing porcelain, playing porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and calligraphy and painting. collections of dynasties.

Playing with everything means that either this person has a good vision, or it means that the other party is a noob.

No matter how you look at it, Bo Nan is the latter.

"You can't do it like this, have you paid the tuition?" Lao Jing held up the bottle and gestured: "It is right to look more and buy less. I think you are still young and you still have a long time. What are you afraid of?"

Bo Nan's lips moved slightly, revealing a shy smile: "Fortunately, I just can't help seeing it."

Lao Jing thought for a while, and he simply drank the last half bottle of beer, taking advantage of the smell of alcohol and slapped the table: "Go, my brother will take you to see the actual combat in my store! Pick two good ones for you to play with!" "

"Okay." Bo Nan said with a smile, "But wait until the scallops arrive. They won't taste good if they are packed and cold. A dozen scallops cost 100 yuan!"

Lao Jing paused, and nodded sharply: "Yes, eat first!"

***

Laojing's shop is the one that everyone remembers. It looks neither high-end and expensive, and you don't even want to step in, nor is it just a handicraft that is full of oily eyes. Each shop has its own characteristics.

There are three wooden boxes piled up under the left corner, two boxes are open, one box is made of tiles and the other box is made of copper coins, and the other box is closed and I don't know what it is.The Baibao Pavilion is leaning against the wall, and the things on it don't look very expensive, and it can even be said to be dusty, but most of them have a greasy luster after being played for a long time, which is shocking. I like it in my heart.

The shop is not big, except for these two things, there is a big blue and white vat in the hall, with a few small koi in it, and a root carving coffee table facing south, and the two grand master chairs are full.

There was a scent of wood in the air, Bo Nan smelled it, it felt like sandalwood, but it didn't feel like it, it smelled like milk, more like thuja.

Lao Jing beckoned Bo Nan to sit down, then leaned over and took out a paper bag from under the root carving table, opened it and saw that there was a tea cake, he tapped the corner to make tea: "This is what I hoarded when my daughter was born , let’s drink some tea to wash away the alcohol!”

Bo Nan sat down and waited patiently for him to go through a tedious but very casual process of making tea. After a cup of tea was poured, each of them had a satisfied look on their faces. Bo Nan said: "This tea is good!"

"Okay? I'll make another brew." Lao Jing raised his hand and made another brew with a smile on his face: "Few young people like to drink tea nowadays."

Before he finished speaking, he got up and went to the side, and took two things from the Baibao Pavilion, one was an incense burner and the other was an inkstone: "Come on, drinking tea and looking at things at the same time is comfortable!"

Bo Nan's eyesight is not bad, and he opened his mouth to reveal the foundations of both: "The incense burner looks like it was made in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, right? But it’s a solid old stuff.”

Lao Jing's eyes lit up: "Xiao Bo, you have two brushes! You guessed it right, this incense burner was the first tuition fee when I entered the industry, and I have never been willing to throw it away. It’s a real masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, a good thing from the Song Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty.”

"Brother Jing just put such a good thing outside?"

Lao Jing waved his hand: "Isn't this a slap in the face, so that people don't think I'm a good guy here?"

Lao Jing's eyes moved, and he signaled Bo Nan to hold it for appreciation, but he got up and went to the side to get something: "I'll find you two more, and test you."

He found another four or five utensils one after another, and Bo Nan was able to report them one by one, which made Lao Jing go straight to the wall like a bosom friend who had a cup of wine, and moved the copper coin box down. A box was dragged out: "Xiao Bo, you have such a good eye, come and help me palm my eyes."

"I can't make up my mind about this box, let's see it!" As soon as the box was opened, Bo Nan's eyes hurt—it really hurt. Bo Nan's eyes hurt?

Lao Jing doesn't know this business, the things in the box are piled up in a mess, and they are separated by sponges just to make sure they don't touch and wipe. Many things look good to Bo Nan, but the aura is very weak, which is obviously given by other magic tools. hurt.

Lao Jing didn't pay much attention, so he just sat on the ground and fished something out of it: "Look at this, it's quite an ordinary brush, right? The old masters who have seen it say it was from the Republic of China, and it's not of much value, but I always think it is a good thing, and I have never been willing to throw it away."

"And this one, isn't it just a dyed Chinese cabbage?" He took out a jadeite cabbage, which was neatly green, sunny and bright, just like it was dyed: "It's weird, I received it in my hand. It’s been eight years, and I see it as disgusting, but I just don’t throw it away.”

Bo Nan rubbed the center of his brows, he felt dizzy—to put it simply, it was as if a mouse had fallen into a rice bowl and was so happy that it flew off the spot.

"Crack!" Lao Jing threw the Chinese cabbage into the box without hesitation, hit the wall of the box, and made a loud crash. He was obviously very angry with himself for keeping such a small spicy chicken that was visible to the naked eye. .

Bo Nan shook her fingers, stepped forward and said, "Brother Jing, don't throw it away."

"Huh?" Lao Jing looked at Bo Nan, and saw Bo Nan stepped forward to pick up the emerald Chinese cabbage, and brought him back to the coffee table: "Sit down, I'll tell you slowly."

Lao Jing nodded in a daze, sat down and made another cup of tea. After drinking it, he calmed down and said uncertainly: "... Is it really a good thing? Impossible... Let's face it You said that I rubbed it a little to identify it—it’s not some glue injection dyeing, it’s all glue at all!”

Bo Nan nodded helplessly: "It's a good thing, but it's not the outer layer."

He tapped the emerald cabbage with his fingers, and made a buzzing sound like gold and jade: "Some things look fake, and they are indeed fake...but if they are really fake, why don't you refuse to throw them away?"

He sighed in his heart that this old well deserved to be rich.

The aura of the emerald cabbage is disorganized, like a complete body of water divided into hundreds and thousands of paths by rocks. If it is really not a good thing, then the aura should be dissipated, instead of the same as now, the aura After being divided, the fields merged into one again.

He stretched out his hand and flicked the jadeite cabbage, and the aura immediately became more chaotic. Bo Nan didn't try to hide it, a stream of aura flowed from his fingertips to the jadeite cabbage, mercilessly crushing the surface layer, he signaled Lao Jing to look again .

Lao Jing stretched out his hand to touch it without knowing why, and as soon as he held the surface, he felt as if he had poked a pile of sand, and then the colloid on the surface fell down like quicksand, and fell on the table into a pile of sand. Pile of bluish-white powder.

There is something exposed in the middle, which is a sun-green emerald plate, not big, but the color is exactly the same as the dyed emerald cabbage just now, and it is not visible at all when it is placed in it.

"What is this...?" Lao Jing asked dumbfounded.

"Hidden jade in the stone, why not?" Bo Nan said with a smile.

An emerald brand of this color appeared at an auction a few years ago, and the final hammer price was more than 1 million.

Lao Jing was dumbfounded, he held the emerald card and looked at it, and looked at Bo Nan in disbelief: "You... how did you do it?!"

Bo Nansi said slowly, "That's how it was done."

He looked at the pile of powder: "...I must be dreaming... how can anyone break stones with bare hands..."

Oh no, it was the glue that was crushed empty-handed. He stared at Bo Nan's fingers—it was normal, there was no shredder installed!

This unscientific!

But soon he came to his senses and looked at the box. Compared to how Bo Nan did it, he wanted to know that there was such a thing hidden in the least promising emerald cabbage. What about the others?

"The most valuable thing is already in your hands, Brother Jing. Although the others can't be said to be worthless, they must have connections." Bo Nan raised his hand to drink the tea in his cup, shook his head and said, "For example, I...that box Things, if you are willing to give them to me, I am willing to exchange all the liquid funds in my hands."