Although this spiritual energy is weak, it does indeed exist.
Brother Long, is this thing for sale or not? When I was a child in the countryside, my favorite thing was to fiddle with these little trinkets.
Qin Hao casually handed the gourd back, deliberately pretending not to care.
He was all too clear that he mustn't show any interest in the antique market. Once he was exposed, the prices could be inflated to the skies.
If it weren't for that shred of vitality in the gourd, he wouldn't have asked at all.
"It's not for sale." "
Brother Long shook his head. It wasn't that he was being stingy, but rather that he had raised this cricket for a long time and had developed some affection for it.
Qin Hao continued to say indifferently, "I really like it. Don't beat around the bush. The price is up to you." It's rare to come across something that catches my eye. Why don't you let it be for me once?
The young man beside him, who was originally acting in a "scene" with Brother Long, quickly added, "Sell it, Brother Long!" "Opening for good luck!" "
Brother Long hesitated. After all, he only spent a few dozen yuan on crickets and no more than ten yuan on gourds back then.
He did a calculation in his mind - if it could be sold for three figures, it would be a profit.
So he pretended to clear his throat and said, "This is the 'Mighty General'. Did you hear the cry?" The kind of cricket fight that could even rank in the first line. Since you like it, then... One thousand yuan. Here's a gourd for you. No bargaining. I used to have eight hundred antique shops, but I never dared to sell this thing."
After saying that, he himself felt a bit guilty. After all, that antique shop was Shouting "fifty" at that time.
Qin Hao chuckled to himself: A thousand is not expensive.
After all, it's something with a spiritual aura. Even if it gets pricked, it can still be accepted.
"Ok, one thousand, then one thousand."
He readily took out his money and put the gourd in his arms, feeling a rare sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Although there is not much spiritual energy, it is better than nothing. If one day the spiritual energy of the Golden Pupil runs out, he really doesn't know if his ability will disappear directly. Recently, he has clearly felt his strength waning and has become increasingly insecure.
With this hidden concern, he walked into Lu Xiaobu's store.
The store was much livelier than usual, and the most eye-catching figure in the crowd was Si Hanxue, with long hair and a cold expression.
With a different look, it's still the type that doesn't say a word but has an aura that can lower the surrounding temperature by three degrees.
Qin Hao's heart was beating out of control for no reason at all. He could only secretly slap himself in his heart: "Let's do some good work, okay?"
Lu Xiaobu came up and introduced, "Buddy, this is the senior of the Antique Street, the president of the Antique Association, and a director of the Jewelry and Jade Association - the senior of Dongfang."
The old man from the East couldn't help but glare at him and said, "Don't give me random titles. I'm just an old man."
Lu Xiaobu continued to introduce with a smile, "These two are Boss Song of Yufangzhai and Wang Dafu of Yuxu Pavilion. They are both well-known figures in the city." It was also thanks to their help that I was able to open my store back then.
Qin Hao greeted politely, but was secretly surprised in his heart:
Lu Xiaobu, who sells pets, actually has such a deep network of contacts?
The old man from the East cleared his throat and finally explained his purpose: "Xiao Qin, we took the risk of coming here because we heard that you received Wang Shizhen's manuscript." That thing is rarely circulated. A few of us want to have a look. I wonder if it's convenient?
Qin Hao suddenly understood and was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Needless to say, the news was most likely leaked by Lu Xiaobu.
Fortunately, he didn't tell this guy the secret of the golden Pupil; otherwise, he might really have been sent to the research institute as an experimental subject.
Several seniors, I have gone through a lot of materials. There are indeed some poems by Wang Shizhen in the manuscripts. But I'm not sure if it was written by him or not. Qin Hao answered truthfully.
This statement is both true and just gives them a way out.
"Well... Could we just take a look?
Song Jingang was full of anticipation.
After all, Wang Shizhen's calligraphy is rarely seen in museums, let alone in the folk.
Qin Hao immediately understood the excitement of professional collectors in the eyes of the three people - they were truly obsessed with calligraphy and paintings, not here to bargain.
Chapter End · Reader Interaction Topics
If you were Qin Hao, would you take out Wang Shizhen's manuscript to show these "big shots" in the antique world at this moment?
A. Yes. Take this opportunity to listen to the opinions of professionals.
B. No. Too many people know about it, and the risk is greater.
C. Yes, but rules will be set first (such as no photography, no sharing, etc.).
D. It all depends on the on-site atmosphere.
Which one would you choose? Welcome to tell me your reasons!