"Goodbye, brother Yu." Gu Qingqing tried her best to show a sweet smile to Shen Yu, then turned and walked towards the Mercedes-Benz taxi.

After taking a few steps, Gu Qingqing turned around again. At this time, her eyes were already red.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I tried hard not to let them flow out, but in the end I couldn't help but slowly drip down my cheeks.

Seeing Gu Qingqing crying, Shen Yu felt very uncomfortable.

He is not a fool. All Gu Qingqing's expressions and movements are a manifestation of his reluctance to leave him.

"Hey, I still underestimate my position in Qingqing's heart." Shen Yu sighed heavily.

Taking a few steps forward, Shen Yu took out the handkerchief from his trouser pocket and carefully wiped away the tears on Gu Qingqing's face. At the same time, he said softly: "Silly girl, it's not a separation of life and death, why are you crying? I will go to Dongjiang when I have time. Look at you."

Gu Qingqing said with a sob: "Brother Yu, you are so good, maybe you can bring your girlfriend with you next time you come to Dongjiang to see me."

"Is it because of this?" Shen Yu asked pretending to be annoyed.

"Yeah." Gu Qingqing nodded seriously.

"Isn't this simple? If I want to find a girlfriend, I'll report it to you first, Qingqing. If you agree, I'll look for her. If you don't agree, I won't look for her." Shen Yu folded his handkerchief. , and put it into his trouser pocket.

"Really?" Gu Qingqing couldn't believe it.

Shen Yu's face was serious and serious: "Of course, I won't look for you if you don't agree. Anyway, Miss Qingqing has a lot of money, and I'm not afraid of running out of places to eat. Okay, should you be happy now?"

Phew!

Gu Qingqing finally burst into laughter.

"It's time for you to get in the car, young lady. The second young master said that he has something to say to you at the hotel at four o'clock in the afternoon." The female bodyguard opened the rear door of the Mercedes-Benz and reminded.

Gu Qingqing got into the car. Although she was still a little reluctant, she already had a smile on her face.

It wasn't until Gu Qingqing's Mercedes-Benz was no longer in sight that Shen Yu let out a heavy breath. He had been tired for a day, and now he just wanted to go home and sleep.

But he couldn't go home yet, because there was a customer who made an appointment to buy a mutton-fat jade bracelet at six o'clock in the evening, and he had to wait in the store.

After stretching, Shen Yu cheered up and walked quickly towards Chuzhou Antique City.

……

Ten minutes after Shen Yu and Gu Qingqing left one after another, a thin middle-aged man in his forties with an ordinary appearance hurried into Bogutang.

He did not say hello to Liu Dongyang, who was sitting behind the red lacquer writing desk, but walked quickly towards the ancient shelf where the small pastel bowl with twigs and melons bought by Shen Yu was placed.

When he saw that the shelves were empty with only a trace of a bowl left, his face suddenly turned pale, and his arms even trembled slightly.

"Mr. Liu, has that small pastel bowl I put here been sold?" The thin middle-aged man quickly walked up to Liu Dongyang again, his black and white eyes staring closely at Liu Dongyang, how much he hoped to be in the other person's mouth Get the answer he hopes for.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. Liu Dongyang smiled happily: "Oh, Fengxiao, you came just in time. Your small bowl was just bought. I will give you the money now. The other party paid in cash. You are just in time." Take it away."

The thin middle-aged man tried to adjust his tone: "I wonder how much it sold?"

"Thirty thousand."

The thin middle-aged man's mouth moved, but he did not speak.

Liu Dongyang has been in the antique business all his life, and he instantly came to a conclusion from the expressions and movements of the thin middle-aged man named Fengxiao, that the small pastel bowl was probably sold cheaply.

"Leaked the treasure?"

"Absolutely." The thin middle-aged man forced a smile.

Liu Dongyang frowned: "Impossible. Even though the pastel bowls from Jiaqing Kiln are well made, they are only at this price."

The thin middle-aged man sighed: "It's not a folk kiln, but an authentic Jiaqing official kiln with a pastel melon bowl.

"That was the money my old man changed using a special technique. I only found out about it half an hour ago. I saw it in a diary left by his old man. He was afraid of me... Hey, I won't mention it anymore. Just sell it!"

"What?" Liu Dongyang stood up on the Grand Master's chair.

He looked at the direction Shen Yu was leaving, with an expression on his face that was extremely surprised at first, but then turned into surprise in an instant, the kind of surprise that felt like winning a five million lottery ticket.

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