Chapter 61

Hearing this voice, Ye Chen frowned, looked up and looked in the direction of the sound.

Only to see a young man wearing a white linen Tang suit, black cloth shoes, and covered in various hand strings, walking towards this side with big strides.

Although it was broad daylight, he was wearing a pair of antique-style gold-rimmed glasses, and the lenses were two round black glass pieces, which was the kind of "civilized mirror" that the late Qing Dynasty survivors especially liked to wear.

The young man was followed by four or five bodyguards. Compared to his affectation, these bodyguards were much more fierce. People around hurriedly made way to avoid causing trouble.

"Yo, it's Qin Shao!"

As soon as the boss saw the young man, he immediately beamed with joy, and the flattering words drilled out of his mouth like running water: "Qin Shao, why didn't you say anything when you came over today, I should have gone to the street entrance to welcome you..."

"Alright, spare the nonsense, I'm just taking a look today." The young man waved his hand impatiently.

He walked up, looked at the stone in Ye Chen's hand, raised his head and asked the boss: "Zhang Ermao, pack this stone for me! My dad's desk is just missing a paperweight stone, this one is just right!"

"This..." The green-eyed boss had a dry smile on his face, looking at Ye Chen with difficulty, and said flatteringly: "Qin Shao, this is really a coincidence! The stone has already been bought by this brother! Actually, this stone is nothing special, it has no use except for pressing paper. I specially kept better goods for you. That worthless stone is not worth looking at, top-notch good goods are worthy of your status."

Only then did Ye Chen know that this boss was named Zhang Ermao, and it seemed he knew this young man.

However, he was also amazed by Zhang Ermao's glib tongue.

It was truly saying human words to humans and ghost words to ghosts.

Zhang Ermao hurriedly took out the hardened plastic jade horse and spat: "Qin Shao, this is a beloved object of the Noble Consort in the previous dynasty. Look at this jade, crystal clear. Good jade matches a predestined person. I won't say much, for the sake of Qin Shao's face, the price is the same as the chicken cup you bought yesterday, 9,000, you take it!"

Xiao Changkun was stunned when he heard this. It turned out that he had taken advantage of buying the same fake chicken cup for 300 yuan. He didn't expect this Qin Shao to spend 9,000!

"Spare the nonsense, get out of my way!" Qin Shao was impatient, kicked Zhang Ermao to the side, and said commandingly: "I just took a fancy to this stone, give it to me, I'll give you 20,000!"

Zhang Ermao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took the red bills in his hand and smiled at Ye Chen: "Brother, why don't you... let it go to Qin Shao?"

Ye Chen frowned and said coldly: "This is something I bought, I don't want to transfer it to others."

"Who told you to transfer it? You haven't paid the money, whoever pays buys it!" Qin Shao said impatiently, then took out a leather wallet from his bosom and threw a stack of red bills at Zhang Ermao's face.

"20,000, no need to look for change, I'll take it."

Zhang Ermao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took the red bills and smiled at Ye Chen: "Brother, I have another ink stone paperweight of Emperor Kangxi, it's definitely better than this one."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "Zhang Ermao, you don't need me to point out your stuff, right? This paperweight was bought by me first, I have no interest in letting it go to others."

Seeing that Ye Chen wouldn't loosen his mouth, Zhang Ermao had no choice.

After all, according to the rules of antique trading, it's first come, first served. If he broke the rules, if the news spread, he wouldn't be able to hang out on this antique street.

Zhang Ermao had no choice but to turn around, nodding and bowing to Qin Shao: "Qin Shao, this paperweight is really not a good thing, I have better..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Shao kicked him hard in the waist and cursed: "You've grown guts? I've bought several things from you, and now you're helping a poor loser talk?"

Zhang Ermao was kicked and sat on the ground, holding his waist and groaning, complaining: "Qin Shao, he won't give it to me, I can't help it."

As he spoke, he kept winking at Ye Chen, wanting him to let go of the stone.

Just looking at Ye Chen's clothes and behavior, he knew he didn't have much money at home, and had no power or influence.

But Qin Shao was different. This was a famous second-generation ancestor in the cultural and play world, who had never lacked money since birth.

Zhang Ermao didn't want to offend Qin Shao, nor did he want to break the rules, so he had to wink at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen had long seen Zhang Ermao's hint, but he ignored it and said indifferently: "No."

Zhang Ermao was really helpless, and could only sit on the ground groaning, so as not to be picked up by Qin Shao to vent his anger.

"Look at your loser appearance!"

Qin Shao scolded, had to raise his head, squinted at Ye Chen, and said with great wealth: "You bought it for 300, right? I'll give you 30,000, give it to me!"

The crowd watching let out a gasp, all looking at Ye Chen, their eyes full of jealousy.

Things bought for 300, and the price rose a hundred times before it was hot. This is a clear profit!

Besides, those who know the goods can see that the pebble is picked up from the river beach. This kind of broken stone is everywhere on the river beach, where is it some Emperor Gan paperweight!

Xiao Changkun was also a bit moved. After all, making more than 20,000 in one turn was enough to make up for yesterday's loss, and he could make a small profit.

Ye Chen raised his head, smiled at Qin Shao, and said: "Just now I already said, not for sale. Even if you offer 300,000, I'm still these two words."

"You!"

Qin Shao's face suddenly became ugly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The crowd was crowded, and Ye Chen refused flatly in public. Isn't this making him lose face?

"Loser! You have to go against me, right?" Qin Shao sneered fiercely: "Don't bother to ask, on this Antique Street, which of the things I, Qin Aodong, have taken a fancy to, can't be bought?"

"Today you sell it, and you have to sell it. If you don't sell it, you have to sell it!"

After Qin Aodong finished speaking, he waved his hand behind him.

Those bodyguards immediately "whooshed" and surrounded Ye Chen.

And the crowd around also changed color in unison.

Even Xiao Changkun was stunned.

The Qin family in Jin Ling City?

That is a wealthy family that is even more generous than Wang Yunfei's family!

No wonder Qin Shao spent 9,000 to buy a fake chicken cup without feeling heartache. People don't care about this money at all, just buy it for fun!

Several bodyguards surrounded Ye Chen, aggressively.

Xiao Changkun was afraid of trouble, and hurriedly winked at Ye Chen, telling him to hurry up and give the thing to Qin Shao.

Ye Chen's expression was indifferent, scanning the surrounding bodyguards, and said: "I'm still saying that, not for sale! If you want to rely on power to rob, I can only tell you one thing: my things, no one can take away! Even if the King of Heaven comes, it won't work!"

"So what if I rob it?" Qin Aodong was arrogant, raised his chin and scolded: "I tell you, I am the King of Heaven! You loser wants to fight me, you're tired of living!"