As he said that, he took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, handed it in front of Mr. Zhao, and said, "This is a small gesture, please accept it. If it is convenient, can you tell me which means of transportation I should choose?" faster?"

Zhao Lao Si didn't want to talk to the old man at first, but when he saw the other party take out a hundred-yuan bill, his attitude immediately improved.

He smiled and took the hundred dollars out of Chang Sheng Bo's hands, and then said flatly: "The subway must be the fastest, but it's past ten o'clock, and the morning rush hour has passed. Now it's okay to take a taxi to the city." It's only half an hour, faster than the subway, since you don't need money, you should take a taxi."

"Okay!" Uncle Chang Sheng cupped his hands and said politely, "Then thank you, brother!"

"You're welcome." Zhao Laosi said, and stuffed the hundred-yuan bill into his pocket.

In his opinion, if he didn't put the money in his pocket quickly, maybe the old guy would ask him to go back.

At this moment, Chang Shengbo pointed to the jade wrench on his right thumb, and asked curiously: "Brother, I think your wrench is pretty good, how much is it worth?"

Zhao Lao Si is also a fan of antiques. Although he usually cheats and abducts most of them, he has some good eyesight, so he said casually: "This finger is from the Qing Dynasty. It's not too valuable, and it won't be too cheap. What's the market price?" It should also be worth RMB 10,000."

Chang Shengbo didn't have much research on antiques, so he asked him curiously, "What does Zhongwan mean?"

Zhao Laosi said: "Zhongwan is the middle ten thousand, and every ten thousand or twenty thousand around fifty thousand belongs to Zhongwan."

"Ouch." Uncle Chang Sheng said with a smile: "Seeing that you are so easy to say, brother, you must be in the antique business, right?"

"Yes." Zhao Laosi didn't hide anything, and said casually, "I've been doing antiques for more than ten or twenty years."

Chang Shengbo asked curiously: "Brother, since you are making antiques, why did you come to this airport to pick up people?"

Fourth Zhao frowned, looked Chang Shengbo up and down, and said, "Old man, you have a lot of questions. Don't you want to know how to get to the city as soon as possible? Then you should be in a hurry." .�

Chang Shengbo thumped in his heart, saying that he seemed to be talking too much, which aroused the other party's vigilance.

So he hurriedly said with an apologetic expression: "Oh, I'm so sorry. As this person gets old, he talks a lot. He wants to chat with everyone. Don't mind."

What Chang Shengbo didn't know was that what Zhao Laosi meant by saying this was actually to remind him that if he still wanted to ask other questions, he should give him some more money. Run out.

Therefore, Zhao Laosi smiled and said with deep meaning: "Old man, it doesn't matter if you talk a little more, the key is who you talk to and how you talk."

As he said that, he intentionally used his thumb and index finger wearing a jade wrench to make a gesture of counting money.

Uncle Chang Sheng came back to his senses, and cursed in his heart: "I'm so fucking blind, I think highly of you! If that's the case, I don't have to go around with you, I'll get right to the point!"

Immediately afterwards, he immediately took out a few more hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to Mr. Zhao, and said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, I am also very interested in antiques. When I saw the finger wrench in your hand, I felt very eye-catching." Yuan'er, I like you so much, I don't know if I can give up my love? We can talk about money!"

Zhao Laosi opened his eyes when he saw the money, and saw that the other party handed over several hundred yuan. He didn't care to look carefully at how many pieces there were, so he quickly withdrew the money, looked around miserably, and then said to Chang Shengbo: " Old man, to be honest, this finger pull is not something I can sell as soon as I say it, it is my elder brother's thing, it is for me to wear it, and it is for me to make a token when I come to pick up people at the airport."

"Token?" Uncle Chang Sheng frowned slightly.

It's not like he hasn't doubted why there is a magic weapon in the hands of an ordinary person.

If it was just a coincidence that this guy got it, and I bought it from him at a slightly higher price, then I was lucky.

However, this person said that this thing was a token given to him by others, which made Chang Shengbo a little vigilant.

So, he deliberately asked Zhao Laosi: "Brother, what is the explanation for this token? Can you tell me about it?"

Zhao Laosi took hundreds of dollars from Uncle Changsheng, so naturally he didn't dare to be too perfunctory, so he chuckled and said in a low voice: "My elder brother asked me to pick up Hong Kong businessmen here, and Hong Kong businessmen have always been in our antique circle. What�s more, there are some gray transactions that are not convenient to express to outsiders, just like secret agents passing information, there must be a token.�

As he said that, Zhao Laosi pointed to the signboard on which he received people, and said with a firm face: "I guess, the Chen Jiawei written on my signboard is a fake at all, and Hong Kong businessmen who come to buy cultural relics must not use it." Real name, so when the time comes, people will probably have to rely on the wrench in my hand to confirm whether I am in the family or not!" JrNovels.com