Chapter 302 I Bought a Fake!

This is Yang Huan's first visit to the capital.

I haven't been here before, so I don't remember much, but it was the first time he came after the time-travel.

But it doesn't feel very pleasant!

These days, just in time for the smog in Beijing, the air is really bad.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqing prepared early and prepared masks in advance.

As soon as he walked out of the airport gate, it was easy to see Zhuang Zicheng in the crowd.

"Sister, Brother Huan, here!"

The boy looked very excited in the crowd and kept waving his hands.

"When did you come?" Zhuang Ziqing walked over and asked with concern.

It can be seen that they have a good relationship with each other.

"It's here the day before yesterday!" With that said, he stretched out his hand and took the luggage from his sister's hand.

"Go, I'll let Uncle Zhong drive to the gate and wait!"

Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing both wore masks and looked no different from ordinary people.

Although it is difficult for a mask to hide Zhuang Ziqing's graceful appearance, there are many people with angelic body and devil face these days.

Coupled with the development of the Internet, many people are used to it.

There were two black Volkswagens who came to pick them up. The one driving in front was a middle-aged man in his fifties who was stern.

But Yang Huan is very clear that this is a soldier, and he is also the most elite soldier.

So, he just nodded at the driver and sat directly in the back row.

"Sister, you sit in the back, I'll sit in the front!"

After Zhuang Zicheng helped put the luggage into the trunk, he ran to open the front passenger's door.

Zhuang Ziqing suddenly blushed again, glared at her brother angrily, hesitated for a while, and sat in shyly.

Yang Huan thought it was funny, your kid is doing bad things with good intentions!

If Zhuang Zicheng didn't say it,

That Zhuang Ziqing must have sat down naturally.

But he just pierced the window paper, which made Zhuang Ziqing feel ashamed and annoyed.

This is the capital, and there is no threat, so Long Wu and Feng Jiu were arranged to sit in a car behind.

Two black Volkswagens slowly drove out of the Capital Airport.

Long Wu and Feng Jiu, who were sitting in the back car, saw in the rear-view mirror that just after they started, someone was calling at the gate.

"Master, our people are here!" Long Wu said in WeChat.

Yang Huan smiled slightly, "Let them follow!"

"Know!"

Zhuang Ziqing looked worried and seemed to have guessed something.

On the contrary, Zhuang Zicheng was a little curious.

"Brother Huan, is someone following you?"

The driver glanced at the rear from the rear-view mirror, "Master Zicheng, the last one is white!"

Zhuang Zicheng turned around, and sure enough, he saw a white Camry not far or near behind Long Wu's car.

"Brother Huan, do you want me to help you send them off?"

With that appearance and posture, it seems that this kid is also a little overlord in the capital on weekdays!

Yang Huan laughed, "No need, just follow the love, I'll see how long they can follow!"

Zhuang Zicheng pouted and said nothing more.

On the contrary, it was Uncle Zhong, the driver, who secretly glanced at the young master Huan, whom he had met for the first time, from the rear mirror.

It doesn't seem to be so dandy and prodigal as rumored!

"By the way, Zicheng, where can you appreciate antiques in the capital?"

"Antique?" Zhuang Zicheng frowned.

He was a lively young man, not interested in antiques at all.

"If Young Master Huan wants to appreciate antiques, he must go to the Beijing Antique Market. It is the largest antique market in the world, and even many authoritative experts like to go there!"

"Really?" Yang Huan listened and nodded, "Uncle Zhong, which one is more famous?"

"Hidden the Golden Pavilion!" Uncle Zhong replied.

But soon, another sentence was added.

"The old man usually goes there to drink tea and appreciate treasures."

He guessed that he thought that Yang Huan wanted to buy a gift for Mr. Zhuang as a birthday present and do what he liked.

As everyone knows, Yang Huan has already bought the gift, but he doesn't know the origin of this gift at all.

When giving a gift, you have to know exactly who you are giving your gift, right?

"Okay, please, Uncle Zhong, take me to the Cangjin Pavilion!"

"Okay, it's on the way!"

Zhuang Ziqing was a little reluctant, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

After the first two or three months of dating, their relationship can be said to be increasing day by day. After all, they have reached the stage of talking about marriage.

Sometimes when you think about it, it doesn't seem like a big problem when you first get married and then fall in love.

More importantly, Zhuang Ziqing was a very traditional woman in her bones, and she hardly asked Yang Huan about other things, and never mentioned Zhang Ning or anyone else.

This is very much to Yang Huan's appetite.

"No, you're tired too, go home and rest first!"

Zhuang Ziqing nodded obediently, "Then where do you live?"

"My family has a house in the capital, don't worry!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

After his grandfather Yang Baoping retired, he decided to return to Longhai to take care of his life, so he retired all the houses, cars, etc. allotted to him by the government, showing his determination.

Later, Yang Wenfeng often came to Beijing to do business, so he bought a house in the core area of ​​Beijing.

Yang Huan called the family two days ago, guessing that the servant had already packed up and was waiting for him to move in!

"Then...or else, let Zicheng accompany you!" Zhuang Ziqing was still a little worried.

She knows Yang Huan's temper. She has her younger brother to accompany her, so she can take care of everything.

"Yeah, Brother Huan, I'm fine anyway, let's go with you!"

Yang Huan just needed someone who was familiar with the way, so he agreed.

Soon, Uncle Zhong drove to the Beijing Antique Market.

Long Wu naturally wanted to accompany Yang Huan, so Feng Jiu got into Uncle Zhong's car, and the other one stayed and waited for Yang Huan and the others.

It was the first time for Yang Huan to visit the antiques market.

This is the world's largest antique trading market, with a very large area. This is still in the capital where every inch of land is expensive, which shows how popular the antique trading in Beijing is.

Entering the market, Yang Huan watched fresh and lively everywhere.

Zhuang Zicheng, on the other hand, just found a passerby, asked where the Tibetan Gold Pavilion was located, and went there.

The Tibetan Gold Pavilion is located on the ground floor of the antique market. It is not large in size, but it is full of antique treasures. In addition, the overall decoration has a strong antique Chinese style, which makes it very tasteful.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.

"Welcome, do you need anything?"

A middle-aged man wearing a quaint literati robe immediately greeted him, clasped his fists and saluted, his eyes flicked over Yang Huan and Long Wu, a little surprised.

When he saw Zhuang Zicheng again, his eyes lit up.

For business people, the most important thing is a pair of eyes.

"It turned out to be Young Master Zhuang!"

"You know me?" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, it was his first time here.

"Master Zhuang is a regular customer in our store. Before I left, I sent an antique to your residence. I have seen Master Zhuang's golden noodles!"

"yes?"

Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised. He remembered it once he saw it, and he didn't even know how long ago it was.

The middle-aged scribe smiled lightly, "Young Master Zhuang is here, please go upstairs!"

Only then did they know that there was actually a second floor in the Tibetan Gold Pavilion.

From the mahogany stairs to the second floor, I found that there is something special here.

The second floor is modeled after the ancient tea house, with a special passage to go upstairs directly from outside the market.

That is, Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng, who don't know the way, will come in from the bustling antique market.

At this time, there were many guests on the second floor. Some of them were drinking tea, some were playing with birds, and some were gathering in front of some glass cabinets to appraise treasures. They seemed to be a group of antique lovers who were not rich but expensive.

"Master Zhuang, this young master, our boss is here!"

On the opposite side came two gray-haired old men, one had a ruddy face and walked vigorously.

One was leaning on crutches and looked very old.

The middle-aged scribe stepped forward, clasped his fists at the old man who was leaning on crutches, and whispered a few words in the ear of the ruddy old man. The latter turned to Zhuang Zicheng and Yang Huan, his jaw dropped. He smiled and walked over.

"Master Zhuang!"

"Boss!" Zhuang Zicheng also followed their example and clasped his fists and saluted.

"This is my eldest brother, surnamed Yang!"

"Young Master Yang!" The boss saluted again.

But he gives the impression that he is polite, but somewhat arrogant as a scholar.

"I don't know if Master Zhuang is here. Is there any order from Master Zhuang?"

"That's not true!" Zhuang Zicheng shook his head.

The boss was clearly disappointed.

It seems that Mr. Zhuang is a big customer in his store.

"I heard that the boss's ability to appreciate is well-known in the capital. My eldest brother bought a gadget from a friend before. I want to ask the boss to appreciate it and see if I can find out the source!"

Although it wasn't for business, it was the Zhuang family, and the boss didn't dare to be careless, and immediately looked at Yang Huan.

"Young Master Yang, please!"

Yang Huan took out the warm jade wooden box from his pocket, and there was a burst of fragrance, which made the eyes of several people close at hand shine.

At least this box is not vulgar!

Especially the old man with crutches, his eyes were fixed on the wooden box in Yang Huan's hand, as if there was a strong desire to open it to see what was inside.

Yang Huan didn't delay much. He didn't have any interest in viewing antiques, so he opened it directly.

The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked disappointed, wasn't it just an ordinary jade pendant?

It just looks like it has some blood in it.

The boss seemed a little surprised at first, heyed, but got closer and looked at it carefully.

After watching it for two or three minutes, he shook his head.

"How much did Young Master Yang cost for this jade pendant?"

"One and a half million!" Yang Huan replied.

After the boss heard this, he laughed and shook his head: "Young Master Yang, you have been deceived!"

"Did you cheat?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

"This jade pendant is really good, but it is definitely not worth such a high price. There is an ancient text on it, but I can't recognize what the word is. It's a bit like a ghost painting. I can conclude that this is a fake, just a fake. It's just a little old."

"No way!" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised to hear Yang Huan talk about the origin of the jade pendant.

"Boss, do you want to look more clearly?"

The boss smiled and shook his head, "You two young masters, my eyes don't know how many antiques I taste every day, I ask myself that I still have such confidence, I can't read it wrong, if I buy this antique, it will cost up to 10,000 yuan. !"

Ten thousand?

Damn, I spent 1.5 million!

However, looking at the confident appearance of this boss, he really believed it!

After all, they are experts in this field!

Besides, at the time of the auction, the British did not say that it was an antique treasure, did it?

Yang Huan was a little unexpected. The jade pendant that he had spent 150,000 pounds on was actually a fake?

Grandma is a bear, it's strange that the Duke of Westminster can't settle accounts when he goes back!

Although 150,000 pounds is not worth mentioning, it's always a bad feeling to be cheated, right?

"Young Master Yang, you have to find a reputable one to buy antiques. Our Tibetan Gold Pavilion is an old shop for many years. It is known to everyone in the antiques industry in the capital. If Young Master Yang is interested, you are welcome to visit at any time!"

After speaking, he clasped his fist again, "I'm sorry, I still have something to do, forgive me, forgive me!"

Then he walked away with the middle-aged scribe, obviously to entertain a customer.

Yang Huan looked at the jade pendant in the wooden box in his hand, then looked at Zhuang Zicheng, and pouted.

"Damn it, even antiques have been taught plastic surgery these days, so why not let people live?"

Zhuang Zicheng had no choice but to smile bitterly, "Just take it as a lesson!"

Fortunately, Brother Huan has a lot of money, only 1.5 million, so it doesn't hurt!

"Let's go!"

Yang Huan knew that he didn't come to buy things, and the owner of Zangjin Pavilion didn't have much interest in entertaining you.

Simply, not even tea.

There's no way, people are opening the door to do business!

Could it be that they smashed other people's stores?

The two went downstairs and found that the downstairs was a remote alleyway, but it was cleaned up.

Obviously, this road is specially catered to those dignitaries.

Before taking two steps, an old voice came from behind.

"You two, please stay!"

Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng listened and turned around immediately.

But I saw the old man on crutches just now chasing up from behind.

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