Xiao Yun suddenly realized: "Isn't the composition of ordinary stones silica?

An Yingwu couldn't accept this statement, took out a jewelry from the box, and asked dissatisfiedly: "What kind of stone? Can this thing be a stone? Is the stone so beautiful?"

Xiaoyun pouted: "You are really interesting, why can't the stones be so beautiful? Let's not talk about the strange stones on the Internet, even ordinary pebbles are very beautiful, right? ”

An Yingwu snorted coldly: "I admit that stones are also beautiful, but that's just accidental, besides, is it so stupid to do business, if it's not a good thing, will it be carved and sold?

Xiao Yun sneered: "As long as it's a beautiful thing, of course someone will spend money to buy it, but you say that the collection value is very high, that's talking nonsense with your eyes open, right?"

An Yingwu is not an expert after all, and he is a little short of words for Xiaoyun's rebuttal, and said: "Since you don't believe it, then go to the market and investigate it yourself!"

Xiao Yun laughed, pointed at Meng Zitao and said, "Do I need to go to the market to investigate this matter myself?" See, Meng Zitao, the owner of the Antique Market Appreciation Pavilion, doesn't he know to you?"

Zeng Xiangping hurriedly asked, "Xiao Meng, is this golden silk jade really not collectible?"

Meng Zitao said: "Whether there is any collection value, how to look at it, like Khotanese jade and jadeite, the reason why they are valuable is because of their texture and scarcity." ”

"Let's talk about golden silk jade, let's not talk about whether it is jade or not, in terms of texture, the color transparency of golden silk jade is poor, and the number of fine raw stones is very limited. ”

"From the point of view of scarcity, although it has not been fully verified. More than ten years ago, golden silk jade was everywhere in some places in the Gobi, and it was neither valuable nor rare. Some interested Tibetans either pick up jade in person or buy a few kilograms for a few dollars. For example, there are areas in Lingnan that also produce yellow quartz rocks with similar shapes and compositions, and the number is considerable. ”

"Therefore, the scarcity of golden silk jade is not strong. Calling it 'jade' somewhat exaggerates its value, and it seems more appropriate to call it 'beautiful stone'. Of course, because of its texture, gold silk jade is more suitable for making handicrafts, but in this way, the value is focused on 'carving', and it cannot become a potential collectible jewelry. ”

Meng Zitao continued: "After talking about your texture and scarcity, let's talk about hype. ”

He Xinghuai was surprised and said, "You mean, what kind of golden silk jade is the value of hype?"

Meng Zitao smiled: "This is obvious. Otherwise, why would something that no one wants suddenly become so valuable, and the value is rising so fast? This is obviously not in line with the normal laws of the market. ”

"Of course, no matter what, since it's speculation, there must be a stage where the price will rise, so it's better to buy it now. It is possible to make money in the near future, but you don't know when the people behind it will stop hype. So there's a risk in it. And it's not about collectible value. ”

Speaking of this, Meng Zitao smiled at An Yingwu: "Mr. An, if you think what I said is not credible, you can ask someone." However, I still don't ask your friend, he doesn't understand. It's just that you don't tell the truth, and you can't ask him anything. ”

As a layman, even if An Yingwu wanted to refute, he couldn't come up with a reason, and Meng Zitao answered with a reason. also made him feel that it was likely to be as Meng Zitao said.

Originally, his idea of bringing gold silk jade over was very simple, just because it was beautiful and had high appreciation potential, but now listening to Meng Zitao say this, things will indeed appreciate in value, but his heart is as disgusting as eating a fly.

Moreover, he said Jin Siyu so well just now, but it turned out to be a slap in the face, which made him feel very embarrassed.

At this time, Zeng Xiangping suddenly stood up and said, "Oops! I forgot that there was something I didn't do well, and I have to go back and deal with it immediately." ”

Everyone is a smart person, knowing that Zeng Xiangping said this, it is likely that he just found a random reason, but everyone is a little puzzled, why did Zeng Xiangping leave, did they think An Yingwu was too ashamed?

In fact, the reason why Zeng Xiangping made this decision is very simple, An Yingwu also gave her a gold silk jade, An Yingwu also praised that thing as rare in the sky and unparalleled in the ground, but in the end it was such a thing, how could she be happy in her heart?

He Xinghuai, as the host, of course had to be polite, and said, "It's so urgent, why don't you leave after eating?"

"No, no, that's really urgent, as for eating, anyway, when I come back this time, I don't plan to leave immediately, I will have time in the future. ”

Zeng Xiangping smiled, and then said to An Yingwu: "Xiao An, can you send me back?"

In the current situation, no matter how reluctant An Yingwu was, it was impossible for him to say no, so he could only find a reason to leave together.

However, An Yingwu did not give up in his heart, and said silently: "I will come back!"

When He Xinghuai and his wife came back from the door, they heard Xiaoyun take a sip of tea and said happily: "That nasty guy is finally gone, it's so comfortable!"

He Xinghuai said with a smile: "Xiaoyun, don't say that, I think Xiao An is not only a little utilitarian, but also okay." ”

Xiaoyun said: "Uncle He, don't deceive him by his appearance, if you saw his eyes staring at Wanyi just now, you wouldn't think so." ”

"What eyes?" Zeng Qiuhua was a little curious.

"...... like this," said Xiao Yun and demonstrated it in person, which was quite similar to An Yingwu's eyes just now.

Zeng Qiuhua was surprised: "Is it so exaggerated?"

Xiaoyun nodded fiercely and said, "It's just more, no less, and he is not ashamed to say that it is because he has been living abroad." I wondered, is it true that foreigners look at people like this?"

He Wanyi nodded slightly, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"Xiang Ping is still as unreliable as before. ”

Zeng Qiuhua shook his head, and then said to Meng Zitao with a pleasant face: "Xiao Meng, you sit, I'll cook, by the way, Xiao Meng, do you usually have any taboos?"

Meng Zitao hurriedly replied: "I am usually not a picky eater, I can eat anything. ”

Zeng Qiuhua said with a smile: "It's good not to be picky, it's like Wanyi, don't eat this, don't eat that." ”

He Wanyi wrinkled her nose: "Mom, why do you keep saying bad things about me." ”

"I'm seeking truth from facts!" Zeng Qiuhua walked into the kitchen with a smile.

He Wanyi stood up and said, "My mother hasn't recovered yet, I'll help her." ”

Meng Zitao said it didn't matter.

"I'll go too. Xiaoyun followed.

"Xiao Meng, drink tea. ”

He Xinghuai greeted him, took a sip of tea, and asked, "What hobbies do you usually have?"

Meng Zitao replied: "I am mainly reading books to study, or practicing calligraphy. ”

He Xinghuai asked with interest: "Oh, how many years have you been practicing calligraphy?"

Meng Zitao said: "I have been practicing since I was a child, and I have been practicing for more than ten years, but there has been a break for a while. ”

"Yes, there are not many young people nowadays who like to practice calligraphy. ”

He Xinghuai nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Xiao Meng, can we communicate?"

"As long as you don't think I'm ugly. Meng Zitao said with a smile.

"So what are you waiting for, let's go. ”

He Xinghuai took Meng Zitao to the study, Meng Zitao personally studied ink, and then, the two wrote a poem in line script and regular script.

"Good!"

Waiting for Meng Zitao to write the last stroke, He Xinghuai couldn't help but say loudly: "Do it with your hands, the penmanship is proper, the press is clear, the horizontal and vertical are thick, and the thin pen seems to be swept by, but it does not lose its composure, but it looks smart and lively." The waves mostly take the position of the flank, and sometimes show white, reflecting a vigorous and heroic attitude. What a word!"

In the end, He Xinghuai's eyes seemed to glow.

Meng Zitao said modestly: "My handwriting is not very good, and there is still a lot of room for improvement." ”

He Xinghuai shook his head: "Xiao Meng, being too modest is pride, just your word, it is completely comparable to some famous artists, and some of the so-called famous artists now cannot be compared with you at all." ”

Meng Zitao said: "Uncle He, you really won the award. ”

He Xinghuai said: "What, don't believe what I said?"

Meng Zitao hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that he did not mean this.

"You kid. He Xinghuai scolded with a smile and said, "How about leaving these two characters for me?"

"Absolutely. "As the old saying goes, the man is short, and Meng Zitao still wishes He Xinghuai would stay.

He Xinghuai laughed: "Speaking of which, these two words are yours in the end." ”

Meng Zitao didn't understand the meaning of these words at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood, and he was happy in his heart.

He Xinghuai smiled and patted Meng Zitao's shoulder: "Xiao Meng, I am optimistic about you, I hope you don't disappoint me!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely do my best!" Meng Zitao hurriedly agreed, his happy mouth almost reaching the back of his ears.

"It's time to eat!"

"Alright, let's get out. He Xinghuai said, his eyes glanced at the calligraphy works on the table a few times, and then he walked out of the room with Meng Zitao.

After eating, Meng Zitao sat at He's house for a while, this time it was mainly Zeng Qiuhua who asked, and he answered.

Facing the future mother-in-law, Meng Zitao was much more nervous than facing the future father-in-law, and it wasn't until He Wanyi helped ease the atmosphere that his feelings relaxed a little, but there was already a layer of white sweat on his palms and back.

Fortunately, Zeng Qiuhua's expression seems to respond to the old saying, the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, and the more she looks at it, the more she likes it, which makes Meng Zitao's heart finally have some bottom.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Zitao said goodbye and went back, and He Wanyi and Xiaoyun also planned to take his car back to the store.

When he went out, Meng Zitao asked a little nervously: "Wanyi, did Auntie say anything about me just now?" )