Chapter 175

"Cough..." Ye Fan coughed twice and made a wink at the painter. The meaning was obvious.

After all, he still likes to keep a low profile.

I don't want a little achievement to be sought after by people. What's more, in Yunhai City, a place where I'm not familiar with my life, my title can also be used as the last card.

Seeing this, the painter had to close his mouth, but his eyes were very unwilling.

"What are you fighting for?" The fat man was listening with great interest. Suddenly, he was interrupted by this, and his curiosity surged up in an instant.

"War wolf, hey hey, you should have seen that movie. I'm better than the war wolf in it."

Ye Fan grinned and pulled it off for a reason.

"Lying trough, are you really as powerful as a war wolf?" The fat man couldn't help looking at Ye Fan again, and then said, "OK, for your sake of the war wolf, what fart dragon, fire dragon, water dragon, I'm offended."

With that, he stepped on the accelerator and left smartly.

After driving for half an hour, the car stopped at the door of a villa.

The villa is very luxurious. There are stone roads on both sides, black and white, which are very beautiful. In the middle is a red blanket, which leads to the gate from the gate of the yard.

"Fat man, this villa needs at least millions." After getting out of the car, the painter couldn't help but exclaim, looking at him wantonly with a pair of eyes.

The face was full of envy and excitement.

Ye Fan is very calm, not bragging. Although the villa is very exaggerated, its security is too low. As long as someone wants to kill the fat man, there are the best sniping positions everywhere, whether in the surrounding streets or the small street opposite.

Moreover, the scale of the villa is not very large.

In his impression, he ranked about 200th in the death row. However, he has seen villas like castles and dreamy sky gardens. Basically, only they can't think of, and there is nothing they can't see.

"Hey, hey, fat brother, I'm awesome. Anyway, you have nothing to do now. Wait a minute, go to the antique market with me and meet me." The fat man smiled and said proudly to them.

"Good!" The painter nodded, showing an interest in his eyes, then looked at Ye Fan and asked, "wait a minute, do you want to go?"

"Yes!"

Ye Fan nodded faintly.

After the three entered the villa, the fat man arranged a room for Ye Fan and the painter, and gave them the door key. Then the three watched a movie in the living room for a while, and the fat man was ready to go to the antique market.

The so-called antique market is actually a small street, hidden among high-rise buildings. It is very lively. There are many novel things around, such as tea pots for drinking water, fire red crutches, and even the night pots used by ancient people.

It is very lively and wonderful.

"Hey, boss, how do you sell it?" The fat man didn't take a few steps. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a porcelain vase on the surrounding stall and said with interest.

"The guest has good eyesight." When the boss saw someone asking, he immediately picked up the porcelain vase and said with a smile: "this is porcelain from the Tang Dynasty. It's a conservative year, 100 years. According to the market, 500000 is enough."

"Half a million?"

Ye Fan sneered and looked at the vase with great disdain.

The boss is obviously a fool.

This vase belongs to high imitation, and the cost price is up to 50000. As a result, it has been sold for ten times, which is a huge profit.

"Yes, guest, are you interested?" The boss nodded and looked at Ye Fan with a smile.

At this time, a middle-aged man suddenly came over. He took a fancy to the vase at a glance and said excitedly, "isn't this porcelain of the Tang Dynasty, the luster, the feel and the texture? Boss, I'll buy it for a million."

"What, a million?" Hearing the middle-aged man's offer, the fat man couldn't hold his breath. With greedy light in his eyes, he hurriedly said, "I liked this vase first. You can't sell it to him."

"This..." the boss looked at them in embarrassment. He was holding a vase in his hand. He didn't know who to sell it to, but there was a smile on his mouth.

"Boss, I pay a million, which is higher than him. I have to buy it." The middle-aged man seemed to cherish the vase very much. Seeing that the boss hesitated, he directly and forthrightly took out a pile of money and put it in front of the stall.

"No, boss. I'll pay 800000 yuan. I like it first. I have to buy it." The fat man was unwilling to show weakness. Seeing that the middle-aged man was so decisive, he was in a hurry and kept urging him to.

Seeing this, the boss flashed a cunning light in his eyes, and then shook his head at the middle-aged man with regret: "well, you know the rules of the market, first come, first served. I can only sell this porcelain to this little brother."

"Ah!" The middle-aged man sighed with regret, picked up the money and left the booth.

Seeing this, the fat man thought he had picked up a big bargain. His hand had reached into his pocket and was ready to take the money.

Suddenly, a hand was pinched on the fat man's arm. His strength was a little big. His hand hurt. He looked at Ye Fan with a puzzled face: "what's the matter?"

"Don't buy it. It's a game."

Ye Fan winked at the fat man and said seriously.

He had already seen that the middle-aged man was a trust. He had been wandering around the neighborhood before. When he saw someone coming to the boss's shop for advice, he immediately showed a fire. He said that the vase was very valuable.

In fact, the vase died about 50000.

And what they kill is a rich man like a fat man who has no eyes.

"Young man, do you still buy it? If you don't buy it again, I'll sell the vase to the person before." When the boss saw the fat man's suddenly stopped arm, he frowned and hurried.

"This..."

The fat man bit his lips and was in a dilemma. His intuition told him that the vase was very valuable and could make himself at least 200000.

But the painter's good friend warned himself not to buy, saying it was a game.

For a time, he was also a little silly. One was a good friend of his good friend, and the other was a boss he didn't know.

According to the normal principle, he should believe in the good friends of his good friends. However, the middle-aged man looks very sophisticated at first sight. He doesn't want to lose this opportunity to make money.

"Young man, I think you are so insincere, forget it!" When the boss saw that the fat man was still dawdling, his face suddenly shrugged down and took back the porcelain with an unhappy face.

"It's all right. Let's go to the next one." Ye Fan pretended to be concerned, patted the fat man on the shoulder, took his hand and was ready to leave.

But when the boss saw this scene, he was in a hurry. He hurried over and said, "young man, I think you have a good relationship with this vase. In this way, bite your teeth and sell it to you for 300000. This is the lowest price. We really can't reduce it any more.

"Thirty thousand!"

The fat man didn't speak, but ye fan turned around and said to the boss with a faint look.

"What, 30000?" The boss's face suddenly changed and looked miserable: "even if you take my head, it's not worth the money."