Unfortunately, Renai's time was too tight, and he had to mail the specific contract back when he returned to California, so that he could become an art agent for the beauty of the world as soon as possible. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the lifeblood of supply was tightly grasped by Qin Guan, don't you say that the price of China's commercial artworks is really cheap.

Can it not be cheap, even if these kinds are intangible cultural heritage, the price that can be sold to Chinese is 30 yuan!

This is the rhythm that will be ridiculed to death by many housewives, but people just like it.

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As the layout of the store was gradually filled, the crowd of onlookers at the door increased, and if it weren't for Guo Nuoyan blocking a sign that would open tomorrow on the road, it is estimated that the group of people would have rushed in to scramble.

A small Suzhou embroidery ornament is placed on a treasure shelf painted with purple lacquer, and the golden sunlight is projected, and the fluffy kitten plays with the hydrangea on the top, which is lifelike.

The green, yellow and white 'Customized Tang San Colored Rouge Box with Lid' contains Yangzhou 'Xie Fuchun' duck egg powder made with soybean flour and rice flour.

In the transparent glass bottle is ice musk oil with the functions of black hair, descaling, anti-itching and detoxification.

All of them carry the mysterious heritage of ancient China.

The beauties outside the door exclaimed, the more this group of people looked at the goods on the table, the more excited they became, this is a store for artists, this is simply a haute couture store for the rich!

Just looking at the value of these works of art, you can see the cunning of this young Asian shopkeeper, who sells the most ordinary collections in bulk, while the real goodies, exquisite goods, are all taken out later.

Qin Guan opened the penultimate box, but under the gaze of a group of onlookers, he took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped the floating soil in his hand with a silk handkerchief as white as falling snow very reverently, and put the handkerchief on the grocery box casually.

He gently lifted the object inside, with a hint of obsession, and slowly read: "How can the jewels in the world be taken, is it like a pill of mud in Yangxian..."

The slight sweat from work did not affect the Asian boy's face, and he was reading poems in Chinese that most of the people present could not understand, and his slightly closed eyes and gently shaking his head showed his relaxed and happy mood everywhere.

It is like a scholar in a green robe, rustling in the bamboo forest, blowing in the breeze, using the light-colored purple sand in his hand to drink a cup of tea called Tianyuan.

'Bang Bang Bang' applause rang out one after another, outside the door.

Lao Mei doesn't understand Zisha, doesn't understand poetry, doesn't understand feelings, they understand that the person in front of them is just as beautiful as a painting.

Qin Guan smiled at the people outside the door, and gently placed the purple sand made by Mr. Gu Jingzhou in the center of the compartment, and everyone's eyes moved with Qin Guan's slender finger movements.

In the compartment where the sun does not shine, this small pocket pot shaped like a lotus flower reveals its true face.

The round belly is smooth, the pattern is clear, the lid and the body of the pot are tightly seamed as one, and the beautiful handle is like the stem of the lotus leaf, with the playfulness of summer.

The most mysterious thing is that in the shady corner, this purple clay pot reflects a scorching, like a dot of gold sand, which is simply noble and elegant to the extreme.

The English-style white teapot is like the mud under the feet in front of it, and it can't be too faced, so that the shelf will not fall into the nobility of the king of the pot.

The shock wave was simply wave after wave, and everyone was stunned before it could last for two minutes, just when Cong Nianwei opened the last box, it was completely crazy and erupted.

Nanjing Yunjin, a brocade in hand, I have the world.

Well, that's not an exaggeration.

In a society where modern textile technology is so advanced, Nanjing Yunjin still maintains its traditional characteristics and unique skills.

Yunjin is named because of its bright and brilliant color and beauty like clouds in the sky.

It is the first of the four famous brocades in China.

The cloud brocade that Cong Nianwei was holding in her arms was specially made by the manufacturer, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was difficult to find in the world.

The bottom of the cloud brocade is the whole body of red silk satin, through the special weaving method of Nanjing cloud brocade, the gold thread, silver thread, copper wire, and silk, silk silk, all kinds of birds and beasts of the feathers are woven into a whole piece of brocade.

Because of the complexity of the production process, the Nanjing Yunjin in Cong Nianwei's hand, which is only two meters wide and less than five meters long, is the most expensive among all the works of art.

"Let's let's go in!"

"Miss! Can you show us the fabric in your hand? We are from Dior Design Studio! ”

Guo Nuoyan at the door was almost not eaten alive by this group of crazy women, his nostrils were gouged out, his cheeks were pulled, his shoes were crushed, and the crazy women were about to break through the last barrier.

It was Qin Guan's words again, which quieted down the people outside the venue: "This is not for sale, and it will be publicly auctioned at the designer's top material auction when the time comes..."

Shrimp! If you do this, it will be too much, and then those top predators will be able to let their group of little designers succeed? You're kidding?

Qin Guan gave Cong Nianwei a look, and his girlfriend carefully opened a storage box and stored this piece of cloud brocade.

"But the piece just now is not for sale, you must know that some smaller ones can still be sold."

Speaking of this, Qin Guan took out the last goods from the bottom of the box, five sealed and beautiful paper tubes, quite like the shell of the kaleidoscope that he was obsessed with when he was a child.

With two beautiful fingers, the objects in the paper tube were slowly pulled out, and a beautiful silk scarf with a natural silk pendant was displayed in front of the eyes of all crazy designers.

Thin, as light as cicada wings, transparent, the sunlight does not hesitate to penetrate the dense weaving thread, bright, bright color as if given by nature's most favored gift.

The weave of the wind and clouds is different from the rich and compelling red brocade just now, with the melancholy of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, telling the feelings of thousands of years of circulation.

Everyone was silent, and their eyes shone with the light of ambition, and all the people around them were their enemies.

'Bang''

The cylinders were opened in turn, and the five silk scarves revealed their true faces, just like the ladies in the boudoir, finally reaching the age of marriage.

Chunlan and autumn chrysanthemums, each with its own merits, and the fascination of Europeans and Americans with silk is suppressed in the cracks of the bones.

The production of the Vermont embroidery workshops was somewhat lacking before these true boudoirs.

The voices of outsiders were cold and trembling, but the heat in their hearts kept surging.

"Dear boss, no! Art Collectors! What about the price of silk scarves? ”

Qin Guan's big white teeth swayed in front of their eyes, and the silk scarf that made them dizzy with him also swayed in his hands, which was just as dazzling. (To be continued.) )