Hearing Ming Wuxiang's joke, Li Jiahua rolled his eyes speechlessly, and complained: "Master Dao, do you think two beds can fit us three big men?"
"Why not? Push two beds together, so that three people can sleep in this way." Ming Wuxiang spread his hands, and the proposal he gave was very irresponsible.
"Then when I woke up the next day, I found that the one in the middle was crushed?" Li Jiahua complained about Ming Wuxiang, not bothering to continue such a boring topic with Ming Wuxiang, "I smell breakfast. Hey, Yixing Dongzi, how could you do it first!"
You don't need to smell it at all, as long as you are not blind, you can see the plastic bags that Ming Wuxiang and Gu Tang are carrying. While Li Jiahua was busy complaining to Ming Wuxiang, Yi Xing and Dong Zhiming had already started talking.
"Seeing that you are busy talking to Master Dao, how dare we bother you, so we ate first." Yi Xing, with an egg tart in his mouth, was able to speak so neatly, and he really admired him.
As for Dong Zhiming, he looked up at the yelling Li Jiahua, and continued to lower his head to take out a bowl of very fragrant seafood porridge from the plastic bag.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing. As for Li Jiahua's yelling, isn't Yi Xing taking care of it. I don't know if it's because those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Dong Zhiming, who originally only read sage books, has also been infected with a black-bellied personality.
"Fuck, you still mean to say! Put down the golden sand buns!" Li Jiahua really likes this kind of buns filled with salted egg yolk. Seeing that Yi Xing has already eaten two, he plans to continue. There are four buns in a basket. A bun is the size of a plum, not enough to fill your stomach.
Ming Wuxiang saw that Yi Xing and Li Jiahua had a quarrel, and couldn't be quiet even after breakfast, Ming Wu was very speechless, but he still asked them to stop arguing.
"Okay, there's still something to do later, you guys have breakfast, don't make trouble."
Yi Xing and Li Jiahua, who were scrambling for food, turned their heads to look at Ming Wuxiang in doubt, and it was Yi Xing who spoke, "Master Dao, the summer auction doesn't start until eleven o'clock, isn't it still early?"
Although Yi Xing forgot to ask about the limited number of people in the invitation letter, he still remembered the starting time.
"The auction starts at eleven o'clock, but we also have activities before eleven o'clock."
"Is there an event?" Hearing Ming Wuxiang's words, not to mention Yixing, even Li Jiahua and Dong Zhiming were stunned. They didn't know there was an event
Ming Wuxiang saw the bewildered faces of his friends, thought about it, but it seems that he really didn't mention it to his friends.
Well, although it was his fault, Ming Wuxiang still looked calm on the surface, and said: "The summer auction is held at Nanling Auction House on Wangfu Road, don't you want to stop by Wenhua Street next to Wangfu Road?" Do you want to see it?"
When Ming Wuxiang mentioned Wenhua Street, apart from Dong Zhiming, Yi Xing and Li Jiahua's eyes lit up.
Wenhua Street, the name makes it easy for outsiders to misunderstand that this is a place to buy books and the like. Although it is true that these are also sold, the most attractive thing about Wenhua Street is the various suspected antique goods inside!
Why is it suspicious, because there are more man-made 'antiques' inside. But don't look at the many fakes, but for a period of time, there will be news from Wenhua Street that someone has picked them up, so there are always many customers lingering in Wenhua Street.
Moreover, Wenhua Street is not full of fakes. The antique shops in Wenhua Street have a lot of real products and many treasures, but the prices make ordinary people speechless.
The two people who had the experience of betting on Stone Street to pick up leaks once heard that Ming Wuxiang mentioned Wenhua Street, it would be strange if they didn't get bloody.
"I'm interested, I'm interested, of course I'm interested!"
"Then don't waste your time."
With the bait of Wenhua Street fishing in front, Yi Xing and Li Jiahua really didn't make any more noise, they ate at a fast speed, and they didn't forget to ask Dong Zhiming to eat faster too. Dong Zhiming could only look at Yi Xing and Li Jiahua with black lines all over his head.
Well, for Dong Zhiming, a top student, he really doesn't have much interest in picking up leaks. Dong Zhiming's family belongs to the kind of family that is above the food and clothing line, but the education of his parents has made him more accustomed to being down-to-earth, unlike Yi Xing, who are keen on things like picking up leaks and fighting for character and luck.
But of course, Dong Zhiming would not dissuade Yi Xing and the others. In his eyes, everyone is different, and he just needs to take care of himself.
After a group of people had breakfast, it was just after eight o'clock when they left the hotel. Xing Aofeng asked Xing Aofeng to drive over and park the easy car in the hotel parking lot. The key was left at the front desk of the hotel, and Yi Xing just went to pick it up.
Of course, Yi Xing didn't need to ask if he was driving. The five people just happened to be fully seated. Sitting in the car, Yi Xing suddenly asked a question when he was driving towards Wenhua Street.
"Master Dao, should we talk to Brother Xing when we go to Wenhua Street?"
Don't look at Yixing who only met Xing Aofeng for one night, and Li Jiahua, but these three guys looked like they hated seeing each other late. If it weren't for Gu Tang, the great god, Xing Aofeng would have come here with him last night.
Regarding the miraculous friendship between the three, Ming Wuxiang can only say that he, a normal person, cannot understand the idea of being funny.
So today when they went to Wenhua Street, Yi Xing thought about asking Xing Aofeng if he would come.
Without waiting for Ming Wuxiang to answer, Gu Tang said, "That guy probably hasn't woken up yet."
Xing Aofeng is different from Yi Xing and the others, he is a real night owl, the kind who can't sleep until three or four o'clock at night. It's only eight o'clock, and that guy is definitely sleeping the most soundly.
When Gu Tang said that Xing Aofeng hadn't woken up yet, Yi Xing stopped mentioning it. Comparing your heart to your heart, if someone wakes you up when you are in the deepest sleep, you will definitely be blown up.
So let Brother Xing continue to sleep.
Fortunately, Xing Aofeng didn't know Yixing's idea, otherwise he would definitely cry bitterly. They obviously established a deep friendship last night, so it turned out to be just a plastic flower relationship!
Wenhua Street, such an interesting place, it's not called him!
The summer auction held by Nanling Auction House in conjunction with several other auction houses was very large, and the guests attending were either rich or expensive, so the traffic police at the flower market planned to temporarily close the road around Wangfu Road.
But it's still early, those nobles suspect that they are still in bed like Xing Aofeng.
Yixing parked his car in a roadside parking lot one street away from Wenhua Street, which is not far from Wenhua Street and Wangfu Road.
Around nine o'clock in Wenhua Street, there was already a lot of people, and the sharp-eyed Ming Wuxiang could see that in Wenhua Street, there were many gray-haired old men holding magnifying glasses, squatting by the stalls to carefully observe the dusty things in their hands. I don't know if it is a real antique product.
It is said that there is another special place in the cultural street of the flower market, that is, there are more street stalls than shops. But it's not surprising when you think about it, not to mention the sufficient supply of goods to open a store, and there is absolutely no shortage of funds. And the merchants who set up street stalls should really hope that one day they can open their own antique shops in Wenhua Street.
In Yanhuang Kingdom, the sale of antiques is legal. Of course, the sale of national treasure cultural relics is not allowed. There are also strict regulations on the outflow of antiques abroad.
That is, you can sell your country's antiques abroad, but the export tax is very high. Rumor has it that tariffs are higher than antique prices. As for those who want to use the name of handicrafts to transport antiques, sorry, you said that handicrafts are not counted, but the customs experts say that they are handicrafts.
There are also those who smuggle and smuggle, the profits are amazing, but if they are caught, the punishment is also amazing.
Compared with the strictness of the country's antiques going abroad, it is very easy for the country's antiques to return and foreign antiques to enter the Yanhuang Kingdom.
This kind of 'discrimination' caused many foreign antique dealers to complain and protest against the tyranny of the Yanhuang Kingdom.
The strength of Yanhuang Kingdom's officials made those foreign antique dealers who wanted to take advantage of it so angry that their beards stood on end, but they were still helpless.
It's hard to say, it's hard to fight, and in the end, I can only grit my teeth and endure it.