"I'm afraid you'll lie to me, they're all so beautiful, you don't want me in the future, what should I do?" Gu Xuanting was still on guard, and she wanted to cry.

"Don't you understand my heart? I want to be with you for the rest of my life, have a few children, you take care of them to grow up, and I work hard outside and make a career, isn't it good?" Wu Fan admired himself a little, and coaxed the girl to the level of proficiency. After drinking a lot of wine, Wu Fan was full of blood and did not hesitate to make a promise after drinking.

"I know, it's hard for you to work hard outside, I'll go over often and take care of your grandfather. Gu Xuanting said it with all kinds of tenderness, and kissed Wu Fan passionately, until a waitress came over, and the two had to separate.

In the Chaoshan area, men flutter colorful flags outside, red flags do not fall at home, women often don't care, coupled with the custom of preference for sons, Gu Xuanting has actually forgiven Wu Fan in her heart, just to save face.

At this time, the singing voice coming out of the box was the song in Chaoshan language, "Love will win". Whether it is a metropolis or a mountain or a rural area, under the tide of rapid economic development, everyone wants to get rich and change their social class, such songs reflect the current people's mentality and make people empathize.

On the second day, Wu Fan completed the long-distance driving test, and after the final subjects, he waited for the driver's license to be issued, and it was already 1 pm when he returned to Gwangju.

Cheng Qiuyun said on the phone that she must meet him, Wu Fan went to the coffee shop she had made an appointment, and she behaved affectionately.

"My mother used your jade jade stone to carve pendants, and everyone said yes when they saw it, you don't know how happy she is. Cheng Qiuyun said happily.

"If you find a good jadeite, I will give it to you, you will like it. Wu Fan said. During the trip to Myanmar, he believed that there would be a good harvest, and he would find a high-end boutique jadeite for Cheng Qiuyun and make it into a pendant, which would match her temperament and figure, and it would definitely look good. She now wears an emerald bracelet on her wrist with great flaws, but if she wears another top-quality jade bracelet around her neck, it will make a difference and make it even more radiant.

"I believe you, you said, if we get married, it is better to have one or two children. "The country has let go of the second child, Cheng Qiuyun said quietly.

"I want to have two. Let's go, you'll be fine in the afternoon, come with me to an auction. Shangguan Juncai asked Wu Fan to meet at the Youfu Jewelry Store in the International Jewelry City to participate in the antique auction together, the time was almost up, and it took half an hour to call.

Huang Shuigen, Zhong Kai, and Hu Yuling interned at Youfu Jewelry, and they were all elated when they saw Wu Fan appear, but Wu Fan was pulled away by Shangguan Juncai, and he came and went in a hurry.

Rich people are like this, time is quite precious, but money is like dung, if you want to throw it away.

Cheng Qiuyun's temperament, intellectual and elegant, made Shangguan Juncai's eyes shine, and he leaned into Wu Fan's ear and said: "Brother Wu, you choose a woman, you are very tasteful, such a beautiful girl has been ditched by you." ”

Wu Fan was noncommittal and smiled. Master Mao followed, looked at his boss and Wu Fan, and sighed in his heart that rich people are not ordinary.

Not far from the place to go, there are several staggered narrow streets near Hualin Temple, all of which are antique jade streets, with small shops crowded next to each other and customers like clouds. There are several high-rise buildings around, and each floor is also a shop that sells all kinds of jewelry and antique calligraphy and paintings, sandalwood and agarwood, sour branches and pears, Tianhuang chicken blood, handicraft products and so on.

Wu Fan and his entourage of four walked to the nearest building to Hualin Temple and took the elevator up to the tenth floor. Someone was already waiting at the door, and when they saw Shangguan Juncai, they stepped forward to greet him very affectionately.

Entering a hall, there were many people inside, Shangguan Juncai and an old man greeted each other, talking about the recent jade and jade market.

"Everyone is here, that is, seven or eight rich big bosses, who usually play tickets, and there is a jewelry and antique dealer who takes out the goods he receives and auctions them on the spot. There is a boss Fu who also invited me to help him palm his eyes. Master Mao introduced to Wu Fan.

After Wu Fan and the others entered, the security guards guarding the door immediately closed the gate. The hall is gorgeously furnished, with a bar and a sofa, and each big boss has a glass of red wine in his hand, sitting or standing, drinking wine while talking and laughing.

A middle-aged man was taking out an antique from a suitcase, a pen holder, and placed it on a table of eight immortals, beckoning everyone to come forward to appreciate it.

"He is the jewelry and antique dealer Lao Yan I said, and the goods in the auction are all newly received, but there is no guarantee that they must be genuine, and it depends on the buyer's eyesight. Master Mao said.

Wu Fan and Cheng Qiuyun went to the sofa next to them and sat down, Shangguan Juncai also sat next to Wu Fan, and Master Mao paced to the table and carefully appraised them.

Two more old men came forward to admire, one of them was bald, short, and pot-bellied, and the other was tall and thin, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and looked like an old pedant.

Each big boss has his own unusual bearing, and he is good at letting bullets fly for a while, so he is not in a hurry to step forward and identify antiques.

"What a beautiful chick!" several big bosses muttered in a low voice, winked at each other, and looked at Cheng Qiuyun intentionally or unintentionally. Cheng Qiuyun had never seen such a big scene, she was a little restrained and nervous, pushed Wu Fan, and motioned to look at the antiques together. Wu Fan snorted, and the two walked to the table back and forth.

"Two handsome guys and beautiful women, they also know how to authenticate antiques?" Lao Yan showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, grinned, and looked at Wu Fan and the others.

"Study, study, please Master Yan for advice. Wu Fan was neither humble nor arrogant.

The two masters, one short and one thin, both glanced at Wu Fan and Cheng Qiuyun, showing a playful smile.

"They work in the same company as me, and they want to come here to learn. Master Mao nodded to the other two masters and smiled.

"Old Mao Yan is a master and a high apprentice, young man, can you see what is the reputation of this pen holder?" The bald short old man, holding a folding fan in his hand, pointed to the pen holder on the table.

"What is a strict master and a high apprentice, the two of them have a child and a daughter, they are just interested for a while, not my apprentice, Cai Lao said with a smile. Master Mao said.

The color of the pen holder is dark red, it is a wood carving antique, only a dozen centimeters high, no more than ten centimeters thick, it looks quite small. The whole body is carved with pine, bamboo and plum, interspersed between the rugged rocks, and the carving technique has relief carving. Laymen can also see that this pen holder has a delicate and delicate knife technique, and the whole pen holder looks simple and elegant.

"This pen holder is exquisitely made, the wood texture is durable, and it should be a rare boutique. Wu Fan was afraid of being seen, and he didn't know how to identify at all, so he spoke. It's the nature of young people to save face, but it's actually because young people have strong self-esteem, who wants to be looked down upon?!

"Nonsense, if you say it, you don't say it!" The tall and thin old man glanced at Wu Fan with disdain, and said in a stern tone.

"If Guo Lao has any high opinions, you might as well talk about it and listen to it, so that I can benefit. Master Mao is also well-informed, and when he saw this tall and thin old man, he couldn't help but ask.

"In terms of carving style, the works of each period have their own imprints of the times. The pulp on the surface of this pen holder is not enough, and the intention of later generations to imitate the carving skills is very obvious, so it can basically be judged to be a modern fake, and it can not even reach the Republic of China. The tall and thin old man called Guo Lao said.

The controversy at the table of the Eight Immortals caused all the big bosses to come forward and come over to look at the pen holder. Some get started directly, flip over and over again to look at it, and some talk about which pen holders have been auctioned at sky-high prices among the auction items of major auction houses in recent years.

"Master Mao, you say this is a pen holder, is it worth spending money to take pictures?" a young man in his thirties wearing a T-shirt, with sharp eyes and extraordinary bearing, asked Master Mao quite sophisticatedly.

"Boss Fu, although this pen holder is inconspicuous, if it can be in the Qing Dynasty, don't talk about the Ming Dynasty, as long as it is used by any celebrity, it has historical and cultural value, it is amazing, and it is worth hundreds of thousands. In front of this young boss, Master Mao did not dare to say anything, implying that he was still based on the opinions of other experts.

"Fu Dashao has always looked down on these miscellaneous small pieces, but this pen holder is a little peculiar, there is a smell of agarwood, it is not as good as Fu Dashao to take a picture, and it is not bad to put it on the desk. A tall man in a suit, playing with a pen holder in his palm, said in a rough voice.

"Boss Xu loves to laugh, this pen holder was originally made of agarwood, of course, there is a taste of agarwood, you are known as an antique expert, let Fu Dashao from the capital laugh. A fat middle-aged man said.

"Boss Li is right, the material of this pen holder is indeed agarwood. The tall and thin Guo Lao nodded in agreement.

As the saying goes, an inch of agarwood is an inch of gold. Agarwood is agarwood, agarwood is agarwood, and agarwood is the oil produced in agarwood trees, just like the relationship between cow and bezoar. Agarwood ranks first among the four incense - agarwood, sandalwood, ambergris and musk, which shows its preciousness.

Agarwood, on the other hand, is no different from ordinary wood, and it is not much more expensive. If this pen holder is indeed carved by agarwood, the price is around 1,000 yuan. Counting the exquisite carving, the price will not exceed two thousand.

"Do you know, where does the agarwood of this pen holder come from?" said the short, bald master surnamed Cai, shaking the paper fan, posing with a smug posture that had already been made in his chest.

"Master Cai, don't sell guanzi, isn't this agarwood from Malay or Cambodia?" one boss wondered.

"The smell of this agarwood, which smells mellow and has a hint of herbs, must have come from Kalimantan, but because you can still smell a faint milky aroma, you can directly determine that its origin is Daragan. Master Cai said eloquently.

"Wow——, it's still Lao Cai's knowledge, and Dalagan agarwood is the top agarwood!" Lao Yan, an antique dealer, applauded warmly and cheered loudly.

"Master Cai really deserves his reputation and is known as the first appraisal master in Lingnan, which is well deserved. Boss Xu's voice was extremely loud, and his voice was like Hong Zhongdao.

"Master Cai has good eyesight, and he is famous in China!" everyone praised.

"I spend more than 2 million a year to hire Master Cai, but I am not blind in vain. The white and fat boss surnamed Li had a smug face.

The pen holder was finally put back on the table, Wu Fan listened to the high talk of the veterans, admired in his heart, and couldn't help but reach out curiously to take the pen holder and observe it carefully.

Shangguan Juncai and the big bosses are all familiar with each other, came over to say hello, took a glass of wine and stood on the side, his blessed jewelry does not deal in antique cultural relics, but sometimes he is pulled by people to participate in such auctions.

"Ming Dynasty agarwood pine, bamboo and plum pen holder, outer agarwood, embedded in Dalagan agarwood, rich fragrance, called the crown of the pen holder, carved by Zhu Songlin of Jiading School during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty. There is an author's inscription at the bottom of the pen holder, which can be used as evidence. ”

In Wu Fan's mind, Fengyue Baojian suddenly displayed three lines of text, which startled Wu Fan. After careful reading, Wu Fan knew the ins and outs of this pen holder, and determined that it was a rare and precious antique in the world. ordered Fengyue Baojian to turn on the perspective function, and under Wu Fan's perspective, sure enough, the barrel body of the pen holder was clearly a two-layer structure.

"Big bosses, sit down and make a price for this little thing, the reserve price is 1,000 yuan. "There are many treasures in the trunk of the antique dealer Lao Yan, but he always starts with the least valuable ones.

Seven or eight big bosses and several masters all retreated to the sofa and sat down, and Wu Fan and Cheng Qiuyun also sat back in place. Three sets of long and short sofas are put together into a fan shape, and a few small coffee tables in front of them surround the table of eight immortals. This is the best way to arrange the auction so that everyone can see the auction items on the table clearly.

"One thousand one. "Immediately there were bids.

"One thousand two. Immediately, Boss Xu bid.

The asking price is 1100 yuan, and for the big bosses, 100 yuan is the money for a cup of coffee, or rather, it is not money at all. But you must know that if you buy a worthless handicraft at a large price, you will be laughed at by friends in the circle, not a matter of a little more or less price.

The loss of the festival is small, and the face is the largest!

Fu Dashao raised his hand, "One thousand eight", and then turned his head to look at Master Mao, as if asking if it was worth it.