"Brother Hua, those who were deceived will suffer in vain?" After hearing Hua Ziyi's words, the fat man still looked indignant. He actually didn't care whether others were suffering from losses, but this matter was on his own, and the fat man couldn't stand it anyway.

"After learning from one's mistakes, who dares to say that he has never had any medicine in the antique industry?

Hua Ziyi said something similar to what Fang Yi said before. Not to mention Fatty, he has paid a lot of tuition fees even when he has been shopping for items in the antique market in recent years. The 40,000 yuan that Fatty was fooled was not enough to pay a fraction of the tuition fees paid by Hua Ziyi.

"Okay, then I'll write down this matter first, but I'll find Fat Master in this place sooner or later..." Seeing Hua Ziyi's words the same, the fat man gave up and said with gritted teeth: "Don't blame me for this bastard Wu Tianbao, otherwise I'll let him live and die..."

"Okay, you'll have to die if you have nothing to do..."

Fang Yi shot a shot on the back of the fat man's head. His buddy was good, but the small peasant was too conscious. Not to mention that the 40,000 yuan was originally earned from scratch. Even if he lost money, he would not have to fight to death with others.

Fang Yi is a Taoist practitioner and also values ​​the four words "wealth and partner" but his approach is to make money for himself, rather than being enslaved by money. His mind will not be arrogant because of money, nor will he be lost because of lack of money.

"Fatty, there is no room for a turnaround in this matter..." Hua Ziyi thought for a moment and spoke.

"Hmm? Brother Hua, how can I make a comeback?"

The fat man's eyes lit up when he heard this. In fact, the reason why he was so angry at this incident was not only because he lost 40,000 yuan, but because he felt that he had the trust of Fang Yi and had ruined the matter, so he was very anxious to recover the money.

"I know Wu Tianbao, I believe he will also sell me some face. I will go to see him later and talk about this matter. He should be able to return the money to you, but this matter ends here and cannot be pursued..."

Hua Ziyi knows Wu Tianbao's style of behavior very well, that is, rabbits do not eat grass by their nests. In recent years, he rarely fools his colleagues in the capital or surrounding areas. Moreover, whenever he meets people who agree, as long as he has a good face, he will often refund part or all of the money.

Although Hua Ziyi had no friendship with Wu Tianbao, where was his identity? The children of the Hua family and Qin Haichuan's disciples. None of these two identities could be afforded by Wu Tianbao, so Hua Ziyi was confident in saying this.

Of course, as Sun Lianda said to Fang Yi before, asking for the money that Fatty was cheated was the best result of the matter in the end, because Hua Ziyi would only return the money. If others gave face, neither Sun Lianda nor Hua Ziyi would be able to kill them.

"Okay, then..." Hearing Hua Ziyi say this, the fat man was about to agree, but before he could open his mouth, Fang Yi waved his hand and stopped him.

"Brother Hua, this matter ends here. We have admitted that this is the worst..."

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "If I just want to get the money back, my teacher can come forward, but I want the fat man to take this as a lesson. If this is a lesson from not spending money, I am afraid that he will not remember it firmly..."

When Hua Ziyi was talking just now, his eyes were looking at Fang Yi, so Fang Yi knew that if the fat man nodded, Hua Ziyi's favor would fall on him. For the sake of 40,000 yuan, Fang Yi felt that it was not worth it.

Taoism values ​​cause and effect. Everything has a cause and effect. If Fang Yi owe this favor, then he will have a cause and effect with Hua Ziyi. For Fang Yi, who is still deeply influenced by Taoism in modern social thinking, it is best not to form a causal relationship between this kind of owed relationship and people.

"Okay, this matter will be up to you..." After hearing Fang Yi's words, Hua Ziyi nodded indifferently. He helped the fat man with a sense of Fang Yi's face. Since Fang Yi disagreed, Hua Ziyi naturally would not rush to help him with this matter.

"Grandma, this lesson is so expensive..." The fat man was so in tears at this time. He believed that he would never forget the experience of taking medicine in his life.

"Let's go, let's go in and take a walk..."

Fang Yi had no intention of caring about the fat man's mental journey, and immediately pulled Bai Chuxia into Panjiayuan. The antique market in front of him was obviously very different from Jinling, and it was also an unfamiliar experience for Fang Yi.

Panjiayuan Fresh Goods Market is divided into three different areas. The place on the right side of the door is all street stalls. A rag is placed on it and a stall is placed on it. There are various antiques and miscellaneous items. Almost all categories of objects can be found here.

On the left side of the fresh goods market, there are several large greenhouses covering a large area, and under the shed are many long rows of beds. Most of these beds are wholesale and cultural relics, such as Star Moon and King Kong walnuts, which can be seen everywhere here.

Renting a shop of one or two square meters is a merchant. In the entire market, there are probably thousands of merchants. The scene is very grand, and there are various inquiries and transactions everywhere. Compared with antique stalls, it is much more lively.

The third area of ​​Panjiayuan Fresh Goods Market is those merchants with shops. Along the entire market, there are shops. There are several rows of shops built in the middle of the isolation of antiques and street stalls. The merchants in these shops are the most powerful in the market.

It was like Wu Tianbao who had deceived the fat man. As soon as he entered the door of Panjiayuan, he rented two shops with a large area. He opened the two shops and operated the four treasures of calligraphy and paintings of the study. He could even see a lot of bronze ware and goods.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, after Fang Yi entered the fresh goods market, he walked towards the places where the street stalls were set up. This was exactly the opposite of Wu Tianbao’s store. It was unexpected that the fat man met the guy he didn’t want to see the least.

"Fang Yi, most of the fakes here are fakes, and there is nothing good..." Seeing Fang Yi looking at each stall and a stall, Hua Ziyi didn't say anything at first, but after more than an hour, he became a little impatient.

Fang Yi was squatting in front of a stall selling various bronze ware and chatting with the boss. He looked up and smiled and said, "Brother Hua, you have to be a little patient when you pick up a bargain on Taobao..."

"In such a place, do you still want to find a bargain?"

When Hua Ziyi heard Fang Yi's words, he felt a little amused. Why is Panjiayuan called the second-hand goods market instead of the antique market? The reason is that in this place, you can buy a few old goods with a history of decades, but it is basically impossible to find antiques.

Unlike even imitations in the 1980s, which were old items, the current antique market is basically full of modern imitations and counterfeits, all of which are flashy and insignificant.

So in Huaziyu's opinion, these places are more suitable than called antique markets, rather than called handicraft markets. Not to mention the old things on these street stalls, there are not many real things in the shops around.

Real antiques have long been hidden at home by antique merchants. Only after making an appointment with customers will they take out real objects at home, such as the bustling tourists in front of them, just joining in the fun to buy some souvenirs, and it is impossible to find a vacancy here at all.

People like Hua Ziyi and others who play antiques will have some gatherings regularly, and each person will take out the collections in their hands for everyone to enjoy. If someone is interested in something, they can discuss it, or barter or buy it with money. Real antique transactions are achieved on such occasions.

"Brother Hua, maybe you can get some good things..." Fang Yi smiled disapprovingly and said to the stall owner who was in his sixties: "Uncle, how do you sell this candlestick? Are there any explanations for this thing?"

What Fang Yi picked up was a bronze elephant-headed candlestick. The entire candlestick was about 30 cm high and hollow. At the base of the candlestick, there was a vivid elephant head, with elephant ears turned outward and elephant trunk raised, and the craftsmanship was very exquisite.

On the surface of the candlestick, it is covered with bronze rust spots. You can still see traces of the soil in some places. It always looks very much like an old thing with a heritage. Of course, at least, the elephant candlesticks sold on street stalls before the Han Dynasty will also give people a look at the fake ones.
Chapter completed!