As for the appreciation of jadeite is very professional knowledge, don't think that the protagonist should know jadeite, just like taking a good water kind of transparent jadeite and jade for everyone to distinguish, I'm afraid many friends can't tell it, as for the joke of hammer smashing jadeite, 98 years, we did it in Puning, don't worry, don't worry, large pieces of rough stone can be knocked down, fist-sized, small hammer is not good.

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"When...... Dangdang...... When "

The crisp sound of the hammer and the stone striking was heard far away in the night.

But when Zhuang Rui picked up the stone again, he was disappointed to find that the hammers only left a few insignificant pits on the surface of the stone, and not even a single stone chip was knocked down.

If this scene is seen by a person who knows a little about gambling stones, he will definitely laugh off his big teeth, I have never seen anyone with a hammer to smash jade out of the stone, Zhuang Rui is also after many months, only after many months that he knows how stupid and ridiculous his current behavior is.

The little white lion who ran out of the house with Zhuang Rui looked at his master a little inexplicably, obviously it couldn't understand why Zhuang Rui would hit his toy with a hammer.

Picked up the stone on the ground, Zhuang Rui was a little worried, this thing responded to the old saying, that is, the stone in the pit, smelly and hard, for a while Zhuang Rui also had no way to take it, obviously, the idea of knocking it open with a hammer is impossible, Zhuang Rui did not know at this time, there are more than a dozen stone cutters in this world only for gambling stones.

"Forget it, let's find a grinding wheel to polish in a few days. ”

Greeted the white lion, Zhuang Rui went to the supermarket at the entrance of the community, bought a few packs of cigarettes, and went home, tomorrow there are a lot of things, in the morning to follow Song Jun to visit the framing master, and in the afternoon to go to the site of the mastiff garden with Liu Chuan to see, I am afraid that I can't take care of these stones for the time being.

Although jadeite was found in the stone, but in Zhuang Rui's heart, he did not regard these stones as a thing, as early as 2003, to say that diamonds are valuable, everyone understands, but for jadeite, only some people in a specific circle know the true value of the best jadeite.

"Well, don't make a fuss, that's it. ”

Zhuang Rui, who was asleep, suddenly felt wet, opened his eyes and saw that the little white lion was at the head of the bed, sticking out his tongue and licking himself, and his little paws also grabbed the quilt and dragged it to the ground, and then looked out the window, the sky was already bright, Zhuang Rui looked at the mobile phone at the head of the bed, it was almost 7 o'clock, and hurriedly got up.

Since raising the white lion, Zhuang Rui's life has become regular again, and he must take this little thing to run around every morning, because this little thing is very sensible, he never and pee at home, he will hold it until the morning, and solve it outside, and then Zhuang Rui will prepare breakfast for it, usually dog food made of corn paste, add a few dog calcium tablets to it, and wait for this little ancestor to have time to wash and eat breakfast.

"I'm sorry, the number you dialed was empty, I'm sorry, the number you dialed was empty. ”

Preparing breakfast for the little white lion, sitting at the table and drinking the porridge cooked by his mother, Zhuang Rui's phone rang, and the little white lion's ears pricked up violently, ran into Zhuang Rui's room, and took the phone over.

Rubbing the little guy's fluffy head approvingly, Zhuang Rui picked up the phone from the white lion's mouth, and when he saw it, it was Song Jun calling.

"Hey, Brother Song, didn't we say it's nine o'clock. ”

"Go early, the old gentleman called and said, he still has a guest at 10 o'clock, let's go early, I'm on the road now, you live there on Zhongshu Street, right? Go to the intersection and wait for me, I'll be there soon." ”

Song Jun's voice came out of the phone, Zhuang Rui hurriedly swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, returned to his room, took the holster containing "Li Duanduantu" in his hand, said to Zhuang's mother, and hurried downstairs with the little white lion.

"Let's go, get in the car. ”

As soon as he walked to the intersection, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan stopped in front of Zhuang Rui, Song Jun lowered the window and greeted Zhuang Rui.

After opening the back door of the Mercedes-Benz first and letting the little white lion go up, Zhuang Rui sat on the co-pilot and glanced back, but there were two little guys sitting side by side in the back seat.

"Hey, take care of your one, it's unreasonable. ”

Song Jun found through the rearview mirror that as soon as the little white lion got into the car, he squeezed his little golden retriever aside, and made a threatening sound of "woo" in his mouth, and he was immediately very dissatisfied.

"White Lion, sit down. ”

Zhuang Rui shouted at the back door, but the little guy pounced on Zhuang Rui from the middle of the seat, Zhuang Rui had no choice but to hold it.

"That's right, Brother Zhuang, let me tell you, the old man who will be seen later, surnamed Fang, is a representative figure in Yangzhou mounting, his hometown is Pengcheng, and now he is a leaf returning to his roots, coming back to support the elderly, this old man has a bit of a strange temper, the calligraphy and painting he values may help you frame it for free, but if he doesn't look at it, how much money you pay, he doesn't care about you, maybe for my sake, he may deal with you, but you are ready to be slaughtered, this old man's soft knife is black. ”

While driving, Song Jun explained to Zhuang Rui, although he hadn't seen the painting in Zhuang Rui's hand, but from the tone of his words, it could be seen that he was not optimistic about the painting that Zhuang Rui took on the grassland black market.

"It's okay, Brother Song, as long as this painting can be replaced, it doesn't matter whether it is reframed or not, I brought 30,000 yuan, it should be enough, right?"

Zhuang Rui pretended to look very casual, and replied casually, if this old man Fang is really a framed figure in this line, he can naturally see that the cat in this painting is tired.

"You kid is quite willing, it's only a few thousand yuan to buy a painting, and you're going to spend 30,000 yuan to frame it, you don't want to sell it for a big head, right?"

While Song Jun was talking, the car had already driven to the direction of the Guishan Han Tomb on the outskirts of the city, there were many building materials markets on this road, Zhuang Rui saw that some markets were sawing wood with chainsaws at the entrance of the market, making a very loud roar.

"It's framed, I'll sell it to others, Brother Song, don't rob it." ”

Zhuang Rui looked at the chainsaw, as if he had something in his mind, and casually chatted with Song Jun.

"By the way, I can find one of those small manual cutters. ”

Zhuang Rui secretly scolded himself in his heart for being stupid, near his old house, there used to be a stone yard, specializing in selling some stone carving works, then Zhuang Rui often saw some stone carving masters, using a small manual cutting machine, in the stone carving of some more delicate parts of the processing, think about that thing, cutting a stone should not be a problem.

"If it's Tang Bohu's real work, I'm still a little interested, let me tell you, Zhuang Rui, that "Li Duanduan Picture", but stay in the Nanjing Museum, you just keep this thing for yourself, hang it out and be laughed at. ”

Song Jun said something in his mouth, stopped the car, Zhuang Rui knew that he had arrived, pushed the car door, hugged the little white lion and got out of the car.

"Zhuang Rui, leave the little white lion in the car, if Old Man Fang agrees to help you frame it, you need to be quiet, these two little things are too noisy. ”

After hearing Song Jun's words, Zhuang Rui comforted the little guy, stuffed it back into the car, and then took the painting scroll in his hand and walked with Song Jun to a courtyard more than 10 meters ahead.

Mr. Fang's house is built at the junction of urban and rural areas in Pengcheng, by the mountains and rivers, and a row of willow trees are planted in front of the yard.

"Grandpa Fang, your old body is still so tough. ”

After Song Jun saw the old man, he hurriedly walked a few steps and stepped forward to take the hoe in the old man's hand.

"This stinky boy, he usually doesn't come when he has nothing to do, he thinks of me when he has something, when I see Brother Song, I will definitely sue you kid, okay, okay, don't play tricks there. ”

The old man looked at Song Jun in uniform and kicked over, Song Jun didn't dare to hide, he just took this kick with his buttocks, Song Jun is also in his forties, but he didn't have the slightest embarrassment, and he was always smiling on his face.

Zhuang Rui only saw the old man's face clearly at this time, with snow-white hair, ruddy complexion, and delicate skin on his face.

"Is your grandfather okay?"

The old man nodded to Zhuang Rui and asked Song Jun.

"Thanks to your old man's blessing, grandpa's body is also tough, when teaching my dad, don't mention how good it is, by the way, I went back to Beijing some time ago, and grandpa also said that he would invite you to live at home for a while.

"Don't go, it's good here, why bury the bones, where is life not green, I have been away from my hometown for decades, and I have learned to return, this old bone, and now I can bury it back, which is considered lucky." ”

The old man sighed with emotion, glanced at the holster in Zhuang Rui's hand, and then asked, "Is it Brother Song who has found some treasure again?" ”

The old man's footsteps were very steady, and when he walked to the door, he washed his hands and led the two into the living room, a middle-aged woman in her forties, like an old man's nanny, came up and brought a cup of tea to Song Jun and Zhuang Rui, and then withdrew.

"Bring it, I'll take a look first. ”

The old man was not as difficult as Song Jun said, after entering the house, he dried his hands, and took the holster from Zhuang Rui's hand very happily, opened the zipper, and took out the painting scroll inside.

"Come, lad, open this picture for me. ”

The old man probably regarded Zhuang Rui as Song Jun's follower, threw over a pair of white gloves, and motioned for Zhuang Rui to put them on.

On the rectangular table in the living room, Zhuang Rui and Old Man Fang each held a shaft rod and spread the painting to both sides, but the scroll was not half opened, and the old man's face was already showing an unhappy look.

"I said you little rabbit, you are embarrassed to bring me to frame such a thing?

When the painting scroll was fully unfolded, Old Man Fang's face was already full of anger, the authentic paintings and calligraphy of famous artists he had handled in his life might require more than any collector in this world, and his eyesight was naturally extraordinary, and he could already distinguish the authenticity of this painting from that at a glance.