Although there are many pedestrians on the antique street, it is not very lively. It is not that there is no sound, but that everyone is silent and silent, as if something is not easy to speak.

Storytellers and storytellers all have some mystery.

Li Zhinan was fine, Zhao Xi and Qu Han were walking on the bluestone road by the river, and they couldn't control their curiosity. They had never been exposed to such an environment since childhood.

In the eyes of many people, antiques and cultural relics are different from ordinary products. They have their own halo, spanning thousands of years and are far away from people's sight. Therefore, when standing in such a place and looking at these things, everyone will inevitably have a little bit of imagination.

Qu Han held the cricket jar and turned around, curious about everything.

Yang Yuying took a veil and gently wiped the snuff bottle in her hand as she walked.

Li Zhinan and Zhao Xi stared at Yang Yuying's hands without realizing it. Her hands were slender and white, and the cotton handkerchief was very ordinary. They were just disposable handkerchiefs placed on the shelf at each gate of Tianming Building. However, when they were held in her hand and rotated gently, they brought out a strange beauty.

Yang Yuying's technique seems a bit special.

Li Zhinan always felt that those fingers were dancing, light and agile, and with her hands, the fine powder fell in the wind.

After a while, Zhao Xi was a little dazed. Yang Yuying put away the handkerchief and handed the snuff bottle to Qu Han: "Take it for fun, add this thing, you won't lose money."

The snuff bottle at this time is completely different from the moment.

It was like a dusty girl bathing in a hot spring, wearing fresh water vapor, which was very charming.

Qu Han was shocked: "Why don't the stall owner wipe it!"

Nowadays, let alone selling snuff bottles for five or six hundred yuan, even if they cost one or two thousand yuan, maybe some customers are willing to...

Qu Han looked around and asked mysteriously: "Mingzhe, is this snuff bottle an antique? Is it a fine product made by the manufacturing office? Or, the emperor has enjoyed it? Hey, why is there a foreigner inside?"

Yang Yuying chuckled, then shook her head seriously: "That's not true. This snuff bottle should be a new product, and it seems that the style is a work of Hepai."

Qu Han: "..."

Yang Yuying smiled: "Stopped?"

Just as he was talking, an old man with a cane next to him passed by, stopped and turned around, touched his glasses: "Old Wang's "Picture of Hundred Nations"? No, it's own disciple Wang."

Yang Yuying nodded: "This portrait is painted vividly and has a vivid and spiritual shape. It should be made by one of the twelve disciples of Wang Lao. However, it does not have a very obvious personal style, it is difficult to judge, and the price will not be too high. If you meet someone you like, you may be able to sell for 5,000 or even tens of thousands, but the price is really priced at 5,000 or 6000 yuan."

The old man obviously liked it a little, expressed his love for it, and asked Qu Han: "Your friend said it pertinently. I'll get a discount of 3,000 yuan. How about selling it to me?"

Qu Han thought for a while, sighed, and felt a little painful on his face: "Document."

Barrage—

‘Well, is our Hanhan short of money now?’

‘Please, even if you are short of money, you can’t be short of 3,000 yuan, okay?’

Yang Yuying was amused by her: "If you like it, keep it for fun."

Qu Han shook his head: "Mingzhe, you need to buy mineral pigments. There is not enough in Tianming Building. We are probably far from the little money now."

Yang Yuying smiled: "If you want to meet the task standards, even if there are three thousand, it is not enough. Really good mineral pigments are worth as much as gold. Of course, it doesn't cost so much to deal with the program team's tasks. But if the program team refuses to give us the script and refuses to find someone to play the buyer, then I will have to repair this mural worth the price, and at least it also needs good ore pigments."

Qu Han: "..."

Li Zhinan: "What should I do?"

Yang Yuying said quietly: "Don't worry, even if the mission cannot be completed, will the program team really starve us to death?"

Netizens who watched this live broadcast in the live broadcast room were immediately excited.

'Others can't starve to death, but you will starve to death!'

‘Can other people’s appetite be the same as yours?’

‘The program team is not a human being, bullying minor friends. Don’t be afraid. If they don’t let you eat enough, I will complain about them abuse of minors now.’

Director: "Puff--"

He was really a little scared.

The power of the silly netizens is, who can anyone who is shameless in the entertainment industry not worry about it?

"Otherwise, let's try to find a bargain?"

Zhao Xi hesitated and walked down.

Yang Yuying couldn't help laughing.

There were several buyers passing by and they all laughed. One of them said, "Can I pick it up, can I pick it up. We listen to all kinds of stories and legends about picking up bargains every day. That's right. I basically have to visit the antique street once or twice a month. It's been three or four years. I've heard the story all over, and I won't mention the small leaks. Anyway, I haven't seen anyone picking up big leaks with my own eyes."

Qu Han blinked, tears rolling out: "Every time I read a novel, whenever the protagonist goes to the antique market, he will definitely find good things, sell it at a high price, and get the first pot of gold to make a fortune. Isn't it true that literary and artistic creation comes from reality being higher than reality? Should there be some in reality?"

"I don't know if there is one." Yang Yuying couldn't help but feel funny when she saw Qu Han and the others collapsed, "But the one who hit her eyes must be countless times the one who picked up the bargain."

Li Zhinan and Zhao Xi both looked disappointed.

Yang Yuying raised her eyebrows: "However, this does not mean that you can't make money on the antique street. Let's go and go around. At least you have to buy enough paints anyway."

She sighed quietly: "I haven't eaten meat for two days. I want to eat barbecue, braised pork, especially pork belly."

Qu Han paused and suddenly said, "I suddenly thought--in fact, I just wanted Mingzhe not to be hungry. Now I have 3,000 yuan. Let's go to the supermarket to buy a lot, store more delicious food, and buy a few pieces of meat to freeze and eat slowly?"

Zhao Xi: "...Sister, don't say it, the director will cry."

Seeing Yang Yuying's eyes changing, she looked at the small supermarket by the street deeply, unable to make decisions.

Netizens in the live broadcast room suddenly laughed and screamed.

‘Hahahaha, the director cried.’

‘I saw the stream where tears flowed down the program team!’

Yang Yuying was a guest of "The National Treasure has something to say", and she received a serious reward, so of course she couldn't bear to smash the show.

After a moment of pondering, he took a few guests to go shopping leisurely.

Qu Han was a little excited. Although she said it was not easy to pick up bargains, she always felt that although Yang Mingzhe was young, she was very powerful and knew a lot about antiques and cultural relics. Maybe she could really find a big leak.

It was the snowy season, and the weather was cold and the antique street was still lively.

Qu Han was excited when he looked at the antiques and cultural relics all over the ground, but Yang Yuying was like a quick look and did not stay.

Fortunately, the antiques on the stalls around were really interesting and the vendors were also very interesting to talk. Qu Han and others were not bored.

After walking for a while, he walked to the gate of Rongxingfang. Yang Yuying finally stopped.

When several guests saw the front of Rongxingfang, they were a little surprised. Rongxingfang has three floors, which is not particularly high, but only looking at the decoration, which reveals elegance in the simplicity.

Compared with the lively antique streets, Rongxingfang is particularly cold and there are only two customers strolling around in the huge shop.

The shopkeeper didn't say hello, sat at the counter and kept calling, muttering, not even raising his head.

Yang Yuying stepped into Rongxingfang, led Qu Han and a few to the tea table, pulled out a stool from under to let them sit down: "You guys have a rest first, I'll go and discuss business."

As soon as they sat down, a waiter came over to pour tea and prepared the refreshment. The refreshment was exquisite and the tea was mellow, which was actually the best tea.

The guests couldn't help but be surprised.

As a celebrity, they are familiar with these considerate services. No matter what business they do these days, service is very important.

But this is not the capital, not a big city, and it is not even a second-tier city, just a township.

If it weren't for the Zhu family courtyard, most people might not have known the name of this place.

Qu Han and his friends watched Yang Yuying walk to the older one among the two guests in Rongxingfang, and smiled and said, "Mr. Jin?"

The guest was surprised: "Who are you?"

"My surname is Yang, Yang Yuying, who is a donor. Mr. Jin probably doesn't recognize me. I'm lucky to have met Mr. Jin."

Yang Yuying looked like thinking, "It's such a cold day, you actually came to Pingzhou. Well, I remember that next month's fifteenth is Mr. Jin's birthday. He loves Mr. Xiangguang's calligraphy and paintings the most. Last time he bought one at the private auction of the Zhang family. Do you want to prepare a birthday gift for Mr. Jin?"

The guest's expression suddenly became much gentler and he smiled: "It turned out to be Miss Yang, and I often hear the old man mention it."

Yang Yuying smiled: "That's my honor. Just so happened that Yuying was short of money these days and happened to meet Mr. Jin. She couldn't help it, so she came forward and recommended herself."

"If Mr. Jin has not given a gift from the Photo Center, why not let me be a donor and earn a meal and board fee from Rongxingfang?"

Not far away, several guests were stunned.

When did Mingzhe change his name to Yuying?

When did she become a donor again?

Mr. Jin was a little stunned, then nodded in irresistiblely. However, Yang Yuying stretched out her hand casually. The shopkeeper who just faced him, she only smiled and asked questions and stood up politely.

"Open it and show us Boss Jin."

Yang Yuying nodded slightly and patted the counter.

"Please wait."

The shopkeeper stood up and gently pushed the counter, and the counter slowly fell down. Soon, it rose again. After it rose again, the antique porcelain calligraphy, paintings and other objects placed inside were different from before.

Boss Jin was dumbfounded.

Twenty minutes later.

Boss Jin held the calligraphy and paintings he purchased with satisfaction, and expressed his gratitude to him repeatedly: "If it weren't for Miss Yang's reminder, I wouldn't have known that my grandfather had settled in Hangzhou when he was young, and he was the grandmother he met here. Thank you very much. This is my business card. If you come to the capital one day, you must contact me."

Qu Han and others looked confused.
To be continued...