Wang Lang put down his pen, "It's pretty good, I know Wang Chaoxi."

"A child prodigy in the calligraphy world more than ten years ago was able to write words that Song Buwen could only write at the age of twelve. He had already figured out the threshold for revealing artistic conception between the lines." Sun Lingling's face was full of fascination.

"It's just that he died young and died in his teens." Sun Lingling said again.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "Damn, there are all things you say."

"Are you really Wang Chaoxi?" Sun Lingling stared at Wang Lang in disbelief.

"Believe it or not." Wang Lang found a place to sit down, looked around for a week, but did not find any antiques, except calligraphy and paintings, which shows how much Sun Lingling loves calligraphy and paintings.

"Ask you something." Wang Lang suddenly spoke.

Sun Lingling, who lowered her head to pack up her things and was about to frame her characters, turned around and asked, "What are you asking?"

"Do you know a reliable friend who resells antique business?" Wang Lang asked.

Sun Lingling hesitated for a moment, "Why are you asking this?"

Wang Lang laughed, "I'll give you a good thing when I want it."

Sun Lingling gave Wang Lang a blank look and wanted to say she didn't know him, but in the end she spoke with Wang Lang behind her back, "My brother knows him, he comes here at noon, you can ask him."

"become."

After waiting for Sun Lingling to pack up everything and hang up the words, Sun Lingling frowned, "Why don't I want to give it to you, Wang Lang, why don't you write another one?"

"Go to play with me." Wang Lang turned around proudly and left.

Sun Lingling was left alone in the study and gritted her teeth.

Wu's mother had already prepared the meal and was serving it to the table. Wang Lang went to wash his hands and helped him serve the dishes. While he was working, Sun Zhen came back.

"What wind blows Brother Wang Lang today?" Sun Zhen said with a hearty smile.

Wang Lang grinned, "Brother Zhen is back, come to ask you something."

"Ask, why are you and I polite?" Sun Zhen changed his shoes.

"Do you know a friend who is in the antique business? I want to buy an antique and give it to someone." Wang Lang said straight to the point.

Sun Zhen paused, "I know, what kind of thing do you want to buy?"

"People must be reliable, don't use fakes, they can celebrate their birthdays." Wang Lang said.

"I know, when do you want it?" Sun Zhen asked.

"Today is the best, tomorrow is the latest." Wang Lang said again.

"Time is a little tight, I'll ask you now." Sun Zhen said, and he did what he said, and immediately called to ask someone.

While having dinner, Sun Zhen patted Wang Lang on the shoulder, "I asked him, I interviewed in the afternoon. He didn't say anything, but it was definitely not bad. This person is a friend I met a long time ago and never made fakes."

After dinner, the two drove to a designated teahouse.

After going upstairs, Wang Lang saw a fat man sitting with his back facing the stairs from afar, with a Mediterranean above his head, flip flops, a suit with his shoulders and black legs.

It looks strange and familiar.

Sun Zhen walked over and patted the man on the shoulder, "Old Huang, long time no see."

The man had a toothpick in his mouth, "No, sit down, what about the friends you brought with him."

Wang Lang sat down, but the man stood up.

"Black...Black Dragon King?"

"Sit, don't be polite." Wang Lang smiled at Huang Feishi.

Huang Feishi sat down, "Why are you here?"

"This is not from anyone, why can't I come?" Wang Lang quipped.

Huang Feishi grinned, "So you want antiques, you'd have to say it a long time ago."

"You know each other?" Sun Zhen asked curiously.

Huang Feishu nodded, "I have known each other for many years."

Sun Zhen looked at Wang Lang, "Don't look at me, I don't have his contact information, and I didn't expect to meet him."

"Since that's the case, everything is easy to say. I don't need to make a bridge and connect. I have some urgent matters. Let's talk, I'll leave first." Sun Zhen stood up and said.

Watching Sun Zhen leave.

"What do you want?" Huang Feishu asked.

"I used to celebrate an old man's birthday, and I prefer antique calligraphy and painting." Wang Lang took out his ears.

Huang Feishu took out his cell phone from his pocket, opened the album, and handed it to Wang Lang, "Pick it up and take which one you want."

"What should I do?" Wang Lang stared at more than a dozen photos, all of which were antiques and various things.

Huang Feishi's fat face shook, "The Black Dragon King is really good at joking."

"I don't want anything brought from the ground to celebrate my birthday and give me something brought from the ground to the ground, which is bad luck." Wang Lang said.

Huang Fei Rat tied his cell phone and pointed to a picture, "That's the only one. The others are all underground."

"What's this?" Wang Lang stared at the two dark green hemispherical stones on the screen.

"Night Pearl." Huang Feishi said.

"It's up." Wang Lang said.

"Is it interesting for me to lie to you? This is something I got after I was accidentally thinking. The Qing Dynasty fell. A palace maid brought it out of the palace and kept hiding it in her pillow. One day later, she discovered that it took me. It took me a lot of time and a lot of effort to get one of them." Huang Feimao fiddled with her hair, intending to cover the Mediterranean with long hair on both sides.

"How much is it? I'll ask for it." Wang Lang said.

Huang Fei Rat looked at Wang Lang with a meaningful smile, "Black Dragon King, talking about money hurts feelings."

"I'm not short of money, I don't hurt my feelings." Wang Lang waved his hand indifferently.

The fat meat on Huang Feimao's face shook and said dryly, "Don't be naughty, the Black Dragon King."

"Stop giving me this set. How can I not know what you are trying to fight?" Wang Lang stood with his legs crossed his head and slanted to the yellow fat rat.

Huang Feishi was a little embarrassed, "I really have something to ask the Black Dragon King."

"Discussing things hurts feelings, talking about money, I have money, but I have money, talking about money won't hurt feelings." Wang Lang said.

The fat meat on the yellow fat rat's face shook violently.

"Dragon King, don't do this. At least everyone has known friends for so many years." Huang Feishu said, his voice a little pitiful.

"Stop, Huang Fei Rat, please stop me from doing anything that is not available." Wang Lang raised his hand to stop Huang Fei Rat, "Ye Mingzhu, you offer a price, I'll buy it, and the others are free of negotiation."

Huang Feishi hesitated for a moment, "Dragon King, I'd better tell you something. I was going to tell you last time, but you were in a hurry to leave. I didn't have time to tell you, can you accompany us to Black City in October?"

“No talk.”

"Maybe there are clues about your master's disappearance back then."

Wang Lang just smiled at the Huang Fei Rat.

Huang Feishi was uncomfortable all over, just like standing outside in a cold day for a cold shower.

"I want to come and lie to me again, right?" Wang Lang sneered.

Huang Feishu smiled awkwardly, "Actually, the leader of the Longmen Sect went to several places before he disappeared, but after he went there, he disappeared. Guyuan City is one, and Black City is one of them. Black Dragon King, we will set off in October. It's okay if you don't go, I'll give you the Night Pearl."

"Is it right?"
Chapter completed!