The antique shop of the rich fake master

The ancient capital of Anshi.

The ancient city walls and the antique old streets complement each other under the warm winter sun.

In an empty shop on the old street, a young intermediary with a briefcase on his back is enthusiastically introducing this handsome young man in front of him.

"Mr. Qu, look..." The young intermediary reached out and touched the counter, and then showed his hand to the young man in front of him, "This shop has been tidied up, and the sanitation has been cleaned. If there is no problem, you can sign the contract today gone."

Qu Qiuli's eyes were pale, but the corners of his lips raised slightly, indicating that he was very satisfied at present.

Looking around, he asked, "Where is the thing left by the boss in front?"

The young intermediary was stunned for a moment. This was originally an antique shop. The owner in front only sold but not rented, and he also sold the antiques in the shop.

As for antiques, even if he is a layman, he has heard the saying "If you don't open for three years, you can eat for three years after opening".

Moreover, the antique market is real and fake, and professionals still have their eyes peeled, let alone ordinary people.

So the boss has hung up his shop in their agency for more than half a year, and no one cares about it. Only recently did such a young man come to show interest.

But he couldn't figure out why the young man wanted to be taken advantage of.

But this is not the scope of his consideration, earning the commission is the most important thing.

"Before cleaning, in order to avoid bumps, all of them were packed and put in the warehouse, so that nothing was missing."

Qu Qiuli nodded, motioning for him to take him to the warehouse to have a look.

The young agent was still enthusiastic and didn't bother him at all, and took him to check it inside and out.

Qu Qiuli was relieved to see what he wanted to see.

It is a Duan inkstone about 400 years old, with a conservative estimate of around 100 million. If the specific provenance can be found out, the price may double.

The owner of this shop is going to sell it for 470 million in total. According to the market price, it is not worth such a high price, which is as high as 430 million.

The boss sells this price because he wants to sell the items in the store together, but the items in the store are basically antique and old modern handicrafts, or some ancient coins that cannot be sold at a high price.

It's okay to deceive laymen with those things, but Qu Qiuli is a top student in the Department of Archeology of University A in Anshi.

In my sophomore year, I started to go to the archaeological site with my tutor to participate in the work with a small hammer and a shovel.

As for Fang Duanyan, the boss probably wasn't sure about it, so he made a mistake instead.

That is to say, excluding the difference in the store’s market price, he bought this Duan inkstone for 40 yuan, and earned 60 yuan with a backhand.

"Okay, sign the contract!" Qu Qiuli was very straightforward.

The young agent also heaved a sigh of relief. Although the young man had paid a deposit a few days ago, he hadn't signed the contract yet, and he was still uneasy.

The contract was in triplicate. The boss and his family went abroad, and he entrusted full authority to the agency. There was a third party involved. In order to avoid stepping on the trap, Qu Qiuli took it very seriously.

The sunlight shone through the window lattice, covering Qu Qiuli with a layer of tulle.

The mid-length hair over the ears was dyed maroon by the sun, and the slight natural curls added a bit of laziness and coziness to him.

The first impression of his cold eyes is that he is not easy to get close to, but the little mole on the tip of his nose gave him a sense of agility and playfulness.

There was also that thin lip that looked a little cold, but it was not smudged, which aroused infinite reverie.

No matter how many times I met him, the young agent felt that this person was too good-looking. Just now, he almost lost his mind. He is a straight man with a wife and children.

The intermediary took the contract, collected the final payment and left, fearing that it would be bent into a paperclip after reading it.

In the huge shop, only Qu Qiuli was left at the moment, and there were three suitcases that he had just unloaded from the car.

If there is no accident, this shop is not only the bowl for him to eat in the future, but also the nest for him to sleep in.

The shop is divided into upper and lower floors, the downstairs is for business and hospitality, and the upper floor is just suitable for people to live in.

The decoration is a bit old, but the furniture and appliances are fully equipped, so you can move in with your bags.

Qu Qiuli simply tidied up and went to the warehouse.

In addition to the Duan inkstone and a box of ancient coins, he picked and picked again, and selected a green jade hairpin with an estimated value of about [-].

As for the others, they are all fakes, ah, no, they are modern antiques and old handicrafts, and he disposed of these things before the official opening.

His antique shop will never allow such "handicrafts".

Although he doesn't have the ability to tell the truth at a glance, he has his own secrets.

He got up and locked the door of the warehouse, and then took out a well-preserved but still old pocket watch from his sweater.

This pocket watch is made of copper, with the character Qu engraved on the back, which is his surname.

According to the director of the orphanage, the pocket watch was in his infancy when he was picked up.

Maybe it was left to him by his biological parents.

The dial of this pocket watch is different from the 12 hours of a normal clock, and the thumb-sized dial is full of meridian streams.

Qu Qiuli opened the dial, carefully fiddled with the pointer inside with his index finger, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in an antique bedroom.

Qu Qiuli unhurriedly took out an ancient costume from the closet and changed into it, tied her hair in a bun with the green jade hairpin she had just found, and hid the pocket watch close to the inside, before pushing open the door.

creak.

The old woman who was cleaning in the yard was startled for a moment, quickly put down the rag in her hand, knelt down to salute, and called out respectfully, "Young Master Li."

"Get up." No matter how many times, Qu Qiuli still can't get used to the ancient habit of kneeling down every now and then.

That's right, this is no longer the 21st century, here is the Zhou Dynasty more than 2000 years ago.

Traveling through this matter is really mysterious.

Four years ago, when I was climbing a mountain with my friends, one of them accidentally rolled down the slope, and the blood on his body dripped into this weird pocket watch.

Nothing weird happened at that time, but one day later, when he had nothing to do, he wanted to study whether the pocket watch could be repaired, and then fiddled with the pointer at random, and it passed through in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, he was frightened. In order to go back, he fiddled with the dial again, and finally traveled to another dynasty. Fortunately, the places where he appeared were in the wilderness and did not scare others.

After repeated experiments several times, he barely figured out the secret of the pocket watch.

As long as this pocket watch adjusts the direction of a few pointers, he can go to any time in history, any dynasty, and of course it can also bring him back to modern times.

When he got this golden finger back then, he was excited for a while, and he also fantasized about reselling supplies and getting rich overnight.

But the reality is not as beautiful as imagined.

Perhaps due to the limitation of world awareness, he was unable to do anything to change history.

To give the simplest example, if chili was introduced to this dynasty tomorrow, he would not be able to bring chili over today.

Even if the peppers are ground into powder and cannot be planted and spread, he can only use a small amount for his own use, and if he wants to exchange them for money, he will not be able to take them out of the door.

But he wants to bring things back to modern times, but there are not so many restrictions, and he is still slowly figuring out the specifics.

So after careful consideration, he rejected the suggestion of his adoptive parents to study business and chose the Department of Archeology.

It is also because of this golden finger that he has flourished in this circle. The junior even formed his own team to try to restore those lost craftsmanship.

The early results in the past two years made him more determined that God gave him this opportunity just to let him do something meaningful.

And he also likes to deal with these things, as if he has a natural intimacy.

It's just... the adoptive parents finally found their son who had been separated for 21 years a few days ago, and it was embarrassing for him to stay in that house, so it was more convenient to move out.

And he doesn't plan to use the financial support from his adoptive parents anymore, so his team's research funding is tight.

Restoring the lost craftsmanship is not something that can be done overnight, nor is it something that can be done with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. What's more, the team is full of young people, and it is completely nonsense to only talk about ideals and not money.

No matter how much people love their careers, they still have to eat.

Therefore, as the promoter, he has to find a way to make money.

At present, it seems that only opening an antique shop is more appropriate.

He came to Zhouchao this time to pick up the things the old woman had prepared before.

Qu Qiuli stepped forward to help the old woman up, "How about the things I asked you to prepare a few days ago? Has anyone sent a greeting card recently?"

The old woman got up, lowered her eyes and bowed her head, and answered the question respectfully, without daring to look up at her master.

It is said that the origin of this master is unknown, but he is personable, full of knowledge, and unmatched in bearing. There are many princes and nobles in the royal city who want to make friends with him.

Everyone guessed that he was a noble son who was secretly cultivated by a hermit family and was only released for training two years ago.

It's just that this young master is also strange, there is no one around to wait on him, there are only four of them in this house, and they are responsible for cleaning and washing on weekdays!

Young Master Li seldom came back, his whereabouts were mysterious, and they didn't dare to ask or tell the truth as servants, so they could only do things that Young Master ordered honestly.

The old woman's family moved over what Qu Qiuli wanted, and then withdrew.

Qu Qiuli inspected the bronze sacrificial vessel in front of him, and he was quite satisfied.

He closed the door, changed his clothes back, held the bronze sacrificial vessel, fiddled with the pocket watch, and returned to the warehouse of the antique shop in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the bronze sacrificial vessel fell to the ground, the original yellowish appearance was covered with a layer of gray-green at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, it became a serious antique.

Qu Qiuli smiled in satisfaction. The things brought back by time travel automatically precipitated the historical era, which also facilitated his business.

It's just that this bronze ritual vessel is not for sale, it's all cultural relics.

Cultural relics can be privately owned, but they cannot be resold. Reselling cultural relics is a serious crime, and he does not know how to break the law.

As for this bronze sacrificial vessel, he has his own wonderful use.

The text message on the mobile phone rang, it was a message from the adoptive mother.

"A Li, where are you? You can't be absent today."

Qu Qiuli was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that today his adoptive parents held a banquet to formally introduce the recovered son to the wealthy families in Anshi.