"Auntie, can you show me what you have in hand?"

Sun Wenze said.

Sister Hong and Su Rong on the side were waiting expectantly to see her show her skills.

Sun Wenze took the notebook, and the movements in his hands were extremely standardized and careful, holding it with both hands, lest he break it.

Carefully place it on the clean counter, pick up a sensitive tweezer, and gently open the copy.

The calligraphy looks like it's not very old.

Sun Wenze looked at it carefully for a while, and shook his head at Sister Hong.

Tang Zheng suddenly saw that the old woman's eyes suddenly dimmed.

In fact, she has run many antique shops.

But every family did not recognize it, and the things left to her by his wife before leaving were devalued by them.

I didn't even want to make a price.

Seeing the gloom in the old woman's eyes, Tang Zheng's heart moved inexplicably.

For the elderly, especially the old woman, Tang Zheng always has an inexplicable closeness.

This may have something to do with Grandma Wang.

When Tang Zheng needed care and warmth the most, it was the neighbor Grandma Wang who gave him sincere care.

Grandma Wang's son, Wang Changqing, was in prison and couldn't get out for several years.

Grandma Wang is lonely and alone, making a living by picking up garbage.

But even so, she tried her best to care about Tang Zheng and felt sorry for Tang Zheng.

This old woman must have felt so sorry for her son.

"Ms. Sun, if you take a closer look, there may be something you haven't noticed."

Tang Zheng reminded.

Sun Wenze glanced at Tang Zheng in surprise.

How could Sun Wenze not understand what he meant?

With a solemn expression on his face, he clearly asked her to buy this copybook.

But the professional ethics of being an appraiser made her reluctant to say things against her will, so she said:

"Boss, how much do you think this calligraphy should be worth?"

Antiques, what we talk about are the origins, and what we tell is the stories.

Finally, we will talk about money.

Sun Wenze opened her mouth to talk about money, indicating that she understood Tang Zheng's meaning, but she was indirectly expressing her dissatisfaction.

In her opinion, this calligraphy is not a famous calligraphy, it is not an antique at all, it is just a work of art at most.

As for the sale money, it is not worth much at all......

"I think it seems to be a famous work, aunt, uncle, he must have cherished this calligraphy very much, right?"

As soon as Tang Zheng asked, the old woman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said with tears in her eyes:

"Yes, when the old man was alive, he was the most precious thing, and the child didn't let him see him if he wanted to."

The old woman looked at the notebook on the counter with a reluctant expression.

"Auntie, I think this calligraphy is in good condition, do you think this is okay, 100,000 yuan, let's keep it first." When your son is well and earns money, you can come and ask, maybe we will keep it for you then! ”

As soon as Tang Zheng's words fell, the old woman's tears flowed down:

"Good, good, good!"

The old woman's tone trembled.

She has lived most of her life, how can she not understand that the young man in front of her is helping her!

Otherwise, why is a calligraphy that no one else is bothering to bid for worth 100,000 yuan to him?

"In addition, auntie, you don't seem to have a good liver, remember not to work too hard, not to get angry."

Tang Zheng kindly advised.

The aunt nodded and stared at Tang Zheng vigorously.

It seems that I want to keep his appearance in mind.

Tang Zheng made a look, and Su Rong immediately took out 100,000 yuan in cash and sent it to her aunt:

"Auntie, it's not safe for you to take so much money, why don't I drive you back."

"Hey! Thank you so much, good girl! Thank you! ”

The old woman hugged a large bag of cash tightly, and reluctantly stroked the notebook:

"Wife, for the sake of our son's illness, I have wronged you for a while......"

With a ruthless stomp of her feet, the old woman turned her head and walked out of Yubaozhai.

Su Rong quietly gave Tang Zheng a thumbs up and hurriedly chased him out.

"You can't do that. An antique shop is not a charity shop. ”

Sun Wenze's cold voice came.

Tang Zheng smiled freely:

"It's just a rescue. Make good karma and get good results. ”

Tang Zheng handed the notebook on the counter to Sister Hong casually:

"Keep it safe...... Forget it, let's just put it in the safe. ”

Sister Hong's eyes widened:

"It's just an ordinary notebook, so why put it in a safe? It's not a master's work. ”

Tang Zheng's eyes were deep:

"It may be ordinary to us, but to the old man, it is her most precious thing."

As he spoke, the phone rang.

"Uncle Qing, what are you looking for me?"

The call came from Wang Changqing.

His voice, with its usual heaviness:

"That's right, didn't you open an antique shop, and it just so happened that the boss was going to the antique street today to pick up a few gifts. I think you might be more knowledgeable and want you to help you give you a long look. ”

Tang Zheng nodded suddenly:

"Okay, you're here, just come to me."

On the other side of the phone, there was a slight pause.

"What's wrong? Anything else? ”

Tang Zheng frowned, Uncle Qing's personality has always been straightforward, why did he suddenly become abnormal?

Over there, Uncle Qing hesitated for a while before saying:

"Tang Zheng, Song Xinmei and I are ready to get married."

Tang Zheng was immediately overjoyed:

"Married? Wow! This is a great event, Uncle Qing, what are you embarrassed about. ”

Tang Zheng was sincerely happy for Uncle Qing.

The future aunt Song Xinmei, Tang Zheng has seen, and she is a really good woman.

Uncle Qing will definitely be happy if he marries her.

Thinking that Uncle Qing would get married, and Grandma Wang would be able to hold her grandson, Tang Zheng felt really happy in his heart.

"Boss Tang, there is a person outside who wants to see you by name, it seems that he ...... It's not a small one. ”

Instructor Hong came in and said.

Tang Zheng glanced out, "Oh? Then I'll take a look. ”

Tang Zheng walked out of the door and saw a black BMW blocked at the door of Yubaozhai.

Seeing Tang Zheng come out, the window glass fell silently:

"You are Tang Zheng?"

A young man, frowning impatiently.

Tang Zheng's eyes sank and nodded.

"I heard you bloomed Imperial Green? Ten million! Give it to me! ”

The young man's face was arrogant, and his mouth was full of command.

Tang Zheng's brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted to ignore this rude guy.

But Nian was open to do business in Yubao Zhai, and he couldn't help it.

At this time, Sister Hong walked to Tang Zheng's side and replied politely:

"I'm sorry sir, we have a piece of imperial green jadeite in our store, but we don't have any plans to sell it now."

"Yo, beauty."

When the young man saw Sister Hong, who was dressed in professional clothes, his eyes swept over her plump legs wrapped in meat stockings, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

"Click."

The car door opened, and he got out of the car with his eyes flashing in his suit.

He glanced at Tang Zheng with disdain:

"I never like to talk to people with my head up. Let's go, let's talk to your store. ”

With that, he took the lead and walked to the store on his own.