This is the first time Yang Huan has come to the capital.
He had never been here before, so he didn't remember much, but this was his first time here since time traveling.
But it doesn’t feel very pleasant.
The past few days have coincided with the smog in Beijing, and the air is really terrible.
Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqing was prepared early and had the masks ready 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" This kid seemed very excited in the crowd and kept waving.
"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.
"It arrived the day before yesterday," he said, reaching out and taking the luggage from his sister.
"Let's go, I'll ask Uncle Zhong to drive to the gate and wait."
Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing both wore masks and looked no different from ordinary people.
Although a mask cannot conceal Zhuang Ziqing's graceful appearance, there are so many people with angelic figures and devilish faces these days.
In addition, the Internet is so developed that many people are used to it.
Two black Volkswagens came to pick them up.
The one in front was driven by a middle-aged man of about fifty years old, who was unsmiling.
But Yang Huan knew very well that this was a soldier, and he was the most elite soldier.
So, he just nodded to the driver and sat directly 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 suddenly blushed again, glared at his brother angrily, hesitated, and sat in shyly.
Yang Huan thought it was funny, you kid is doing bad things with good intentions now.
If Zhuang Zicheng hadn't said anything, then Zhuang Ziqing would have definitely sat in as a matter of course.
But he happened to pierce the window paper, which made Zhuang Ziqing feel ashamed and annoyed, and he was very charming.
This is the capital and there is no threat, so Long Wu and Feng Jiu were arranged to sit in a car at the back.
Two black Volkswagens slowly drove out of the Capital Airport.
Long Wu and Feng Jiu, who were sitting in the car behind, saw in the rear mirror that as soon as they started, someone was talking on the phone at the gate.
"Master, our people are here," Long Wu said on WeChat.
Yang Huan smiled slightly and said, "Let them follow."
"Know" Zhuang Ziqing looked worried, as if he had guessed something.
Zhuang Zicheng, on the other hand, was a little curious.
"Brother Huan, someone is following you" The driver glanced at the distance behind him from the rear mirror and said, "Master Zicheng, that's the white car at the back."
Zhuang Zicheng turned around and saw a white Camry not far behind Long Wu's car.
"Brother Huan, do you want me to help you get rid of them?"
With that look and attitude, it seems like this kid is also a bully in the capital.
Yang Huan chuckled, "No need, just follow if you want.
I'll see how long they can follow."
Zhuang Zicheng curled his lips and said nothing more.
On the contrary, the driver, Uncle Zhong, secretly glanced at the young master Huan whom he met for the first time in the rear mirror.
It seems that he is not as playboy and prodigal 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 who has no interest in antiques or anything like that.
"If Master Huan wants to appreciate antiques, he must go to the Beijing Antique Market.
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It is the largest antique trading market in the world.
Even many authoritative experts like to go there."
"Really?"
Yang Huan nodded after hearing this, "Uncle Zhong, which family is more famous?"
"Hidden Gold Pavilion," Uncle Zhong replied.
But soon, another sentence was added.
"The old man often goes there to drink tea and appraise treasures."
He probably thought that Yang Huan wanted to buy a gift for Mr.
Zhuang as a birthday gift, so that he would like it.
As everyone knows, Yang Huan has already bought a gift, but he doesn't know the origin of this gift at all.
When giving a gift, you must clearly know the name of the gift you are giving, right?
"Okay, uncle Zhong, please send me to the Hidden Gold Pavilion."
"Okay, just on my way."
Zhuang Ziqing was a little reluctant to leave, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
After two or three months of dating, their relationship has been growing day by day, and after all, they have reached the stage of talking about marriage.
Sometimes when I think about it, it doesn’t seem to be a big problem to get married first and fall in love later.
More importantly, Zhuang Ziqing was a very traditional woman at heart.
She almost never asked Yang Huan about other things, and she never mentioned Zhang Ning or anyone else.
This is to Yang Huan's liking.
"No, you're tired too.
Go home and rest first."
Zhuang Ziqing nodded obediently and said, "Then where do you live?"
"My family has a house in Beijing, so 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 old age, so he returned all the houses, cars, etc. allocated to him by the government, demonstrating his determination.
Later, Yang Wenfeng often came to the capital for business, so he bought a house in the core area of the capital.
Yang Huan called her home two days ago, guessing that the servants had already packed up and were waiting for him to move in.
"Then, let Zicheng accompany you."
Zhuang Ziqing was still a little worried.
She knew Yang Huan's temper.
With her younger brother by her side, she had someone to take care of everything.
"Yes, Brother Huan, I'm fine anyway, I'll go with you."
Yang Huan happened to need someone familiar with the situation, so he agreed.
Soon, Uncle Zhong drove to the capital antique market.
Long Wu naturally wanted to accompany Yang Huan, so Feng Jiu got into Uncle Zhong's car and left the other one waiting for Yang Huan and the others.
This was Yang Huan's first time visiting an antique market.
Looking left and right, everything felt fresh.
This is the largest antique trading market in the world, with a very large area.
This is still in Beijing, where land is at a premium, which shows how popular antique trading is in Beijing.
After entering the market, Yang Huan looked around to see what was happening and the excitement.
Zhuang Zicheng, on the other hand, found a random passerby, asked where the Hidden Gold Pavilion was, and then went there.
The Cangjin Pavilion is located on the ground floor of the antique market.
It is not large in area, but the antique treasures displayed inside are dazzling.
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 light sandalwood fragrance.
“Welcome, may I need anything?”
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A middle-aged man wearing a simple scholar's robe immediately came up to them, clasping his fists and saluting, his eyes passing over Yang Huan and Long Wu, somewhat surprised.
When he saw Zhuang Zicheng again, his eyes lit up.
The most important thing for a business person is a pair of eyes.
"It turns out to be Mr.
Zhuang" "You know me?"
Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised.
This was his first time here.
"Mr.
Zhuang is a regular customer of our store.
I sent an antique to your house before I left.
I have seen Mr.
Zhuang's golden face."
"Yeah" Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised.
He remembered it after seeing it once, and he didn't even know how long ago it was.
The middle-aged scribe smiled lightly and said, "Master Zhuang is here, please come upstairs."
Only then did they realize that the Hidden Gold Pavilion actually had a second floor.
Climbing up the mahogany stairs to the second floor, I found that there was something special here.
The second floor is designed after an ancient teahouse, with a dedicated independent passage leading directly upstairs from outside the market.
That is to say, it was people like Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng who didn't know their way in, so they came in from the bustling antique market.
At this time, there were many customers on the second floor.
Some of them were drinking tea, some were playing with the birds, and some were gathering in front of some glass cabinets to appraise treasures.
They all seemed to be a group of antique lovers who were either rich or noble.
"Master Zhuang, this young master, our boss is here."
Two white-haired old men walked over from the opposite side.
One had a ruddy face and walked vigorously.
One of them was on crutches and looked very old.
The middle-aged scribe stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted the old man on crutches, and whispered a few words in the ear of the rosy-faced old man.
The latter looked towards Zhuang Zicheng and Yang Huan, chin Smiled and walked over.
"Master Zhuang" "Boss" Zhuang Zicheng also followed their example and saluted with his fists raised.
"This is my eldest brother, surnamed Yang."
"Master Yang," the boss said with another fist-cup salute.
But he gave the impression that he was polite, yet somewhat arrogant as a scholar.
"I wonder if Mr.
Zhuang has any orders when he comes here?"
"That's not true."
Zhuang Zicheng shook his head.
The boss was obviously disappointed.
It seems that Mr.
Zhuang is a big customer in his store.
"I heard that the boss's appreciation ability is famous 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 origin."
Although he was not here to do business, he was still a member of the banker.
The boss did not dare to be careless and immediately looked at Yang Huan.
"Master Yang, please" Yang Huan took out the wooden box of Nuanyu from his pocket, and the aroma suddenly filled his nostrils, making the eyes of the people nearby brighten.
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At least this box is not vulgar Especially the old man on crutches was staring at the wooden box in Yang Huan's hand, as if he had a strong urge to open it and take a look to see what was inside.
Yang Huan didn't waste much time.
He had no interest in appreciating antiques, so he opened it directly.
The middle-aged scribe suddenly looked disappointed.
Isn't it just an ordinary jade pendant?
It just looked like there was a little blood in it.
The boss looked a little surprised at first and let out a sigh, but then he came closer and looked at it carefully.
After looking at it for two or three minutes, he shook his head.
"How much did Mr.
Yang spend on this jade pendant?"
"One and a half million" Yang Huan replied.
After hearing this, the boss laughed, shook his head and said, "Mr.
Yang, you have been deceived."
"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's a bit like a ghost painting.
I can conclude that this is a fake.
It's just that It’s just a bit old.”
"No way."
Zhuang Zicheng was a little surprised when he heard Yang Huan talk about the origin of the jade pendant.
"Boss, would you like to take a closer look?"
The boss smiled and shook his head, "You two young masters, I don't know how many antiques I taste with my eyes every day.
I wonder if I still have such confidence that I won't get it wrong.
If I buy this antique, it will cost me at most 10,000 yuan." " ten thousand
Damn it, I spent 1.5 million However, seeing how confident the boss looked, he really believed it.
After all, he is an expert in this field Besides, when it was auctioned, the British didn't say it was some kind of antique treasure.
Yang Huan was a little bit surprised that the jade pendant that she spent 150,000 pounds to photograph turned out to be a fake.
Grandma is such a bear.
It would be strange if she doesn’t settle the accounts with the Duke of Westminster when she returns home.
Although 150,000 pounds is not worth mentioning, it still feels uncomfortable to be cheated.
"Mr.
Yang, it's better to find a reputable store when buying antiques.
Our Hidden Gold Pavilion is a long-established shop, and it's well-known in the antique industry in the capital.
If Mr.
Yang is interested, you are welcome to visit us at any time."
After he finished speaking, he clasped his fists again and said, "I'm sorry, I have something else to do.
Forgive me, forgive me."
Then, he walked away with the middle-aged scribe, obviously going to entertain a customer.
Yang Huan looked at the jade pendant in the wooden box in his hand, then at Zhuang Zicheng, and curled his lips.
"Damn it, even antiques are getting plastic surgery these days, and they're still making it difficult for people to live."
Zhuang Zicheng had no choice but to smile bitterly, "Just take it as a lesson."
Fortunately, Brother Huan is very wealthy and only has 1.5 million, so it won’t hurt.
"Let's go" Yang Huan knows that he is not here to buy anything, and the owner of Cangjin Pavilion is not interested in entertaining you.
Simply, not even tea was served.
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There is no way, people are opening the door to do business after all.
Could it be possible that he also destroyed his store?
The two of them went downstairs and found that there was a remote alleyway downstairs, but it was clean and tidy.
Obviously, this road is specially catered to those distinguished guests.
Before taking two steps, an old voice came from behind.
"You two, please stay."
Yang Huan and Zhuang Zicheng turned around immediately after hearing this.
But he saw the old man on crutches chasing him from behind
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