Ms. Wei Yang took out a long, thin cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and asked Hai Zhu: "Even if there is one, can you afford it?"

The middle-aged Hai Zhu said: "You can only know whether you can afford it after you see it."

"Yes, then you don't want this Easter egg?" Wei Yang asked, "If you don't want it, I will find someone else."

Hai Zhu said: "I don't want this kind of gadget."

He was not interested and left.

"Hi." Wu Ma took the opportunity to say hello and joined the conversation, "Can you let my friend see the Easter egg?"

Wei Yang glanced at Jian Jing and nodded: "Whatever."

Jian Jing then walked over and curiously studied this Russian-style Easter egg.

It has an ocean-like blue enamel shell, with an old-fashioned clock on the surface, and a golden flower and bird pattern on the top. If you open it from the middle, a cute white bird will come out, surrounded by some broken diamonds.

"It's a very cute little thing, isn't it?" Wei Yang smiled, "If you want it, it's only 23,000 pounds."

More than 200,000 yuan? This toy is too expensive.

Jian Jing was speechless .

Wu Ma said, "A good Easter egg should be inlaid with jewelry. This one only has ordinary broken diamonds. 5,000 pounds is the most."

Jian Jing: 0.0

The bargaining is so fierce.

Wei Yang shook his head: "Not for sale. How about you look at something else?"

"What else?" Jian Jing asked.

"What do you want?" Wei Yang smiled, "I'm a collector. I usually have the most little gadgets that ladies like."

Jian Jing thought for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to her mind, and she said, "I want something different."

Wei Yang asked, "How different? Mummy? Human skin book? Alchemy notes? Gothic stuff?"

"No." She thought she had a particularly interesting idea, and a mysterious smile appeared on her lips, "I want to buy something with a curse."

Wei Yang was stunned and asked, "The curse of Tutankhamun?"

"Can you sell pyramids?" Jian Jing was surprised.

The Sheep dusted off the ash and asked in confusion: "Of course not, but what are the cursed things you mentioned?"

She said: "For example, things that bring misfortune to a family, or relics of human sacrifice."

The Monkey said: "It must be related to religion, miss. Your hobby is very special."

"Why else would I come here?" Jian Jing asked back.

"Indeed." Shen Hou thought, "It's not easy to come across such things. It's not necessarily at a trade fair. I met one last time. The man wanted to buy a thousand-year-old corpse."

Jian Jing was shocked: "Did he buy it?"

"A member happened to know the channel and helped him get in touch." Shen Hou said calmly, "This is the meaning of our club. From ordinary collectors to world-famous wealthy people, we can all be connected."

Jian Jing's detective habit kicked in and asked, "It sounds like you are a veteran?"

"You can say that I am the earliest member of the club." Shen Hou said, "But I was not in good health in the past two years, so I seldom participated." Jian

Jing asked, "Do you know where you can buy the things I want to buy?"

"Little girl, don't be impatient. When you come up, who knows who you are? Even if someone knows who you are, why would they sell it to you?" The Monkey taught in a condescending manner, "Our transactions are not a one-shot deal. We have to consider personal relationships."

The Sheep rolled his eyes quietly.

Then it was the Monkey's turn to speak. He started by talking about his past as a small worker in the auction business, and then about his 20-year career as an appraiser. Although his tone was a bit didactic, the content was solid and everyone listened with great interest.

Jian Jing was actually not here to buy and sell. He was mostly in a playful mood, and he was not in a hurry. He just listened to him brag.

And this is what the old man likes most, the younger generations listen to him talk about his experience. The Monkey became more and more excited and took the initiative to bring up the rumor just now.

"If you ask me, the national treasure story may not be false." Shen Hou looked down at the tea in the glass and said slowly, "This year's trade fair is very unusual."

Wei Yang said, "I don't see anything special."

"This year, there are a lot of new faces." Shen Hou raised his eyelids and glanced at Jian Jing sharply, as if he was spying on something, "Guess how many of them came here because of the rumors?"

Wei Yang also glanced at Jian Jing. The two of them were quite familiar with each other and talked casually, "I remember three years ago someone said there was a painting by Monet, but it turned out to be a fake."

Shen Hou shook his head and said, "It's different." He suddenly asked Wu Ma, "I haven't seen you either, are you new here? Or are you accompanying someone?"

"I got an invitation from my friend." Wu Ma said frankly, "I'm an auctioneer and I came here to do some part-time work."

Shen Hou said "Oh" and asked Jian Jing, "Do you really want to buy antiques related to religion? You don't look religious."

Although the old man was old, he was still quite sharp. Jian Jing thought about it and replied, "Of course I don't believe it. How could a religious person buy such a thing?"

She took back the control: "Actually, I didn't understand. What is a national treasure? The Egyptian pharaoh mummy?"

Wu Ma said, "It shouldn't be. This can't be called a national treasure."

"Hou... Shen Hou, don't keep me in suspense." Wei Yang seemed to be unclear about the inside story and asked, "What good thing is it that makes you so nervous?"

Shen Hou raised his head and looked into the eyes of the three people: "I heard that it's the sheep head of the twelve zodiac animals." Jian Jing

was stunned for a moment, and then shocked: "Are you talking about the bronze heads of the twelve zodiac animals in the Old Summer Palace?"

Could you be a joke?

"Is it true?" Wu Ma was also surprised. "I heard that the snake, sheep, and chicken have never appeared. It is very likely that they have been destroyed. How could they appear here? Impossible."

Wei Yang agreed: "That's right. Even if this thing is going to appear, it should be at a big auction. It's enough to be used as a press release."

"That's right in theory." Shen Hou sneered, "But don't forget, how much will it cost to buy it at the auction?"

The three of them were silent for a moment.

From the perspective of craftsmanship, the bronze head is not a precious antique collection, but it has special significance. If you want to buy this at a public auction, unless you donate it back to the country, it will inevitably be greatly criticized.

It is not impossible to complete the transaction in a private transaction instead of a public auction. After all, for foreigners, this may not be a precious item.

Thinking of this, Jian Jing's liver ached and she cursed silently.

"Anyway, whether it is or not, we'll have to wait and see." Shen Hou said.

Because of the news about the bronze head, Jian Jing quickly lost her mood for fun and went back to the cabin for a nap.

When she woke up from her nap, the night fell and the ship had sailed into the sea. Looking out from the terrace of the cabin, the edge of the city had become blurred, and the lights and stars in the distance merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.

She used the newly bought eyeshadow palette to draw a red and gold makeup, and picked and chose from a bag of accessories, finding many hairpins with rabbit elements.

After getting ready, she put on her badge and went to the hall.

The public fair at eight o'clock would be held here.

The hall was visibly luxurious, the desserts were made by Michelin chefs, the red wine was at least ten years old, and everyone was dressed very stylishly.

Jian Jing first stood at the door for three seconds, the escape card taking effect, allowing her to pay attention to the locations of the entrances and exits. The next five seconds were the stage for the observation card, and she quickly took in everyone's image.

The venue was arranged in an arc shape, with a total of twelve armchairs. In the middle was a long table equipped with gloves, magnifying glasses, cameras and other equipment.

The waiters all wore black and white uniforms - handsome men and beautiful women, almost none of them were ugly. Are the requirements for waiters so high these days? - The others sat in twos and threes and chatted.

The Monkey was wearing a magnifying glass and was appraising a piece of jade. Next to him was a short old woman, skinny and bony, as if she had an incurable disease.

The two were talking about whether the jade was from the Shang Dynasty or the Spring and Autumn Period, using a lot of professional terms that Jian Jing didn't understand.

The Sheep waved at her and the two women sat together.

"I looked around and brought an interesting thing this time. See if you like it, girl." Ms. Sheep opened the velvet cloth on the table, revealing a silver lipstick.

The shell should have been re-polished. Although it can be seen that it has been a long time, there is no obvious wear and tear. The shape is very ordinary, much simpler than many lipsticks nowadays.

But Wei Yang introduced it, saying, "It's a work from the 1960s, a classic weapon of a female KGB agent, the Kiss Of Death, with a caliber of 4.5mm and can only hold one bullet."

Jian Jing said, "With such a small size, its killing power is estimated to be only two or three meters away. It's just a small toy."

"That's right, I don't sell real guns." Wei Yang spread his hands, "You can't use it in China, do you want it? It's pretty cool."

Jian Jing thought about it and asked, "How much?"

"Member price, 10,000 US dollars." Ms. Wei Yang quoted with a smile, "It's very fair."

"30,000 RMB." Wu Ma dutifully interrupted and helped Jian Jing bargain, "This is just a small toy. The craftsmanship is not difficult. You can find a small workshop to replicate it. It is not something that belongs to a famous person."

Wei Yang: "50,000. This thing is rare on the market."

"It has no value. It is useless if it is rare."

Wei Yang smiled. She actually didn't care about this small amount of money. 30,000 or 50,000 RMB is just a small amount in the antique transaction.

But she enjoyed the process and found it very interesting: "Okay, just treat it as making a friend - not you, but this Miss Rabbit - 35,000, and there is a bullet inside."

Jian Jing gestured "OK" and transferred the money to her directly.

After completing a business deal, the relationship between the two seemed to be much closer.

Wei Yang took the initiative to say, "I participate almost every time, but this year is really different. During dinner, someone bought several million dollars worth of watches without blinking an eye."

She is a well-known antique collector and seller in China, and she has been involved in everything from kisses of death worth tens of thousands to antique jewelry worth millions. She is also quite reserved and does not open a shop. She relies on word of mouth. She can make a living for three years by participating in a club trade fair.

But it was not so exaggerated in previous years.

"There are many rich people in the club, but they only spend money when they like it. Last time, there was a rich man who liked to collect silver coins. He had to see the small things worth only a few thousand or tens of thousands of yuan before he would buy

them." Wei Yang took a sip of red wine, his expression puzzled, "What Shen Hou said might be true." Jian Jing pondered for a moment and asked, "If you have it, will you take it out in front of everyone?"

"Probably not." Wei Yang was unsure.

Wu Ma said, "I have already inquired, and everyone has heard the news more or less, but no one can say who has it."

Wei Yang: "That means it will be an anonymous transaction."

Jian Jing still didn't quite understand, but she didn't bother to ask any more questions.

The trade fair began.

The host walked to the center and spoke briefly: "I am the organizer of this trade fair, Rat. At the request of some members, this public trade fair is divided into two sessions: public and anonymous."

Perhaps knowing that the members were not familiar with each other, he omitted many polite links and said directly: "First, the public trade. Please display your collections in the order of the code. Continuing the old practice, as the organizer, I will not participate in any transactions this time."

No one objected, and he directly announced: "Then, the trade fair begins."