Then, Huang Weijing got up like crazy, put on her clothes and shoes at the speed of military training and dressing, opened the door, and then rushed out at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

For a while, all that greeted me was the decoration and furnishings that I had only seen on TV.

Huang Weijing looked around blankly, hoping to find a place to exit.

Suddenly, Huang Wei calmed down and squatted down suddenly.

A pair of big peach blossom eyes quietly looked at the lawn below.

In the lawn, there is a 20-meter-long swimming pool, in this magic capital, where every inch of land is valuable, it is either a hotel or a swimming pool that can have such a large swimming pool.

However, Huang Weijing knew that neither of these were the case.

In the pool, a vigorous body dives into the water, swimming to the end like a flying fish, flipping under the water, gently kicking the pool wall, and diving quickly like a swordfish.

Then flip again, dive again.

Huang Weijing grew her small mouth, revealing a touch of horror.

I grew up by the Yangtze River when I was a child, and I would go into the water to play in the water when I was just learning to speak.

It can be said that in terms of water, none of his peers in several nearby villages can compare with his own.

It was because of this strength that he walked out of the mountains and was selected for the swimming team, and then because he couldn't accept the harassment of the coach, he left the team in anger and entered the art and sports school.

Only people with good water quality will understand how high the water quality of the pool people is.

In the blink of an eye, the people in the pool had already dived a full twenty laps, a full 400 meters, and this was not counting the laps they had swam before.

"If he goes to swimming, he should be able to win a world championship, right!?"

Huang Weijing clenched her teeth tightly and silently counted the seconds in her heart.

At this time, a polite foreigner didn't know when he walked behind Huang Weijing, and greeted him in a polite and polite manner.

“goodmorningdy。 ”

"Breakfast, please!"

Huang Weijing was startled, nodded timidly, and followed the foreigner housekeeper downstairs.

What I saw, heard, and touched completely subverted my perception of the world.

"Poverty limits your imagination!"

Jingjing's words to herself last night suddenly echoed in her ears.

Sitting at a dining table that can only be seen in movies, watching a foreign maid bring you fragrant xiaolongbao......

It's like a dream.

At this time, a wet man in pajamas stepped in and sat opposite Huang Weijing.

On the exposed body, hideous scars spread all over the body like snakes.

The moment she saw Jin Feng, Huang Wei's face turned red, cramped and uneasy, her ears were red, and her whole body was like thousands of ants eating her mercilessly.

Last night, I ......

Myself...... Should......

So what's that?

He...... Will you give up on me?

Or will it ...... Let me live in his villa!

This villa is worth at least 500 million!

So, won't I be a young grandmother in the future?

Or will he give me a sum of money to send me away?

Confused, emotional, cranky, and chaotic, Huang Weijing closed her legs tightly, and whispered in a low mosquito-like voice.

"Last Night......

At this time, Jin Feng on the other side said quietly.

"You've only got three and a half bottles. ”

"Remember!"

"Don't drink more than three and a half bottles. ”

"Otherwise, the consequences will be severe. ”

"Last Night......

"You're drunk!"

Hearing Jin Feng's ruthless words, Huang Weijing was like a basin of ice water pouring her whole body, and she was still strolling on the subtropical beach, and suddenly she arrived at the coldest North Pole.

After saying this, Jin Feng got up and went upstairs, leaving Huang Wei to sit in a daze.

"It turns out that this villa is not his. ”

I don't know how much time has passed, Huang Wei quietly walked out of the most luxurious villa, reluctantly glanced back, smiled lightly, wrapped herself tightly, and strode forward.

When Huang Weijing left, Jin Feng had already ridden a shared bicycle to the most famous Qibao Old Street in the magic capital.

When passing by the treasure building, Jin Feng deliberately went up and walked around. Today is Monday, and the Mao Zi who sold medals has not been seen, which has to be said to be a pity.

Yesterday in this Maozi's stall, Jin Feng found a very special medal, and when he wanted to pick up the leak, he was leaked by Bai Moyang's idiot.

It is estimated that if you want to touch that hair again, the chance of picking up the leak is not very large.

When he came downstairs, Jin Feng actually saw Bai Moyang's idiot, so he stood at the entrance of the treasure building and looked around.

Needless to say, this kid must be looking for himself.

Jin Feng didn't want to be disturbed by this kid anymore, so he blended into the sea of people in a flash.

I went to the nearest mall first, got a domestic sports suit, left the suit at the dry cleaner, and took a taxi straight to the next stop.

Qibao Old Street.

This is one of the ten oldest old streets in the magic capital, the closest to the city, is a thousand-year-old town, known as a paradise for foodies.

In fact, it is just a tourist attraction.

There are many antique shops here, most of which sell folk goods, which are no different from Huabao Lou and Zangbao Lou.

It's more like the thatched cottage antique city of Jincheng.

After sweeping around the rows of antique shops, I fell in love with a Taoyan inkstone from the Kangxi period.

Jiangsu and Zhejiang have produced scribes since ancient times, and this inkstone is also a scribe's, and it is also from Qibao Ancient Town.

That person's name is Wang Shihong, and he is also a celebrity, and there is this person on the list of the Renchen Kedian test list in the fifty-first year of Kangxi.

Wang Shihong doesn't have too many records in history, and he has only brought about this person in the Qing history manuscript and the Qing Shilu, which shows that he doesn't have much ability.

The local chronicles of Songjiang Prefecture only mention that this person is one of the Jiangnan scholars.

Tao Yan is one of the four famous inkstones, plus it is Wang Shihong's Tao Yan, which can be regarded as a bit of collection value.

However, as soon as he asked the price, the corners of Jin Feng's mouth twitched fiercely.

400,000 is not a lot!

The boss is about seventy years old, wearing a pair of thick reading glasses, looking at Jin Feng with slanted eyes, and speaking a lot of local dialect in his mouth.

It turned out that the boss also knew Wang Shihong's name, and even knew that this was Wang Shihong's Tao Yan, so it was no wonder that the lion opened his mouth.

Among the four famous inkstones now, there are still some old pit materials in Tao Yan, and almost all other end inkstones and old pit materials in She Yan have to be hollowed out.

As for another famous inkstone, the Yellow River Chengni inkstone has become extinct, and the craft has been lost.

There's really no way to do it.

There are really not many places where inkstones can be used now.

Because, the status of scribes and literati today is higher than before, and they basically cannot be called literati.

Except for some niche collectors with special habits who like to collect inkstones, there are really few others who play this.

Originally, when the collection was just popular, the four famous inkstones were also really popular, but then they were submerged by various collections without a trace.

In the auction, the inkstone was popular for a while a few years ago, and the famous inkstones used by celebrities, as well as the famous inkstones made by masters, were three or four million at the highest.

The one of three or four million is still used by everyone Wu Changshuo.

Even Li Hongzhang's Duan Yan was auctioned for only two million on Hong Kong Island, less than a fraction of Gao Guyu.

The market does not accept it, and in the past two or three years, major auctions and companies have not been in the mood to play inkstones.

Smiling politely at the old man, Jin Feng turned around and left.

I feel a little emotional, like Qibao Ancient Town, a thousand-year-old town and old street, there is no leakage to pick up, and other places can be imagined.

It's still up to luck!

After buying a box of stinky tofu and throwing it into the trash, Jin Feng rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth, and strolled into a miniature sculpture hall on North Street.

This miniature carving museum is also famous in China, the owner's surname is Zhou, and the miniature carving museum is called Zhou's miniature carving museum.

The miniature carving hall is divided into three floors, the first floor is the hall, and the exhibition hall on the second floor displays the national miniature carving treasures "Treasure of China" and "Zhou's Stone Pot", "Stone Carving Stele Forest Art" and other miniature carving works.

The third floor is a special exhibit of the Dream of Red Mansions, which is divided into two miniature sculpture series: the full text of the stone carving "Dream of the Red Chamber" and the "Interior Furnishings of the Red Chamber".

A full set of miniature carved Dream of Red Mansions, but Jin Feng didn't see it, which has to be said to be a pity.

In the hall, there are a dazzling array of Bogu shelves, multi-treasure partitions and thousands of famous stones, which are breathtaking.

Tianhuang, Changhua bloodstone, Bahrain stone, Qingtian stone are also a lot here, and there is no shortage of high-quality ones.

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