What auspicious cloud patterns, water ripples, and entwined branches and lotus black are kneaded together.

This bottle is good-looking, but it's just not worth much.

For foreigners, this kind of bottle is very much in line with their postmodernist senses, and in the late Qing Dynasty, this kind of bottle was sold in large quantities to the First Empire.

The thing is old and not fake, but the Kangxi New Year model under the bottom of the bottle is fake.

In the late Qing Dynasty, a large number of porcelain was paid by Kangxi to raise its value.

This phenomenon was particularly serious during the Republic of China.

The ones that fell Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong are the easiest to sell, anyway, these things are a symbol of the era for the rich people of the First Empire, but the real meaning is not much.

Jin Feng really can't look down on this thing.

The tire is crisp and loose, the echo is heavy, and the workmanship is extremely rough, typical of the Republic of China.

Guangcai is the abbreviation of the glaze colored porcelain art in Tianyue Province, also known as weaving gold colored porcelain. It is a characteristic traditional handicraft made by painting and firing on various white porcelain vessels using low-temperature glaze decoration techniques.

The composition is tight, the color is strong, and the gold is brilliant, just like ten thousand strands of gold silk woven white jade, which began in the Ming Dynasty and developed into five colors in the Qing Dynasty, and gradually formed a unique artistic style in the Qianlong period.

At that time, the craftsmen of Tianyue borrowed the gold tire enamel technique introduced from the West, and used imported materials to create copper tire enamel, and later used this method on the white porcelain carcass, becoming the famous enamel color.

Guangcai's reputation in China is really not high, at that time this kind of thing was almost no one in China, even now, this thing is worth 30,000 or 50,000 yuan when moved back to China.

Because his painting work is full, the color is thick and bright, which does not conform to the aesthetics of his compatriots in China.

This cheesy stuff was very popular with the whiteskins in Europa and the First Empire.

"Kangxi's Guangcai, I've seen it on Fifth Avenue...... That one sells for 100,000 dollars, and I'm even bigger than that......"

"You want me to sell you cheaply. ”

Seeing Cao Jiakun's sweaty and expectant look, Jin Feng couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

Her eyes drifted to the door of the RV, and a white woman in her fifties and sixties walked down slowly wrapped in a thick down jacket and looked at Jin Feng quietly.

"Mom's ......"

Cao Jiakun turned around and called to the old woman softly, his eyes became very soft: "I found a buyer." I'm sure I'll be able to sell this this time. ”

"With the money, we can leave this hellish place and go to your hometown. ”

"I don't have to be angry with the church anymore. ”

The old woman smiled and nodded, looked at Jin Feng and greeted Jin Feng softly.

Jin Feng's eyes looked at the old woman, and he sighed silently secretly.

The old woman's eyebrows condensed, she was already terminally ill, and she would not be able to live in a few days.

"Why don't you go to the church home?"

Jin Feng asked Cao Jiakun softly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Cao Jiakun didn't answer Jin Feng's question, and said loudly: "If you want to buy it, why do you ask so much?"

"I have a mother, why should I go back to the orphanage?"

The old woman stepped forward tremblingly and grabbed Cao Jiakun's shoulder and whispered, "Be polite to the guests." ”

"This gentleman, this patchouli bottle...... It's not Kangxi's, is it?"

The old woman's sudden automatic confession made Jin Feng a little puzzled, but he just nodded.

When shaking hands with the old woman, Jin Feng probed the old woman's pulse and was taken aback again.

This old woman's life will not exceed tomorrow.

"You are Cao Jiakun's adoptive mother?"

The old woman nodded lightly, and her old face showed deep sadness: "Yes." Sir, but I'm just his former adoptive mother......"

"I'm sick and I don't have the money to be treated. Unable to take care of him any longer, the church's welfare home took him in ......"

The First Reich had this benefit, and the care of children was excellent.

In the First Empire, homeless people and beggars were everywhere, but not a single street child or teenager was to be seen.

"He came here when he was seven years old and his father gave me a large sum of money to adopt him......"

"I should have taken good care of him, but the money ...... Lost by my ......husband I divorced him......"

The old woman said these words intermittently, and Jin Feng listened silently, and he also felt sorry for a while.

At this time, Cao Jiakun took out a few pieces of porcelain from the RV and put them in front of Jin Feng, all of which were things from the Republic of China and were not valuable.

After listening to the old woman's narration, Jin Feng turned his head to look at Cao Jiakun and said quietly: "This morning, I went to the church welfare home to look for you. ”

"They said you hadn't been back for three days. ”

Cao Jiakun snorted, and suddenly raised his head to look at Jin Feng, his eyes were full of impossibility.

Suddenly, Cao Jiakun shouted: "You are from the government. ”

After saying this, Cao Jiakun put down the porcelain and turned around and ran.

He's faster, Jin Feng is faster.

One step forward, he grabbed Cao Jiakun's back collar.

Cao Jiakun frantically punched and kicked Jin Feng, shouting angrily: "I won't go back with you, I will never go back with you......"

"I'm going to be with my mother, and I'm going to be with him when I'm dying. ”

"Those priests and nuns in the church welfare home are all demons!"

Jin Feng said quietly: "Your father Cao Dajin asked me to come to you. ”

Suddenly, Cao Jiakun stood stunned on the spot, and suddenly looked up at Jin Feng in surprise: "What did you say?"

"My dad...... My dad...... Where is he?"

Jin Feng lowered his eyes and said softly, "He's dead!"

"Die in the South China Sea!"

In an instant, Cao Jiakun seemed to be a different person, the whole person was completely unconscious, looked at Jin Feng blankly, and fell to the ground softly all of a sudden.

The child in front of him is the son of Cao Dajin, whom Jin Feng met on the smuggling boat in the South China Sea on his way to escape in the past.

Before he died, Cao Dajin gave Jin Feng his glasses and necklace, allowing Jin Feng to open the vault of the neutral Bob Bank and obtain the top-secret information inside.

Those top-secret materials were all the evidence of Cao Dajin's financiers, who embezzled and took bribes, made false accounts, and made many foreign bank accounts and deposits.

Once these things are released, they can cause a big tsunami.

Before his death, Cao Dajin also entrusted Jin Feng to take care of his son Cao Jiakun.

After so many years, Jin Feng finally completed this entrustment.

Cao Dajin still has some thoughts, and there is nothing good to do in their line of work, so he sent Cao Jiakun to the First Empire early, and also spent a lot of money on the old woman in front of her to make her Cao Jiakun's adoptive mother.

Not only that, but he also sent living expenses to the old woman regularly.

Even if something happens to you in the future, you won't have to worry about it.

Jin Feng once expected that Cao Jiakun should be doing well now, and this time he came to the First Empire to see him, which can be regarded as an old fate.

Who knows, such a situation will be encountered.

sent the coordinates to the seventh ancestor, and took Cao Jiakun and his adoptive mother to leave this dilapidated ghost place.

His adoptive mother was sent directly to the hospital, and although the hospitalization was in vain, she always had to do her best.

Cao Jiakun, who looked sluggish with a confused face, went directly to the church welfare home, found the priest and nun who had bullied him, and didn't say anything, just started fighting.

Although Cao Jiakun didn't say anything to Jin Feng, from the moment Cao Jiakun entered here, Jin Feng could completely feel his disgust and fear here.

The priests and nuns of the welfare home did not let go of any of them, whether they were old or young, everyone brought them to Cao Jiakun and beat them up in front of him.

Not long after the call, Archbishop Locke, who received the call, rushed to the scene, and saw the mess and blood in front of him, and his body trembled like chaff with anger.

"There will be another time, I promise, to be beaten...... It's you. ”

Dropping this sentence, Jin Feng carried the tearful Cao Jiakun to the car and returned to the Imperial Capital Hotel.

Throwing the bag full of cash in front of Cao Jiakun, he said quietly: "Two choices." ”

"First, the money belongs to you, enough for you to finish college, not enough for me to make up for you. ”

"Second, return home. Avenge your father. I'll raise you. ”

After saying this, Jin Feng closed the door.

That night, Cao Jiakun came back from the hospital and stood in front of Jin Feng and whispered. "I'll pick the third one. Stay in the First Reich. ”

Cao Jiakun, who had an aggravated tone, shouted in a deep voice.

"And to avenge my father. ”

Jin Feng looked at Cao Jiakun coldly and said coldly, "How can you take revenge?"

Cao Jiakun looked at Jin Feng calmly and shouted in a resolute tone that he had never seen before.

"Be president!"

Jin Feng sneered, the smile on his face was cold and weird, and he raised his arm and shouted with a finger.

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