Diagonally opposite the Red Gate of the University of Tokyo, facing Hongo Street, the nearby area has a strong book fragrance. The first floor of the Hongo Art Antiques Museum is the gallery cafe (cafe gallery bonart), and the second floor is the antiques store.

The Hongo Art Antiques Museum is a famous antique shop in Tokyo. The antique shop is divided into 15 antique shops of different characteristics. Chinese ancient porcelain, ancient calligraphy and paintings, ancient seals, Japanese ancient porcelain, tea sets, ancient human figures, Ukiyo-e paintings, Western jewelry and other antiques are filled with various antiques.

Tourists who like and collect antiques travel to Tokyo from time to time. At the Home Art Orchid Hall, eye-catching collectors may be able to dig out a few priceless treasures scattered among the people!

A taxi drove in front of the door of the Art Antique Museum in the People's Republic of China, and two people walked out of the car, one man and one woman. The man was about twenty years old, with a handsome appearance and an extremely tall figure. He was wearing a famous brand suit to show his nobility. He stood in the crowd as majestic as an iron tower, while the woman looked very petite, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slightly tender face very beautiful. He wore a pink sleeveless suspender shirt on his upper body, a white short skirt on his lower body, and a pair of white high-heeled sandals on his small feet. Although the girl tried her best to raise her chest and raise her head to make her look taller, standing with the man still looked like a child.

"Brother Hua, this is the most famous antique shop in Tokyo." Yayoi Koya held Hualong's arm in her arms and said to Hualong who looked up at the building in front of her.

Hualong nodded and said, "Let's go in!" "Yeyoya." Yayoi walked into the Hongo Art Antiques Museum with Hualong.

Without stopping on the first floor, Hualong and Yayoi Xiaoya stepped directly to the second floor. The shape inside the second floor was similar to that of ordinary vegetable market decorations. They were composed of stalls one after another. Each stall was equipped with a variety of vases, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings and other antiques. Behind each stall was a middle-aged or old man in a kimono, and everyone's eyes were shining with a shrewd light, showing their proficiency in antiques.

In front of each stall, travelers from all over the world and local treasure hunters were in constant force. Their faces were full of hope, hoping to get better and get a treasure for themselves. However, not many of them really understand the industry, and more people were joining in the fun. Some tourists from Europe and the United States simply regarded this place as jewelry stalls, buying some valuable but weird-looking small accessories, wearing them on themselves, or throwing them into their travel bags.

"Brother Hua, what antiques do you want to buy?" Seeing that there were many people in front of you, Yayoi Xiaoya was also a little excited. Antiques are very mysterious to her. If they are well equipped, they can even find some valuable antiques. Even if they can't find them, it will be enough to see these dazzling antiques.

Hualong looked around and said, "Let's take a look first!" After that, he walked casually and walked to each stall to scan. Seeing that there was nothing good, he walked to the next stall and looked at it. Yayoi Xiaoya didn't know these, but she enjoyed the time with Hualong. Whether she could find the treasure was not what she cared about.

"Boss, how do you sell this black card?" In front of a stall, an old man wearing a black Zhongshan suit and gray-haired man holding a black iron card in his hand and asked the middle-aged man behind the stall.

"This guest is really aware of the goods. This black waist brand is the royal waist brand of Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty in China. It is engraved with four fate characters like I personally visit. Of course, perhaps these four words alone are not enough to make people believe it, but the four fate characters "Emperor Taizu" on the back of this waist brand can definitely prove his authenticity. If the guest wants it, it only costs seven million yen to take it away." Seeing this old man wearing a Zhongshan suit, this middle-aged old man was wearing a middle-aged suit.

Of course, Ban understood his nationality. Because only Chinese people could wear Zhongshan suits, this black-hearted profiteer quoted a price of 7 million yen after talking. If this waist brand was really Zhu Yuanzhang's royal waist brand back then, then this value was not only not expensive, but it was fatally cheap. But it was precisely because the quote from this black-hearted middle-aged man was too low that the old man just chuckled, put down the waist brand, and turned around to look at other stalls.

"This customer walked slowly. If the customer felt that the price was not suitable, we can discuss it again." When the middle-aged businessman saw that the old man was leaving, he knew that the old man was also an expert, so he quickly stopped him and joked that although the waist brand was fake, it would be enough for him to be happy if he could sell it at a good price. But if he couldn't sell it, he could only throw it into his hands, not to eat or drink. Instead of doing so, it would be better to sell it almost, so as to free up some funds to exchange for other good things.

"One hundred thousand yen, I'll buy it." The old man was not vague at all, and cut the price down seventy times at once, making the middle-aged profiteering businessman anxiously jump. "This customer, your price is really too low. If not, I will never sell it."

"Oh, since you don't sell it, there's nothing to say. Goodbye." The old man didn't talk nonsense and left without looking back. "Wait." When the middle-aged businessman saw that the old man was really leaving, he didn't care about the words "I'll never sell it" just now, and quickly called the old man. The old man turned around, with a smirk on his lips, and said, "Is there anything else for this boss?"

The middle-aged prodigal businessman wanted to strangle the old man to death, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand." "Haha, boss, this is not my advantage. The price I gave you is already very good. If it were someone else, even ten thousand yen would not be bought." The old man smiled thornyly, took out ten thousand yuan of notes from his pocket, handed it to the middle-aged prodigal businessman, picked up the black waisted card and put it into his pocket.

The middle-aged profiteer didn't say anything else. In fact, when he first bought this waist brand, he only spent 5,000 yen. Now he can sell it for 100,000 yen, which makes him very satisfied. The middle-aged profiteer lit the money while chuckling in his heart: "This old man is really stupid, and I made me earn 95,000 yen in vain."

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