Chapter 26 Ancient Painting 1-"The City God is my ancestor, it turns out that I am the Nth generation of gods"

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It was a middle-aged uncle, very well-dressed, with an extraordinary air. He was holding a long object in his arms. Judging from the shape, it should be a picture scroll.

What made Wu Jiang stop was that there was a faint wave of Yin Qi faintly emanating from the scroll.

Wu Jiang's heart moved, he became interested, and followed the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked tense and walked in a hurry. He just looked around on the first floor without stopping too much, and went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

Wu Jiang followed the middle-aged man not far away, wanting to see where the middle-aged man was going.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice that he was being followed. After going up to the second floor, his eyes quickly scanned the store signs on both sides of the corridor. After a while, he walked straight into a store with a "Mo Yunxuan" plaque.

Judging from the appearance of the middle-aged man, he is very familiar with the layout of the antique city, and he should be a frequent visitor to the antique city.

A trace of surprise flashed across Wu Jiang's eyes. He didn't expect the middle-aged man's destination to be here.Mo Yunxuan is Uncle Li's shop that sells antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and his Moxiangju is next door.

Wu Jiang also stepped in. At this moment, a waiter was greeting the middle-aged man.

When the clerk saw someone coming in, he raised his head and was about to say hello. When he saw that it was Wu Jiang who came in, he was relieved and waved his hand with a smile: "Xiao Jiang, why are you here? Uncle Li and Yaya are not here."

The clerk in Uncle Li's shop is named Zhang Jun. He has been with Uncle Li for many years, so he naturally knows Wu Jiang.

"Brother Zhang, please leave me alone and just greet the guests. I have nothing to do, so I can just wander around." After Wu Jiang finished speaking, he began to look at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Zhang Jun smiled, looked away, turned to the middle-aged man and asked with a smile: "What's your name, boss? What do you need?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said simply: "My surname is Qin. I have an ancient painting for sale. Will you accept it?"

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