Song Ziyan's cheeks bulged like a cute hamster, and the meatballs in her mouth were crispy and delicious.
"I've distributed flyers here before and found it by accident." Xiao Chen took out a tissue and wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth.
Move gently and carefully.
Song Ziyan was stunned. Looking at Xiao Chen's profile close to her, her face suddenly turned red with shame.
Seeing her blushing face, Xiao Chen realized that his action seemed too intimate.
She was a young and youthful girl, so she must have been shy, so he quickly withdrew his hand.
He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you ate too fast, so..."
"No, it's okay." Although Song Ziyan's face was red, she felt a little secretly happy in her heart.
She raised her head: "Xiao Chen, do you know anything about calligraphy and painting?"
"I know a little bit and have read books on this subject." Xiao Chen nodded.
In fact, he knew more than just a little. In his previous life, in order to please his family, he dabbled in all kinds of things.
Moreover, because Xiao's father likes calligraphy and painting, he carefully selected a painting for him on his birthday.
But in this life, the people of the Xiao family are not worthy of his flattery.
"Really? My grandfather's birthday is coming up in a few days, and he loves calligraphy and painting."
Song Ziyan said in surprise: "Isn't this the Wanjiayuan Antique Market? Can you help me pick out a painting?"
"No problem, but authentic works by famous people might be more expensive." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "And they are hard to come by."
"It doesn't matter if it's a little expensive, as long as the food is good." Song Ziyan took his hand and said, "I'm full, let's go."
Xiao Chen was being held by her warm and soft little hand, and he had no way of resisting. The two of them came all the way to the antique market.
After asking about Song Ziyan's grandfather's preferences, Xiao Chen took her to a calligraphy and painting shop.
"Calligraphy and painting are the essence of Chinese culture, and have become increasingly popular in recent years."
"Whether it's a hanging decoration or a collection, it's very good for appreciation."
"But there are some things to pay attention to. Buy hand-painted ones, not printed ones. If you can buy the name, don't buy the miscellaneous ones."
"What do you mean?" Song Ziyan seemed to understand but not quite.
"I'd rather buy a piece of paper with my name on it than a piece of cloth without a name on it." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "Calligraphy and painting are very sophisticated nowadays."
"Some paintings that appear to be original works by ancient masters are mostly copies made by later generations. It is actually very difficult to buy genuine antique calligraphy and paintings in the antique market."
Song Ziyan nodded slightly.
The owner came over to greet them, but when he saw they were students, he said a few polite words and let them look around on their own.
In half an hour, Xiao Chen took her to visit three calligraphy and painting shops.
Song Ziyan was very patient. Although she saw several very good calligraphy and paintings and pointed them out, they were all rejected by Xiao Chen.
"This is definitely not what the old man likes, believe me."
After visiting a few more shops, Xiao Chen's eyes were fixed on a painting.
He looked up and asked, "Boss, how much is this calligraphy?"
The shop owner saw that they were two students and said casually, "This is an authentic copy of Wang Anshi's "Sutra of the Shurangama Sutra," worth over a million."
"Boss, if you're sincere about buying it, just tell me the price." Xiao Chen said with a smile.
How could there be so many authentic works in this world?
"This is the lowest number." The boss held up five fingers: "Five hundred thousand."
"Ah?" Song Ziyan was shocked. Five hundred thousand was not expensive, but it was her pocket money for two months.
"This number." Xiao Chen stretched out three fingers.
"Three hundred thousand? Okay, okay." The boss nodded, wondering if these two students could come up with three hundred thousand?
"Three thousand yuan. Take it away if you can."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen's words almost made the boss spit blood.
"Young man, you can't bargain like that. This is an authentic work by Wang Anshi... Have you heard of Wang Anshi?" The owner's expression was exaggerated.
"It's obvious that this copy of the Lengyan Sutra was copied by people in later generations," Xiao Chen said with a smile.
"Although it is not an authentic work, the skill revealed between the lines has already possessed one-third of the charm of Wang Anshi's calligraphy, making it highly collectible."
"Otherwise, the thirty-dollar print is the same."
"This..." The boss was embarrassed. He shook his head: "It's too little. Add some more."
"Boss, we are all students and don't have much money." Xiao Chen began to coax her: "This is what my sister bought for the elders at home."
"Can you please give it to us at a discount just because she's so filial?"
After much persuasion, the boss reluctantly agreed.
"Xiao Chen, you are so awesome." Song Ziyan was very happy after going out with the calligraphy and painting in his hand.
"Go back and tell your grandfather that there is a lot of hidden meaning in these words, he will understand." Xiao Chen said with a smile.
This pair of calligraphy is a serious calligraphy within a calligraphy, he had actually seen that.
The original work is sandwiched between layers of rice paper and then made to look old. This is a means of protecting precious calligraphy and paintings during wartime.
But Xiao Chen didn't know what the words in the interlayer were, but it must be worth a lot of money to be disguised with such a sophisticated method.
It’s not that Xiao Chen doesn’t want to take advantage of this.
Instead, he wanted to repay Song Ziyan for saving his life in his previous life.
"Okay, I'll go back and tell him." Song Ziyan nodded happily.
It was already late when we left the antique market.
After Xiao Chen and Song Ziyan separated, they went back to their dormitories. Looking at the fifty thousand yuan in their accounts, they recalled several stocks from their previous lives.
Now that I’m eighteen, it’s time to open an account at a securities company and invest my money.
Early morning.
Zhou Jun was seconded to the Anti-Pornography Office, responsible for inspecting nightclubs in a certain area.
Nightclubs have always been the hardest hit areas for prostitution, gambling and drugs, so the municipal police will crack down on them every once in a while.
Anyone who can open a nightclub in Jiangcheng is a person with connections.
Therefore, a large number of people received the news in advance and would be more restrained during the crackdown.
Zhou Jun brought five or six criminal police officers with him. They were wearing bulletproof vests and had weapons on their waists. They looked fully armed.
"Hey, Lao Zhou, your Third Brigade is really good. You make the routine inspection so solemn. If someone doesn't know you, they would think you are going to bust drugs." A colleague said jokingly.
"I've been feeling unlucky lately, so it's better to be more cautious." Zhou Jun said with a smile.
The night inspection began in a nightclub. The person in charge took Lao Zhou and others to introduce the situation in the store.
Zhou Jun took several subordinates to inspect the basement and the box.
Everything was going smoothly, but when they arrived at an inconspicuous small box, Zhou Jun stopped for some unknown reason.
"What is this for?" Zhou Jun pointed at the box.
The box is not big and there are some miscellaneous items piled outside.
"Captain Zhou, this is the staff lounge. There are no guests inside. Would you like to take a look?" the person in charge said with a smile.
Zhou Jun reached out and pushed the door open, but the moment he opened the door, he smelled an unusual smell in the air.
I pushed the door open suddenly and saw three men sitting on the sofa in the box.
There were several army green bags around them, and the smell in the air was very familiar.
It is the sour smell emitted by burnt heroin, which is a method of drug inhalation.
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