90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 94: Explanation

Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong quickly called five pickup trucks and parked in front of the gallery.

Then the two of them, together with Wang Gu, began to move the bamboo slips, calligraphy, and painting from the inner courtyard.

Ye Bei was still sitting at the ancient table, faintly looking at the Ancient Street outside the door.

The Ancient Street of today was different from the past.

Although those tourists were still full of smiles, everyone's faces were faintly tired, perhaps because they stayed up too late yesterday and got up too early today and didn't recover.

Even when they saw the pickup truck parked on the bluestone road, they didn't pay much attention. They just thought that the gallery was going to be closed again. Standing on one side, taking a photo to commemorate it, they just left afterward.

Opposite the gallery, the door of the antique shop slowly opened to welcome the morning sun.

The person who opened the door was Wu Sanri.

He was still wearing a dark red mandarin jacket with gray hair, which looked a bit older, but his body was full of momentum.

He was taken aback when he saw the pickup trucks parked at the entrance of the gallery and the brand new bamboo slips piled on them.

Then he ran over and stood in front of Wang Gu, his voice a little confused, "Old man Wang, what are you doing?"

Wang Gu glanced at Wu Sanri, and then continued to move the bamboo slips, his tone was carefree, "What else can I do? Don't you want to buy this shop? The old man is gone, I must bring his calligraphy and painting with me, it was his whole life effort."

"Oh, I see!" Wu Sanri narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on his face. With his hands folded behind his back, Wu Sanri walked slowly towards the gallery lobby, as if he regarded this place as his home.

However, when he saw Ye Bei sitting at the lobby table, a familiar chill rose in his heart.

Every time this young man in the white robe appeared, he would feel a kind of discomfort and fear.

"Well, little brother, business is too busy these days during the holidays, and there has been no time to sign a contract. Since your store is going to move out soon, it is better to do that. Today we will finalize those contracts and you can choose two antiques from the antique shop at will, how about it?"

Wu Sanri's hands shook slightly, and when he said this, those wise eyes seemed to fall on Ye Bei inadvertently.

It's a pity that Ye Bei, sitting at the table, didn't have the slightest fluctuation on his face from beginning to end, and his pupils were as deep as the universe. After hearing Wu Sanri's words, he only replied indifferently, "Okay."

Then he brushed his robe, got up, and walked leisurely in the direction of the antique shop.

Wu Sanri retracted his hand from his back, put it in front, rubbed it vigorously, and quickly followed.

"Old Master?" In front of the gallery, Wang Gu was laying out the bamboo slips neatly. He was a little confused when he saw Ye Bei walking out.

"Sir?" Wu Fansheng and Wu Yuandong also looked sideways.

Ye Bei's voice was feeble, "I'm going to get two things."

After listening, the three nodded and kept silent. Then, they continued to organize the bamboo slips, calligraphy, and painting.

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In the antique shop.

Although it was very early, there were still many tourists here, and every antique was very novel to them.

When Ye Bei walked over, the tourists didn't have the slightest idea of giving way. Instead, they continued to indulge themselves even more into business.

Ye Bei stood with his hands behind, and when he saw this, he seemed to be a little interested.

To his left, a young woman was holding a hairpin covered with the traces of years. She kept looking up, her eyes full of light and muttering to herself, "This hairpin is really beautiful, and the price is only 9,999 Yuan. I just don't know if it's genuine."

"Miss, this hairpin is worth 9,999 Yuan. Its full name is called 'Republic of China Embossed Double-Flagged Hairpin'. It has two embossed flags at both ends. One is a nine-pointed star flag and the other is a five-color striped flag. One of them is kept in Luoyang Museum." Ye Bei's voice was very soft and it was unexpected for him to take the initiative to speak.

In the back, Wu Sanri listened and looked at Ye Bei with a look of surprise. He never expected that the seemingly young boy in front of him had such a deep understanding of antiques, but he was only a little surprised not impressed, he shook his head inwardly.

"Huh? Really so awesome?" When the woman heard Ye Bei's remarks, her desire to buy was greatly increased, and she pulled the hairpin hard.

Ye Bei shook his head slightly, "It's indeed awesome. Unfortunately, this hairpin is not genuine. It is made of brass and the texture on it is very vague. If not, it should be a fake product that was kept for quite a long time. In addition, this hairpin carries cold air, and there is even corpse aura on it. If I'm correct, this hairpin was a murder weapon, which was inserted in the head of the dead and was dug out. Therefore, the price will not be too high."

"Ah?" The woman yelled in exclamation after listening. She immediately put the hairpin back on the spot. She stared at Ye Bei, and then clapped her hands, "Unlucky, really unlucky... This shop owner even took out this kind of thing for the sake of making money." She said as she left immediately after.

Wu Sanri, who was still shaking his head slightly, was stunned when he heard what Ye Bei said. There were many voices in his heart: It must be a coincidence, it must be! Otherwise, how could he know so much when he is so young?

But then, Ye Bei's explanation made me Wu Sanri completely dumbfounded.

"This Buddha came from the Ming Dynasty. It has cracks on it, indicating that the material used is not high. This Buddha statue is also female since she holds an orchid in her hand. It is also a funerary object and is also used for the funeral of unknown concubines. This kind of thing is used in many tombs. And yes, the value is not high."

"This pot is not a hip flask. It has an open mouth, a handle, and a yellowish color. It was produced in the early Qing Dynasty. It is indeed an ancient relic. But it's a pity that this pot has another name, the Slag Bucket, which dates from the era where the eunuchs used it in the palace." (A/N: Can search 'Chinese Slag Bucket'.)

Ye Bei's voice was very weak from beginning to end.

But as time went by, he was able to tell the purpose, origin, and history of each antique very accurately. Although many things were disgusting, the tourists around them not only did not decrease but came more and more.

Everyone started to center around Ye Bei.

The sound was getting noisier. 

"This little brother, what age are these wooden shoes?" Someone asked.

Ye Bei glanced at it, "Willow Wooden Shoes, the wood is still very new. Although these shoes may seem old, they are obviously imitations of modern craftsmanship. They put them in this store just to find an opportunity to make a fortune. ."

Ye Bei's explanation was not rushed or slow.

But Wu Sanri, who followed, became more and more frightened when he heard it. Most of the antiques in this store were screened too much. It was certain that there would be no real valuable antiquities. Even at this moment, Wu Sanri had an illusion in his heart that the young man before would do something earth-shattering without fail.

However, when he was worried about what would come, Ye Bei quietly stopped in front of a shelf.

When Wu Sanri saw this, his eyes widened, trepidation came into being, and he immediately stepped forward to block Ye Bei.

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