157: C157 Antique Market

C157 Antique Market

At the entrance of the exhibition, four men and two women stood there quietly with ugly expressions on their faces.

"F * ck, which one of you knows that idiot?!" "He seems very arrogant." The drunk and lustful young man looked unhappy.

"Just now, that bodyguard of his seemed to have said the word 'Qing Hai'." A tall and skinny guy beside him interjected coldly, "Hehe, Qing Hai, could it be a dragon crossing the river?"

"Trash crossing the river." The lecherous youth spat out a mouthful of smeared wine, and became even more unhappy, "In Quanyang, even a tiger has to lie down."

After saying that, he paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't even mention Quanyang, even in the entire flat city province, there aren't many people that we can afford to offend, and we all know them …"

The meaning behind his words was very clear. They all knew of those who could not be provoked, and they did not place the rest in their eyes.

In reality, this was not something worth mentioning. If it was anyone else, since this matter was over, there was no need to care about it. It was nothing more than displeasure.

However, these popinjays were clearly not ordinary people. They were used to being bossy, so whenever they saw someone unhappy, they would want to make the other party lower their head. Furthermore, they were flattering the other party just now; who knew that they would be slapped on the face.

Although they did not know about it, they were still unhappy. Not to mention that the other party not only bought the Imposing Dragon Black Blood, but also bought twenty seven cars in one go. In their eyes, this was not giving them any face at all.

Alright, after retorting, it was just a single sentence. These fellows are just looking for trouble.

"Who was that woman?" At this moment, Young Master Su opened his mouth and spoke. Although he tried his best to maintain his demeanor, the haze in his eyes flickered rapidly. He felt even more displeased.

"Young Master Su, she is Ouyang Zhanyan, the general manager of Zhenhua Xuan Auction House." A charming woman beside him said.

"She's Ouyang Zhanyan, the famous' One Laughter, Smash City 'in Quanyang?" Young Master Su's eyes lit up.

"Cough cough, that's right, that girl is Ouyang Zhanyan."

The young man coughed dryly. The young men beside him had a weird expression on their faces. They obviously knew Ouyang Zhanyan, they just ignored her.

Ouyang Zhanyan had been the subject of their coveting for a long time. In the past, when they talked about business, although Ouyang Zhanyan seemed friendly, behind her smile was a coldness that could be felt thousands of miles away.

Other than the few times when they were in business, if they met in private, this beauty who had a smile that could topple cities would not say a word. The few popinjays had all been like this and had gotten used to it, but the scene just now had taken them by surprise.

This was one of the reasons why they were in a bad mood.

"Ouyang Zhanyan …" Zhen Huaxuan! " Young Master Su muttered to himself irresolutely. He knew this woman, the number one beauty in Quanyang, as for the Zhenhua Auction House, although its scale was not small, it was still nothing to him.

Seeing the look of contemplation on his face, the drunk youth smiled and said, "I still have a few acquaintances in Qing Hai. I will ask around since when did Elder Brother Yang come out?"

After saying that, he made a call. The other two young men also took out their phones.

This was not a difficult matter, especially when several people had the means. In a moment, there was news about it. Then, they looked at each other and finally felt relieved.

There was no sign of this person!

Qing Hai didn't care about Elder Brother Yang at all. Who knows, that guy might be a prodigal son from some remote corner.

It was not surprising that they came to this conclusion because Zhang Yang had never had any contact with any of the silkpants in Qing Hai. If these guys had asked more questions, they might have been able to figure out some clues, but it was obvious that they had missed out on a lot of things.

At this moment, Young Master Su's voice sounded.

"Since Ouyang Zhanyan is the general manager of Zhenhua Xuan, she should be participating in tonight's Antiques Exchange at Deep Blue's clubhouse, right?"

Zhang Yang did not know that his unintentional move had offended a few local popinjays. Of course, even if he knew, he would not care. At this moment, he had already arrived at the outskirts of the city and rushed onto the highway.

If the Imposing Dragon Black Blood was compared to an elegant spiritual cat, then the Imposing Dragon Black Blood had now become a lightning beast. It rolled around on the highway like a black bolt of lightning, and its speed became faster and faster. When it came in contact with the large turning point, the body of the cat was almost flying all the way.

A few drivers who were not strong enough to handle it could not help but break out in cold sweat and curse when they saw the beasts pass by them. However, the Imposing Dragon Black Blood was long gone.

"Ah!"

Ouyang Zhanyan didn't know what kind of emotion she was feeling. She was both excited and scared. The pleasure of being able to move at such a fast speed and the stimulation in her heart made her scream all the way over.

"Stupid woman, hahaha." Zhang Yang looked at Ouyang Zhanyan, who was grabbing onto the handrail like a little rabbit, and sneered without any mercy.

"You are the fool, your entire family is the fool!" Ouyang Zhanyan was ashamed and angry at the same time. She glanced in front of her and saw that they were already in a straight line. She snorted coldly and sat up straight.

"Then why are you yelling like you were raped?"

"Die!"

Ouyang Miaomiao flew into a rage. She didn't know why, but every time she spoke to this fellow, she would involuntarily explode with rage. Other than that, there were also some other emotions that were difficult to understand. It was extremely strange.

"Forget it. Seeing that you're a beauty, it's better for me to be a bit slower."

Noticing that there was something wrong with her face, Zhang Yang turned around, raised his eyebrows at her and said: "Are you alright?" As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel and sped past a speeding heavy truck.

"Ah!"

Seeing his crazy actions, Ouyang Zhanyan screamed again. "Damn you! You better focus on driving! Don't worry about me!"

"Oh." Zhang Yang smiled and slowed down his speed.

"Hmph, freak, freak."

Ouyang Zhanyan coldly snorted, then said snappily. "Tonight, at 8 o'clock, there's an internal antique exchange at Quanyang, do you want to participate?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang was slightly surprised, "Your Zhenhua Xuan organization?"

"No." Ouyang Zhanyan's expression was slightly complicated. "Our Zhenhua Xuan doesn't have that much power. It was organized by a Deep Blue Association. I'm only a Silver rank member there."

"Deep Blue Club?"

Zhang Yang shook his head. He had never heard of it before, but he did not dwell on this topic. He quickly nodded, "Alright, let's go over and have a look tonight."

He was not interested in antiques, but from the experience he had gained from Pattern Tripod, he could tell that some of them were not on the surface. If he was lucky and was able to obtain one or two of them from the antiques, then he would really be lucky.

"Right, there's an antique market in Quanyang, right?"

"What do you mean yes?"

Ouyang Zhanyan glanced at Zhang Yang in disdain, her tone clearly filled with pride, "The Quanyang has been one of the nine great prefectures of the world since the ancient times, and it has a deep history. It is one of the origins of Han culture, and cultural relics of the Han Dynasty and even earlier times can often be found in cultural relics collections …"

In the end, she looked at him in disdain, "Although Quanyang is a secondary provincial city, there are hundreds of large and medium-sized antique auction houses. If there isn't any history, how could there be so many auction houses?"

"Oh, alright then. Bring me to the antique street here to have a look."

"You want to find a treasure?" Ouyang Zhanyan was stunned for a moment before she shook her head. "There's nothing good to be had at this stage of the game."

"Just looking around."

"Fine, but you have to treat me at noon."

"No problem."

Soon, they got off the highway and entered the city. Under Ouyang Zhanyan's lead, the two of them stopped in front of a market that seemed like a flower market.

"This is the place with the most concentrated and most bustling collection types of Quanyang. Initially, the collection market only occupied a small part of it, and the scale was not that big.

While they were talking, the two of them had already entered the place. Just as she had said, there was an endless stream of people coming in, and it was a good place for all the collection enthusiasts, Tao Bao, to rest.1

In Ouyang Zhanyan's words, this was a hodgepodge of opportunities and involvement, happiness and loss.

There were many types of collections here. It could be said that one could even think of all kinds of collections here. Jade artifacts, copper artifacts, coins, wood artifacts, porcelain, painting … There were countless varieties.

There were many shops in the market, but not many specialized in antiques. There were even some that dealt in teahouses, coffee shops, and the Four Treasures of the Arts.

The two of them squeezed into the crowd as Ouyang Zhanyan explained to Zhang Yang endlessly. This was her strong point in the field, and she would suffer every time she faced Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang listened while observing his surroundings. Most of the people he saw were young men and women who were just strolling around. They rarely stayed at a stall for more than a few minutes, and they mostly bought handicrafts.

Those who had been standing in front of a booth for a long time were mostly the elderly. Some of them were carefully inspecting the stand with magnifying glasses, while others were bargaining with the booth owner.

Of course, although it was very lively here, as Zhang Yang scanned the area with the Spiritual Consciousness, he discovered a very helpless truth. He didn't understand antiques, so he was unable to differentiate between real and fake, but he did not find any Pattern Artifact.

"How about we take a look at the shops here?" Along the way, Ouyang Zhanyan noticed that none of them caught Zhang Yang's eye, so she suggested.

"All of them are real?"

"No." Ouyang Zhanyan shook her head happily. "Those who can afford to open their shops here are usually returning customers, the type that doesn't open for three years and only eats for three years. Most of the things here are modern handicrafts, and tonight there will be an antique exchange, so you shouldn't expect them to bring out the real items."

"Then forget it, let's go to the painting store and take a look."

The Pattern Artifact did not flow on the surface. Just now, when the Spiritual Consciousness swept past a few stalls, Zhang Yang realized that one or two old calligraphy and paintings actually gave him a feeling of being able to lighten the Spiritual Consciousness's movements.

This aroused his curiosity. After careful examination, he found out that the real source was actually those old Xuan paper. He already had a faint guess in his heart, which was why he made this request.

This time, Zhang Yang stayed for a long time and usually stayed for half a day. He picked up every painting, including every one of its words, and carefully inspected them. Those who didn't know what it meant thought Zhang Yang was an expert.

However, after strolling for more than two hours and looking at more than a dozen painting shops, Zhang Yang was not able to find any more of these papers. He felt slightly disappointed.

"Why? Does this young lad not like my paintings?" Seeing that it was almost noon, Zhang Yang shook his head and turned around in disappointment. When he was about to leave, he heard a high-spirited voice.

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