Chapter 41

"What do you say?"

"I told him a few days ago that I ruined a pair of bamboo painted by Zheng Banqiao!" Fatty Ma didn't care.

I finally know what this fat man means. Anyway, bragging can't be taxed.

"Have you finished?"

"It's still early, and there are still a lot of things you need to learn, such as smuggled goods? Do you know what it is?"

I shook my head.

Fatty Ma said, "Mis goods refer to the collection smuggled back from foreign countries. In fact, if we deal with foreigners, we call it a foreign village, and we call it this village when we do business with our own people. Let's put these aside for the time being. There are many internal stories in the antique market alone, such as laying eggs, making old, high imitation, old imitation, judging eyes, climbing mountains. They mean replicas, making new ones into old, making old and making good, and making old imitations before the Republic of China, and judging eyes means that they are not doing well, and climbing the mountain is The damaged antiques have been repaired.

I can't help but wonder in my heart. I'm really particular about it.

"These don't count. It means to barter things. Fighting is a barter. I don't say you know the sky-high price. There are also good goods and bad goods to sell together. In addition, it is to eat elixir. If you encounter such good things as eating elixir, you will be lucky. Buying high-priced things at a low price is the first time of the day. Business, and the unfortunate loophole is to sell high-priced things at a low price.

Fat Ma seems to be a teacher at this time, answering my questions.

"Well, that's about it. The rest will teach you in actual combat next time."

I answered, and my mind was still thinking about what Fatty Ma said.

At this time, it was almost time for lunch. The follower Fatty Ma came to a restaurant. The business of this restaurant was very hot, and the upstairs and downstairs were full of people.

As soon as Fatty Ma entered the door, the clerk came forward and said, "Master Ma, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Call your shopkeeper," the fat man said generously.

The clerk answered, and soon a middle-aged man came over and greeted Fatty Ma attentively, leading us to a box.

"Where has Master Ma made a fortune recently?"

"Where, Shopkeeper Li, I still know that it's just fooling around."

Shopkeeper Li's smiling eyes narrowed into a seam: "Master Ma is still so modest. What do you want to eat today?"

"The same," Fatty Ma left this sentence, and the shopkeeper Li retreated.

I have been to Changsha several times, and I have been here for some days, but Fatty Ma has never brought me to this restaurant for dinner.

"Fat, it seems that you are a regular customer of this store."

"Yes, this restaurant is old Hunan cuisine, and the chef is very good." With that, Fatty Ma handed me and the clay figurine a cigarette respectively.

The clay fig man waved his hand and said that he was going to quit smoking.

Fat Ma was not reluctant and stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette box.

"Actually, there is a reason why I brought you to this store."

When I heard this sentence, the clay figurine and I were spirited at the same time, "What's the reason?" The clay figurine asked.

"This store is a time-honored brand, and his * boss is also in our industry, but this person no longer went to the ground in person and bought the Mingqi, that is, I just told you about this Zhuang. He has a great reputation in the industry. No matter which way your weapon comes from, he dares to ask for it. The key is that you have good things. As long as your things are good, there is nothing he can't afford.

said, Fatty Ma staring at us.

"What are you looking at," I said unnaturally.

Fat Ma sighed slightly: "Old Sun, clay figurine, Fat Master really regards you as brothers, even more than his own brothers. Today, I'm going to hand it over to you. When you two call out all your bright weapons, we will divide them again."

"Get out of here..."

Fat Ma stopped smiling face. At this time, the dish was also served. Hunan people like spicy food, which is the kind of spicy food that can be spicy to the bone. When the dish is served, the spicy taste is a little pungent.

Fat Ma was happy and smelled hard. The dishes were quickly served. At this time, Manager Li pushed the door and whispered a few words in Fatty Ma's ear. Fatty Ma's face changed.

After Mr. Li closed the door, Fatty Ma's face returned to normal.

I don't think he looks right: "What's wrong?"

"The old man is coming to see me, my mother. Last time he took such a big advantage, this time he came again," Fatty Ma said angrily.

"Who is the old devil? Why didn't you mention him," I asked doubtfully.

"The old ghost is my old match, mother, who often competes for business with me."

"No matter who it is, as long as it bullies us, turn him over," the clay figurine said disdainfully.

"If you have a buddy, you have to punish him later," Ma Fatty ** smiled.

"Eat the food first, or it will be cold," the fat man reminded.

I picked up my chopsticks and picked up vegetables to eat. Suddenly, the spicy taste went straight into my bone marrow. I picked up the tea and drank it.

Fat Ma and the clay figurine made fun of me.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open and walked into a gray-haired and a pair of presbyopic glasses. The meat on his face was wrinkled because of laughter, wearing a black robe and a green agate finger on his thumb.

Master Ma's cry made people shiver all over. No one greeted him and sat next to Fatty Ma.

"Don't be so intimate. I don't know you well."

"Master Ma, it's chilling my heart to say that. I think we grew up in a pair of trousers."

"Get out of here..."

The old ghost ignored the fat man and turned to me and the clay man and said, "Two masters, which road is it?"

"Old ghost, when can you change your temper!"

"I can't change it. I rely on this industry to make a living. As the saying goes, people move to live, trees move to death, and face can't be eaten as food."

Fat Ma was stunned and couldn't speak.

To say that Fatty Ma has always refused to suffer losses and argued with Xiaonan in the mausoleum because Xiaonan is young and Fatty Ma can't pull his face to quarrel.

For others, Fatty Ma has always been killing. At this time, this situation is really rare and a good play. I'm waiting for Fatty Ma to follow.

But before Fatty Ma could speak, the old ghost picked it up again: "I'm not as good as Master Ma. There is always a great opportunity to go south and north. I will pick up leaks and shovel the ground. Occasionally, if I can eat a fairy elixir, I can wake up happily at night."

"What's the matter, just say it?" Fat Ma doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Master Ma, I heard that you have gained a lot when you came back this time. Can you open your eyes?"

Fatty Ma's eyes rolled a few times and said, "Old man, which nonsense do you hear?"

"The old ghost laughed a few times. Master Ma, don't go around with me. I can't even get a mouthful of food recently, and I still expect you to give me a mouthful of food."

"If you don't give me this, you won't have anything to eat. I won't talk about it last time."

"Master Ma is right, yes, let the past things pass, and it doesn't mean anything."

"I haven't been playing raw recently. You can find someone else."

The old ghost was not angry, but still smiled: "These two masters are..."

"You don't care," Fatty Ma said rudely.

As the saying goes, if you reach out and don't hit the smiling face, others will call you master, and I can't stop talking. Otherwise, I stood up and said, "He and I are both distant relatives of the fat man."

The clay figurine sat and said nothing.

The old ghost did not retreat and said to the mud man: "I think this master is extraordinary. It seems that he is not an ordinary person!"

The clay figurine didn't even raise his eyelids, and obviously he didn't like this person.

The old man fell in love with his cold buttocks, and there was a trace of embarrassment on his face, but it soon stopped.

I replied on behalf of the clay figurine, "Don't be surprised. My brother doesn't like to talk."

The old man immediately laughed. Then I stopped lingering and retreated. I stared in the direction he left.

"I'll take care of him sooner or later," Fatty Ma said angrily.

Fat Ma said, "Don't look at it. Let's eat. It's really unlucky."

"Is he here to chat with you? Your relationship is not this far!"

My words reminded Fatty Ma. Lao Sun, if you don't say it, I'm almost careless. This boy must have come to explore my bottom. Fatty Ma's tone slowed down: "Lao Sun, didn't I show anything just now?"

"I don't know," I replied.

Fat Ma is short of breath: "I can't control so much. You can make trouble after a meal."

"Come on, old grandson, clay figurines eat vegetables."

After three rounds of wine, we returned to Ma Fatty's shop.

At dawn, after breakfast, someone came to the door and sent a message saying that Master Wu was looking for it.

Fat Ma scolded bad luck, and then greeted the 18th generation of the old ghost ancestors. He simply cleaned himself up, and Ma Pangzi went out.

It was not until the afternoon that Fatty Ma came back: "When he entered the door, he broke the door and scolded. What is it? He really treats himself as a green onion."

I saw the rise of Fatty Ma's scolding, and I didn't ask the reason.

"Is his mother still alive*? If you dare to criticize me, my fat master won't eat this trick.

I'm still silent with the clay figurine.

Fat Ma said for a few minutes and felt boring. He shouted at me and the clay figurine, "You two are talking!"

"What did you say?" I asked.

Fat Ma was speechless for a moment: "Even if you don't know what to say, just comfort the fat master."

"Fat, don't be pretentious. If you don't accept it, don't go home and scold them face to face, you are a good man," the clay man said in a sarcastic tone.

Fat Ma's face immediately collapsed: "Forget it, I still want to hang out for a few more years!"

I saw that Fatty Ma was so low-ly, not like his style, so I asked, "What did they say about you?"

"It must be the old bastard who was stirring up trouble, saying that I didn't have the goods and broke the rules. Damn, who doesn't know what to do in our industry? Who can take out good things and raise them.

I was confused and didn't quite understand: "Is there any organization in our industry?"

Fat Ma sighed: "Lao Sun, don't tell me, you really have a job in our industry. I was also crazy before I entered this evil door."

Fat Ma beat his chest and paused his feet and regretted: "Forget talking about these things. I'll take you to Changsha in the afternoon. I've been here so many times, and I haven't had a good time."

Fat Ma didn't say anything, and I didn't ask any more.