The shop assistant really didn't expect that what the customer in front of him was actually such a small thing?!

It looks like a painting, but... it's the first time I've seen a painting that is as big as a palm!

And then again, just a painting of this small size is not much expensive.

However, the good quality of the shop assistant makes him silent, but the action he picks up is a bit careless.

"Oh, be careful, don't tear it..." Bu Fan really acted like a treasure.

However, the shopkeeper saw through it at a glance. Why didn’t you be careful when you took it out just now? You just put it in your arms. You are really so happy...

However, as soon as the palm touched, the shop assistant's hand suddenly froze slightly!

The people in this pawn shop have been exposed to various valuable and unworthy items, especially relatively expensive things, and have long since given instructions.

The "painting" in front of me is really unique! The slightly frosted feeling will make people feel comfortable and at ease when they are tentacles.

"It's strange..."

The shop clerk muttered in a daze, gently held it in his hand, and carefully observed it.

After looking closely, I was even more surprised and screamed. The surface was quiet and there was no turbulence. This was a master.

The feeling of exploring when you start is actually consistent with the images in the painting!

Not only that, you can see that an image can even change color after slightly deflecting...

Discoloration?

What a good baby!!!

"Well..." The shop clerk pondered for Bu Fan, "It's a good painting, it's worth a few taels of silver..."

"Ha~ How many taels?" Bufan couldn't help but laugh. Are you afraid that you hadn't read novels because you weren't bullying me?

Shaking his head, Bufan was not annoyed. After all, he was just a small character, so it doesn’t matter if he didn’t have a vision. “This is not something you can do, so please ask your master to come.”

"Okay, please put it away and wait, I'll invite someone now!"

First, he opened the lock door on the side, led Bufan to sit on the chair next to him, and put a pot of tea on it, then he quickly walked to the backyard.

Bufan looked at the back of the shopkeeper who left, and was slightly worried: Are there all the novels lying? Is the RMB no longer delicious?

At this time, the shop assistant hurried to a side room and whispered to the master.

An old man's voice came from inside, "Zhuzi, what's going on in front?"

"Master, I'm here to make a big deal! A great thing..."

Scream-

The door opened, and a thin old man with a goatee-bearded and coquettish hat walked out, saying with disgust, "Look at your hurrying look... I told you a long time ago that you must be calm and don't put any thoughts on your face when you are in our industry!

I see, if you keep doing this, this store will sooner or later fall into your hands!"

"Yes, what you taught me is, but..." The shop assistant couldn't help but mutter again, "This time, it's such a good baby. A painting is not big, just the size of a palm..."

"Ah!" The thin old man was about to get angry, "The size of a palm? How expensive is it? You are so worried about it, you are sincerely urging me to play..."

"Oh my dear, please listen to me~" The shop clerk didn't care. He left for fear of slowing down. "How dare I spend time with you? This painting is really not simple. The people on it are the same as the real one, and they feel very touched, and some can change color..."

"The painting is the same as a real person?"

"ah!"

“It’s also very touching?”

"Yeah!"

"Will it change color?"

"It's really true!"

The thin old man suddenly lifted his robe, raised his legs and ran away, "You little brat, didn't you say that you talk to me so much, I'll see this store hit you sooner or later!"

Shop guy:...

Just after running for a few steps, the old man suddenly stopped again, turned around suddenly, and almost put his face on the shop assistant's chest.

"Oh, what's wrong with this?"

"Why did you tell that distinguished guest just now? Have you raised the price?"

The shop clerk scratched his head, "How dare I say this casually? I can't be sure, so I just said it, it's worth a few taels of silver... Do you think it's okay?"

This time the old man stroked his beard and did not answer, "As you say so... go ahead and take a look!"

……………………

Bufan held a tea bowl, and this was the first time he used this to drink tea. He made three pieces of top, middle and bottom into one set. He had watched it on TV, but he really never used it.

Holding it in your hand, I felt a little unsteady. I carefully pinched the lid of the cup, and then scraped the floating tea leaves as I saw on TV, shaved it~

Pooh!

Hot mouth!

How should I drink tea so that I can act like drinking it often? Bufan was still quite anxious.

This scene was seen by the old man and the shop assistant who came over. The old man secretly pointed at Bufan and whispered to the shop assistant beside him,

"This man can take out that kind of strange painting, but he can't even take the most ordinary tea bowl... I have only seen it in Gentiles. And he is dressed strangely and extraordinaryly, and he is just talking smoothly in Central Plains. Then I guess he must be a Gentile noble!"

The shop clerk quickly showed a look of admiration, "You are so amazing, you can see that you are so young that you are so impressed..."

"Don't be poor, you have more to learn!"

Seeing that the master came out, Bufan quickly put down the teacup and stood up. This is the minimum politeness, not~

The thin old man reached out politely and asked Bu Fan to sit down. Bu Fan nodded, feeling that he had to be polite, so he also reached out to "please" him like the old man.

In the eyes of the old man, he even confirmed his guess.

Be kind to the point, the old man carefully looked at the precious painting of five dollar banknotes.

Let’s take a look at the front and back. The characters and landscapes above are really like real people, and are more real than you imagined!

Then when I touched it, the sense of layering really touched the soul. This painting can still be like carving? I have gained some experience!

Finally, with my guidance, I shook against the light. Oh, it really changed my color!!!

I was surprised and shouted, and the surface was quiet and uninterrupted. This is really a master.

Bufan looked at the expressionless old man and the shop assistant, and was even more worried. Isn’t it really not good?

After the old man put down the five dollars, Youyou said, "How do you want to be a guest officer?"

"How to act? Just pretend to be this..." Bu Fan was a little confused. Didn't he just act as a thing? He could still be divided into four, five or six?

"This is a thing, a life and a death, you have to explain it clearly to the guest.

What about living means that you can redeem yourself when you have money in the future; and living death is a one-time transaction, even if you sell it to us!"

"Which one is more cost-effective?" Bu Fan was also a fool.

"Do you have to be more money." The shop guy said hurriedly.

"Then let's be silly!" Bufan was not pretentious. Isn't it just five dollars? It seems that no one can take it out.

"Okay, you have to talk to the guest. This painting is unique, but..."

The old man changed his voice and Bufan knew the point was coming.

Grandma said that it doesn’t matter what other people say beautiful things, only the last “but” is the most real!

"Your painting is so small. Who would hang such a small thing on the wall of your home? Even if you hang it, it probably won't be able to see anyone..."

"And the preserved one is too rough. Look at the crease and the burrs... Oh, there are so many oil marks!"

Bufan felt a headache when he heard this. He felt like buying vegetables in the vegetable market. He quickly waved his hand, "Dede, this master, you can rest for a while. Just shout the price directly. If you can, we can trade. If you can't, we can't make a deal. If you can't make a deal, we can't make a deal. How about it?"

"You are so happy, then you can speak first!" The thin old man waved his hand with a bold and bold wave.

"Hmm?" Bu Fan was slightly stunned. Shouldn't it be you who gave the price?

Doesn’t this old man know how to give the price? Then I will be free to play!

"One hundred taels!" Bu Fan smiled and said.

I am not afraid of calling out a lot of money, asking for a lot of money, and paying it back on the ground.

"Well...one or two!" The old man was also stable, his voice was neither anxious nor slow nor high nor low, and he also faced it with a smile.

"Ahem, how much?"

This old man is not a good person. He is not a good person. He is not a place to pay back the money. He is obviously a killing of everything!

"One or two."

"You don't look like a bargaining... Eighty taels!" Bufan gritted his teeth.

"One or two."

"You're going to rise a lot... Is it okay to have fifty taels?"
To be continued...