Chapter 302: Bought a fake!

This is Yang Huan’s first time in the capital.

He had never been here before and didn't quite remember it, but this was his first time here since he traveled through time.

But it doesn’t feel very pleasant!

Beijing has been hit by smog these days, and the air quality is really terrible.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqing was well prepared and had prepared masks in advance.

As soon as I walked out of the airport gate, I could easily see Zhuang Zicheng in the crowd.

"Sister, Brother Huan, here!"

The boy seemed 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 the two siblings have a very good relationship.

"We arrived the day before yesterday!" As he said that, he reached out and took the luggage from his sister's hand.

"Let's go, I'll have Uncle Zhong drive to the gate and wait for us!"

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

Although the mask cannot hide Zhuang Ziqing's graceful figure, there are many people with angelic figures and devilish faces these days.

In addition, with the Internet so developed, many people have become accustomed to it.

Two black Volkswagens came to pick them up. The driver of the front one was a middle-aged man in his fifties who was very serious.

But Yang Huan knew very well that this was a soldier, and the most elite soldier at that.

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

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

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

Zhuang Ziqing blushed again and glared at her brother in reproach. After hesitating for a moment, she sat down shyly.

Yang Huan found it funny. You kid is doing something bad with good intentions!

If Zhuang Zicheng didn't say anything, Zhuang Ziqing would have sat in as a matter of course.

But he just happened to break the window paper, making Zhuang Ziqing feel embarrassed and annoyed, which was quite touching.

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

Two black Volkswagens slowly drove out of the Capital Airport.

Long Wu and Feng Jiu, who were sitting in the car behind, saw from the rearview mirror that just as they started the car, someone was talking on the phone at the gate.

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

Yang Huan smiled slightly, "Let them follow!"

"Know!"

Zhuang Ziqing had a worried look on his face, as if he had guessed something.

On the contrary, Zhuang Zicheng was a little curious.

"Brother Huan, is someone following you?"

The driver glanced at the far back through the rearview mirror and said, "Master Zicheng, the white one at the back!"

Zhuang Zicheng turned around and saw a white Camry following not far behind the car that Long Wu and his companions were driving.

"Brother Huan, do you want me to help you get rid of them?"

With that look and that posture, it seems that this kid is also a little bully in Beijing!

Yang Huan laughed, "No need, follow me if you want, I'll see how long they can follow me!"

Zhuang Zicheng curled his lips and said nothing more.

Instead, it was the driver, Uncle Zhong, who secretly glanced through the rearview mirror at Master Huan, whom he met for the first time.

It seems that he is not as dissolute and spendthrift as the rumors say!

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

"Antique?" Zhuang Zicheng frowned.

He is a lively young man and has no interest in antiques.

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

"Really?" Yang Huan nodded after hearing this. "Then Uncle Zhong, which one is more famous?"

"The Treasury!" Uncle Zhong replied.

But soon, he added another sentence.

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

He guessed that Yang Huan wanted to buy a gift for Mr. Zhuang as a birthday present to please him.

Little did he know that Yang Huan had already bought the gift, but he had no idea where the gift came from.

When giving a gift, you must know the name of your gift, right?

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

"Okay, it's on the way!"

Zhuang Ziqing was a little reluctant to leave, "Do you want me to go with you?"

After two or three months of dating, their feelings for each other have grown stronger day by day. After all, they are now at the stage of discussing marriage.

Sometimes I think that getting married first and then falling in love doesn’t seem to be a big deal.

More importantly, Zhuang Ziqing is a very traditional woman at heart. She hardly asks about other things about Yang Huan, and has never mentioned Zhang Ning or anyone else.

This is exactly what Yang Huan wants.

"No need, you are tired too, go home and rest first!"

Zhuang Ziqing nodded obediently and said, "Where do you live then?"

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

After Grandpa Yang Baoping retired, he decided to return to Longhai to spend his twilight years in retirement, so he returned all the houses, cars, etc. allocated to him by the government to show his determination.

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

Yang Huan called home two days ago and estimated that the servants had already packed up and were waiting for him to move in!

"Then...how about that, let Zicheng go with you!" Zhuang Ziqing was still a little worried.

She knew Yang Huan's temper, and with her younger brother by her side, everything would be taken care of.

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

Yang Huan happened to need someone who was familiar with the place, so he agreed.

Soon, Uncle Zhong drove to the Beijing Antique Market.

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

It was Yang Huan’s first time to visit an antique market. He found everything he looked at interesting.

This is the world's largest antique trading market, covering a very large area. This is located in Beijing, where every inch of land is valuable. This shows how popular antique trading is in Beijing.

After entering the market, Yang Huan looked around for new things and excitement.

Zhuang Zicheng just found a passerby, asked him where the Treasury was, and went there.

The Treasure House is located on the ground floor of the antique market. Although it is not large in size, it is filled with a wide variety of antique treasures. In addition, the overall decoration has a strong ancient Chinese style, which makes it very tasteful.

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

"Welcome, what can I do for you?"

A middle-aged man in an ancient scholar's robe immediately came forward, clasped his fists and saluted, his eyes swept over Yang Huan and Long Wu with some surprise.

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

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

"It turned out to be Master Zhuang!"

"Do you know me?" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised, as this was his first time here.

"Mr. Zhuang is a regular customer of our store. I have delivered an antique to your house before and have seen Mr. Zhuang's golden face!"

"Yeah?"

Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised that he remembered it after seeing it only once, and he didn't even know how long ago it was.

The middle-aged scholar smiled faintly, "Master Zhuang is here, please go upstairs!"

Only then did they realize that the treasury pavilion actually had a second floor.

I went up to the second floor via the mahogany stairs and found a different world here.

The second floor is designed in the style of an ancient teahouse, with a dedicated independent passage leading directly upstairs from outside the market.

Only people like Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng, who don't know the ins and outs, would come in from the bustling antique market.

At this time, there were already quite a few 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 all looked like a group of antique lovers who were either rich or noble.

"Master Zhuang, Master, our boss is here!"

Two white-haired old men were walking towards us. One of them had a ruddy complexion and walked with vigor and strength.

One of them was leaning on a cane and looked very old.

The middle-aged scholar walked forward, clasped his fists and bowed to the old man with a cane, then whispered a few words into the ear of the ruddy-faced old man. The latter looked towards Zhuang Zicheng and Yang Huan, nodded and smiled, then walked over.

"Master Zhuang!"

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

"This is my eldest brother, his last name is Yang!"

"Young Master Yang!" The boss saluted again with a fist.

But he gives people the impression of being polite, yet somewhat arrogant like a scholar.

"I wonder if Young Master Zhuang has any instructions for you?"

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

The boss was obviously disappointed.

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

"I heard that the boss's appreciation ability is well-known in Beijing. My brother bought a small item from a friend a while ago, and he wanted to ask the boss to appreciate it and see if he can find out the origin!"

Although he was not here to do business, he was a member of the Zhuang family after all, so the boss did not dare to be careless and immediately looked at Yang Huan.

"Master Yang, please!"

Yang Huan took out the wooden box containing the warm jade from his pocket, and immediately a burst of fragrance filled the air, brightening the eyes of the people nearby.

At least this box is not a vulgar thing!

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

Yang Huan didn't delay any longer. He had no interest in appreciating antiques, so he opened it directly.

The middle-aged scholar was immediately disappointed. Wasn't it just an ordinary jade pendant?

It just looks like there's a little blood in it.

The boss seemed a little surprised at first and exclaimed, but then he moved closer and looked at it carefully.

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

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

"One million and five hundred thousand!" Yang Huan replied.

After hearing this, the boss laughed and shook his head, saying, "Mr. Yang, you've been cheated!"

"Being cheated?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

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

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

"Boss, do you want to take a closer look?"

The boss smiled and shook his head, "My two young masters, I have seen countless antiques with my eyes every day. I believe I have the confidence to be right. If you let me buy this antique, it will be at most ten thousand!"

Ten thousand?

Damn you, I spent one and a half million!

However, seeing how confident the boss was, he actually believed it a little!

After all, he is an expert in this field!

Besides, when it was auctioned, the British didn’t say it was an antique treasure, right?

Yang Huan was somewhat surprised that the jade pendant he bought for 150,000 pounds turned out to be a fake?

Damn it, it would be strange if I don’t go back to settle the score with the Duke of Westminster!

Although 150,000 pounds is not worth mentioning, it must feel bad to be cheated, right?

"Mr. Yang, you should buy antiques from a reputable company. Our store, Cangjin Pavilion, is a long-established store. We are honest and trustworthy. We are well-known in the antique world of Beijing. If you are interested, you are welcome to visit us at any time!"

After he finished speaking, he clasped his fists again and said, "Sorry, I have something else to do. Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

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

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

"Damn it, even antiques are getting plastic surgery these days, is there any chance for us to survive?"

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

Fortunately, Brother Huan is very rich, and it’s only 1.5 million, so it won’t hurt!

"Let's go!"

Yang Huan knew that he was not here to buy anything, and the owner of the Treasury Pavilion was not interested in entertaining him.

In fact, not even tea was served.

There’s nothing we can do, after all they open the door to do business!

Could it be that he smashed someone else’s store?

The two went downstairs and found that there was a remote alley downstairs, but it was clean.

It is obvious that this road is specially designed to cater to distinguished guests.

After taking only two steps, an old voice came from behind.

"You two, please stay!"

After hearing this, Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng immediately turned around.

But then I saw the old man with the cane chasing after me from behind.