"Hey, I said, uncle, you can't just help each other just because you are all from the city, right?"

The fat man looked at the old man on the hospital bed next to him with some dissatisfaction and said, "My brother was hit by him and couldn't move. I just asked him to bear the medical expenses and nutrition expenses. Isn't this an exaggeration?"

"Not too much, not too much, I'm not saying that..."

After hearing the fat man's angry words, the old man laughed and shook his head and said, "If you hit someone, you will naturally treat others, but what he said makes sense. Those who do antique business often don't have much spare money, but once it opens, you can eat it for several years..."

"I don't care about those, anyway, my brother needs money to see a doctor..." The fat man twisted his neck. In his opinion, the old man was just talking to the driver.

"Fatty, how do you talk to the uncle?"

Although Fang Yi was still exhausted at this moment, it was much better than before. He struggled to raise his pillow and sat up a little higher, and said, "I don't have to pay the deposit or something anymore. It should be fine in a few days..."

Fang Yi had just used his qi to walk in his body, and he felt much better. He believed that if he had cultivated for a few days, he should be able to recover. The soreness and numbness on his body may be just a kind of self-protection for the musculoskeleton when he was hit by a car.

"Little brother, I really have no cash on hand..."

When Man Jun heard Fang Yi say this, he felt a little embarrassed. He pointed to the brocade box in his right hand and said, "Originally, there are some cash on hand, but they have changed it to this thing. When you turn around, you will get rich. If not, I will subsidize you some nutritional expenses. What do you think?"

Originally, Man Jun wanted to lock Tang Bohu's fan into the safe, but on the way, he received a call and an old customer wanted to see something, so Man Jun took it with him again and was about to go to the customer after leaving the hospital.

"No, 20,000 yuan is enough, it has already cost this big brother..."

Fang Yi shook his head. He had no idea about money before going down the mountain. However, after knowing that the fat man had not saved a penny for half a year, Fang Yi knew that the 20,000 yuan was a considerable amount.

Moreover, the driver was responsible for this car accident, but it was very dangerous for the fat man to stand in the middle of the road to stop the car, so Fang Yi did not want to make things difficult for the middle-aged man in front of him. After all, Taoism also emphasizes being kind to others.

"Oh, my little brother is really sensible..." Man Jun had been busy for most of the day and finally heard a heartwarming sentence. Moreover, Fang Yi was still so sincere, and he could be regarded as the old man from the world, and almost burst into tears.

"No need to say, this is my business card. You can take it first. I will sell this thing and come over immediately..."

Man Jun took out a business card and placed it on the head of Fang Yi's bed. He could see that these people should be from the countryside, but it seemed that they had lived in the city for a while and were the kind of people who were difficult to pass. Man Jun was still very satisfied with this understanding of this matter.

"Hey, I said, what is in your box? Can you show it to the old man?" Just as Man Jun was about to leave, the old man on the hospital bed next to him suddenly called him.

"Hmm? Uncle, do you want to see my thing?" Man Jun hesitated a little when he heard the old man's words because he didn't want to show the thing to the other party.

You know, although Manjun opened an antique shop in Chaotian Palace, the store actually had very limited things that could be sold, and he couldn't even make a rent a year. Manjun's main business also happened to some old customers, such as the boss he was going to meet later.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, people who do antique business don’t like to show the good things in their hands to some ordinary people who don’t know how to read them, because they won’t buy them even if they don’t understand them, and sometimes they will cause damage to antiques.

"Young man, what's inside?"

Seeing Man Jun hesitant, the old man smiled and took out a rosewood bracelet, a pair of white gloves and a very delicate cylindrical thing from under the pillow. He said, "I understand the rules and will not damage your object. Take it and take it over and take a look..."

"Oh, so you are always a player?" Seeing the old man's actions, Man Jun shouted exaggeratedly, but this time he did not postpone it anymore, but placed the wooden box in his hand on the old man's bed.

After working in the antique shop for many years, Man Jun naturally knew that the rosewood bracelets played by the elderly were a kind of cultural relics category, but cultural relics were derived from various instruments derived from the four treasures of antique study. Cultural relics in the modern sense can be commonly understood as enjoyment pieces or handheld pieces with a traditional cultural atmosphere.

If the old man had just taken out the rosewood bracelet and gloves, Man Jun might not be willing to show him Tang Bohu's fan, but after seeing the cylindrical thing the size of a thumb, Man Jun's face changed because he knew this thing, which was a micro magnifying glass.

There are many tools to identify antiques, but the most common one is naturally a magnifying glass. However, Man Jun could see at a glance that the magnifying glass taken out by the old man was not something that can be seen on the market, but used by professionals. This magnifying glass alone costs seven or eight thousand yuan, and it is not available in China.

The reason why Man Jun met him was because he had one, which was when he was traveling to Hong Kong Island last year. After he came back, he showed off his peers and attracted a lot of envious gazes. He immediately felt tall and proud.

"Well, this box has been around for a while. It was made of rosewood from the Republic of China, and it is worth a little money..." The old man did not open the box first, but picked up the wooden box and looked at it. After giving a comment, he opened the box.

"Uncle, look at this object and see if I have any medicine?"

When Man Jun heard the old man say the material of the wooden box, he couldn't help but smile. Most of the wood-like things belong to the category of cultural relics. In this era when cultural relics were just emerging, they were not worth much money, so few people paid attention to it. The old man can recognize it at a glance, and he is indeed an expert.

What Man Jun said about taking medicine in the antique shop refers to the behavior of buying fakes as genuine products and losing money. Sometimes, it is often called taking medicine for buying them at many times more than the item itself.

"Yeah, is it a fan?"

After opening the wooden box, the old man saw the yellow fan with yellow silk folded together at a glance. His face suddenly became a little solemn, and his hands became softer. Only now did he understand why the other party was unwilling to show him something.

Anyone who knows the knowledge knows that ancient calligraphy and paintings are expensive and not good at keeping in antiques, and are easily damaged. Fans are also a form of calligraphy and painting. The folding fan in the box is even more difficult to keep.

"Hey, this... is this "Looking at the Plum Picture" left by Mr. Liuru?" As soon as he opened the fan, the old man exclaimed, carefully placed the fan on the quilt, and then leaned over and took the magnifying glass to observe carefully.

"I'm an expert..." Seeing the old man's actions, Man Jun nodded secretly. The old man did not look at the painting first, but looked at the inscriptions and seals first. This is definitely a manifestation of experts.

"Hey, I said Boss Man, isn't this just a fan face?" Sanpao next to him was puzzled when he saw the old man's careful appearance. There were fans all over the streets, so would he still use a box to pack it?

"It's a fan, it's just painted by ancient people, now called antiques..." Hearing the words of Sanpao, Man Jun couldn't help but smile and spread the science for him. When he met an expert, Man Jun was in a very good mood and could let the other party help him identify it.

"Then... how much is this thing worth?" asked the fat man on the side. He knew that antiques were quite valuable, but he didn't know how much fat man could be worth.

"It's very expensive..." Man Jun smiled, but did not say the price of this fan. He was afraid that it would affect the old man's identification of things.

"Saying it means not saying it..." The fat man curled his lips when he heard this, and at this time the old man also put down the magnifying glass in his hand and sat upright.

"Uncle, how about it? Have you seen something?" Man Jun didn't care about paying attention to the fat man and stared at the old man with his eyes.

To be honest, although Man Jun has not been in the antique business for a short time, he is a wild person and has not systematically learned the identification of antiques. Although he believes in his eyes, he is still a little nervous when he buys this thing.

"Tang Bohu's "Looking at the Plum Picture", I have seen such a painting of him..."

The old man nodded and continued, "Whether you look at the inscriptions and seals or the style and paper, you are undoubtedly the original work. Young man, it's not bad. How much did you collect this thing?"

"Hehe, it cost several counts..." Man Jun smiled, stretched out a slap, and said, "Although this fan is not valuable, it cannot resist others' unwilling to take action. It costs so much..."

Man Jun is a businessman, so he naturally would not tell the purchase price truthfully, because the antique circle in Jinling is so big. If he says the price is low, everyone in the circle might know the next day, so Man Jun said the price he wanted to sell.

"fifty thousand?"

Hearing the price quoted by Man Jun, the old man raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and said, "Although your price is a little expensive, after that incident a few years ago, Tang Bohu's works have increased, and 50,000 yuan is also worth..."

"Uncle, do you know this? You are indeed an expert!" Man Jun gave the old man a thumbs up, but even Fang Yi, who was lying on the hospital bed, could tell that he was pretending.
Chapter completed!