"Pack your things and prepare to go back.”Lin Hao said to Liu Yuwei.
The strong wind was mixed with moisture, and it was obvious that a storm was about to fall.
Liu Yuwei and Lin Hao moved very quickly. In a short while, they carried the gas tank, incubator, and everything else that could be taken away onto the tricycle.
As for the plastic tables and chairs, they could only be left in the stall. They were placed under the awning and tied to the steel pillars of the awning with ropes.
Even if it rained heavily and the pedestrian street was flooded, these plastic products would not be a big deal here. At least they would not be washed away by the water.
"Let's go!"
Lin Hao hopped off the bike and walked out of the pedestrian street.
"Brother Lin, Brother Lin…Wait a moment..."
Lin Hao was pedaling forward with all his might when he heard someone call out to him.
Lin Hao pressed the brakes and turned around. It was Old Han, who was selling antiques, waving at him.
"Old Han, it's going to rain soon. Why aren't you leaving yet? Aren't you afraid that your antique treasure will get wet here?”Lin Hao frowned and shouted.
Ten out of ten antiques sold by Old Han were fake, but even if they were fake antiques, they couldn't be exposed to the rain. If the color was ruined, who would be tricked?
"Thank you, Brother Lin. I saw that you know something about antiques last time. Besides, your handwriting is so good. You should know calligraphy, right?”
Old Han chuckled and ran to Lin Hao with a pile of scroll-like things in his arms.
"I know a little. What do you want, Old Han?"
Lin Hao replied indifferently.
The weather had changed drastically. If Old Han wasn't someone he knew, Lin Hao wouldn't have bothered with him.
Old Han was all smiles." Brother Lin, a friend of mine just happened to bring a few paintings here. Take a look at which one you can keep and which one you can't…"
As he spoke, Old Han pointed behind him. Under the canopy of his antique stall, there was an old man of similar age to Old Han. He was tiptoeing and looking over. He should be the friend Old Han mentioned.
Then, as if performing magic, Old Han pulled out a plastic sheet from his waist and spread it on his hand. Then, he carefully held the calligraphy in his hand with his palm.
"Old Han, I don't have the time to help you. It's probably going to rain soon. I'm in a hurry to go home!”
Lin Hao rolled his eyes and refused without thinking.
He and Old Han knew each other, but their relationship wasn't so good that they would help him look at these paintings at this time.
Moreover, he knew very well that the friend Old Han was talking about was just an antique dealer like him.
These so-called paintings must be fakes. Otherwise, they would have been taken away by those antique dealers long ago. They wouldn't have fallen into the hands of the lowest level antique dealers like Old Han.
In a situation like this, it was actually another antique dealer who had received a few fake paintings, but he was not sure if these fake paintings were good or bad, so he planned to sell them to Old Han in one go.
Old Han wanted this batch of calligraphy and paintings, but he was not good enough, so he asked Lin Hao to take a look.
It was Old Han's business to begin with. Lin Hao wouldn't get any benefits, so why would he help him?
Seeing that Lin Hao was about to leave, Old Han hurriedly said,"Brother Lin, don't go. Look at this painting. Take a few more glances…"
Old Han was quite thick-skinned. He waved the painting in front of Lin Hao.
Lin Hao frowned and was about to say something when his eyes inadvertently glanced at a painting in Old Han's hand. The words that were about to come out of his mouth were immediately swallowed back by him and he said,"Old Han, I can help you, but I won't work for nothing.”
Hearing that Lin Hao was willing to help him 'inspect the quality', Old Han was instantly overjoyed." As long as Brother Lin is willing to help me check the quality of this batch of paintings, Brother Lin can choose any of the paintings here!”
Old Han knew that Lin Hao's calligraphy was so good and he knew the art of antiques. He was definitely much better at reading calligraphy than he was.
Old Han wanted to buy this batch of goods from other dealers. With Lin Hao, who knew the industry, he would definitely make a profit. Moreover, Old Han knew better than anyone that the paintings in his hands were all imitations. The cost was not worth much at all. What was wrong with giving one to Lin Hao?
As long as Lin Hao was willing to help him check the quality of these paintings, it was definitely worth it for Lin Hao to take them away!
Lin Hao stopped the car after hearing Old Han's promise.
"Yuwei, I'll help Old Han take a look at the painting. It'll be done in a while.”
Lin Hao turned to Liu Yuwei and said.
Liu Yuwei burst out laughing."Lin Hao, I didn't expect you to become an appraiser? It just so happens that I can watch the show too!"
Lin Hao parked the car under the canopy of Old Han's stall and got off with Liu Yuwei.
Old Han hurriedly set up a table and placed a plastic sheet on it before opening the paintings.
The wind wasn't as strong as before, but Old Han still took out a paperweight and carefully pressed the four corners of each painting to prevent the wind from blowing them.
"Old Han, do you still not trust me? He even found someone who knows how to inspect the goods."
Old Han's peddler friend frowned.
"Damn it, I was tricked by you last time. How can I trust you?”
Old Han jumped up and down as he cursed. Liu Yuwei couldn't help but laugh.
These old foxes in the antique business were really ruthless enough to scam their own people. It seemed that Old Han had been scammed before, which was why he asked Lin Hao to help him check the quality of this batch of paintings.
When the seller heard Old Han's words, although he was a little dissatisfied, he only muttered a few words and did not say anything else.
Lin Hao, on the other hand, was carefully looking at the paintings on the table under the light from Old Han.
When Lin Hao appraised the paintings, he really had the demeanor of an expert on television. Sometimes, his brows were tightly knitted, and sometimes, they would relax. Sometimes, he would look at a corner of a painting for a long time before he revealed a sudden understanding.
"Ding! Antique appreciation proficiency 9!"
"Ding! Antique appreciation proficiency 13!"
Although Lin Hao had recently obtained the antique appraisal skill and could identify these paintings, the skill was only at the beginner level. It was very difficult to identify these paintings at the beginning.
However, as Lin Hao carefully appraised the antiques, his proficiency in antique appreciation also soared. More and more knowledge about antique calligraphy and painting surged into Lin Hao's mind as his proficiency increased, making Lin Hao more confident.
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