Lin Yuqin chattered and said a lot, but in Fang Heng's opinion, this matter was actually not complicated, but Song Wencheng had a hobby, that is, he liked antiques, but he didn't like anything, whether it was jade, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, etc., he liked it all.

In the past, the ones I bought were not very expensive, mostly a few thousand or one or two thousand, and the buying and selling were not frequent, and I could buy three or four pieces a year.

Although Lin Yuqin was distressed, she couldn't say anything when she saw that Song Wencheng was happy.

Recently, Song Wencheng didn't know where to meet an intermediary surnamed Wang, it is said that the antiques introduced by him are all genuine and treasures, none of them are fake, not long ago, Song Wencheng bought a bowl from the intermediary surnamed Wang.

It is said that what kind of blue and white porcelain or what, anyway, Lin Yuqin doesn't understand and is not interested, so she doesn't care, only the price makes her feel pain, and she doesn't know what kind of ecstasy soup Song Wencheng was poured in, so she spent 100,000 yuan to buy the bowl, and since then she has no good face for the intermediary surnamed Wang.

Now that she heard that the man surnamed Wang was coming again, and that he was going to eat here, she would of course feel angry.

After humming angrily for a long time, in the end, because he was afraid of Fang Heng and didn't want to leave a bad impression in front of him, he restrained his mood, and then announced that he was going to the amusement park to play and recover his mood.

Auntie, you just went out and came back this morning, aren't you tired?

Fang Heng seemed to feel that his legs and stomach were twitching, but Lin Yuqin did look in a bad mood before, if he wanted to say no, it seemed a little unkind, right?

So in the end, the two of them went out of the house again, went to a nearby amusement park, and played all the various amusement facilities in it.

Although he said that he would let the surnamed Wang eat the broken leaves, on the way back, Lin Yuqin still went to the vegetable market to buy some fish and meat, and then took Fang Heng home.

After arriving home, seeing that there was still some time and sweating after playing all afternoon, Lin Yuqin said that she was going to take a bath, leaving Fang Heng alone in the living room to watch TV.

Just as he was watching the news with relish, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind him, and turned his head to see that it was Song Wencheng, who had not yet reached the end of work.

In addition to Song Wencheng, there were two people behind him, one was older and looked to be in his forties, about the same age as Song Wencheng, and the other was obviously much younger, estimated to be twenty-five or sixteen.

The young man was holding a rectangular wooden box in his arms, which was presumably an antique.

Looking at this volume, it should be a vase, right? Fang Heng guessed.

Song Wencheng entered the door, glanced at it, and saw Fang Heng sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Hengheng, where is your aunt?" ”

"Auntie is taking a bath." Fang Heng replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in his forties exclaimed in surprise: "Huh? Old Song, why haven't you been here for a while, and you have an extra daughter in your family? Or the children of your relatives' family? ”

Faced with this problem, Song Wencheng couldn't explain it in front of Fang Heng, so he could only say vaguely: "It's a long story, I'll talk about this later." Let's take a look at things first! ”

Seeing that Song Wencheng didn't want to say more, the middle-aged man saw something meaningful, so he didn't ask more.

The three of them each sat down on the sofa, and the young man put the wooden box in his arms on the coffee table.

This appearance couldn't help but make Fang Heng curious, and he stopped watching TV, and instead stared at the wooden box, only to see the young man open the lid of the box, revealing a wide-mouthed vase inlaid in yellow brocade.

"Old Song, you see, it's this vase. Blue and white pastel fish playing in the water. As he spoke, the middle-aged man took out a vase from the box and put it on the coffee table, and then he didn't know where it was, so he took out a magnifying glass and put it on the side of the vase as a backup: "This is the heirloom of the Xiao Liu family!" ”

Song Wencheng didn't speak, first grabbed the mouth of the bottle with one hand, and held the bottom of the bottle with the other, turning it while looking at it carefully.

After looking at it for a while, he picked up the spare magnifying glass on the coffee table and began to observe it in more detail.

Seeing Song Wencheng's appearance, the middle-aged man didn't bother, just waited quietly for Song Wencheng to finish reading.

Not long after, Song Wencheng put down the magnifying glass, and the middle-aged man spoke: "Old Song, how is it?" Is it genuine? When he said this, he was full of confidence: "I have never sold fakes!" ”

Song Wencheng neither nodded nor shook his head, only muttered vaguely, and then said, "Make a bid!" ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You are also lucky." This vase is the heirloom of Xiao Liu's family, but the family is in urgent need of money recently, so they are ready to sell it cheaper - a fixed price: 200,000! ”

"This ......!" Song Wencheng was speechless for a while, not that he couldn't come up with the money, but that he spent 100,000 yuan to buy a bowl last time, and he was nagged by his wife for a long time, and now he spends more money to buy a vase, and I'm afraid it won't be as simple as chattering when the time comes.

Fang Heng, who heard this price on the side, was also amazed in his heart, a vase actually cost 200,000, no wonder Lin Yuqin was angry.

For people who are not interested in antiques, no matter how much there is a historical vase, it is still a vase, except for being able to put it on the table, it is useless at all, it is better to buy a few plates and bowls, and it can still be used to serve food, isn't it?

But for those who love antiques and have studied this, antiques are the favorites, a real antique, whether it is a vase or a painting or painting, you can not only appreciate the culture of thousands of years ago from above, but also feel the historical atmosphere above.

For those who like to collect antiques, the happiest thing is to hold a genuine piece and appreciate it, just like reading a novel.

As for the price...... It's hard to buy a favorite with money, don't you see those genuine plastic villains who are amazingly expensive, and there are also a large number of people who save money to buy and collect?

Not to mention that antiques can still retain their value.

However, if Song Wencheng really wanted to take out 200,000 yuan to buy it, he was either reluctant, or he was worried that his wife would be angry, so he naturally hesitated.

Judging from what he said just now, this middle-aged man is obviously the intermediary surnamed Wang that Lin Yuqin hates.

After seeing Song Wencheng's hesitation, this Wang intermediary was not in a hurry, he was already used to such a customer, and began to persuade on the side.

Fang Heng originally planned to sit here and see if Song Wencheng was really willing to spend so much money to buy a vase, but at this moment, he suddenly heard Lin Yuqin calling his name on the other side of the stairs.

"Hengheng! Hengheng! ”

"It's coming!"

Fang Heng responded, he could only leave the living room, walked in the direction of the stairs, turned a corner, and saw Lin Yuqin, who had just finished taking a bath, exuding the fragrance of shower gel, with a bath towel wrapped around his head and a bathrobe, standing on the last few steps from the ground.

She was probably going to go downstairs, but when she was about to get downstairs, she heard a sound in the living room and stopped.

In line with the psychology of not looking at it in vain, and seeing it in vain, Fang Heng looked Lin Yuqin up and down, and admired it in his heart, although this Lin Yuqin is in her forties, her figure is really good, her skin is really white, and she is beautiful; Song Wencheng really married a good wife.

Lin Yuqin didn't care about Fang Heng's gaze, and only asked in a low voice, "Hengheng, did your Uncle Song bring someone back?" ”

"It's two." Fang Heng corrected.

"No matter if there are two of them, there must be one of them who is the intermediary of the surnamed Wang." Lin Yuqin was a little depressed, but still advised: "It's not too early, Hengheng went to the kitchen to help Auntie pick vegetables...... I went to change my clothes and came down again. ”

"Good!" Fang Heng nodded, turned around and walked to the kitchen, while Lin Yuqin also turned back to go upstairs to change clothes.

Not long after, Lin Yuqin really changed her dress and came down.

Although she hated the intermediary surnamed Wang, in the spirit of hospitality, she still went to the living room to say hello, made tea, and then went into the kitchen, and with Fang Heng's assistance, she made dinner.

The two of them were busy in the kitchen, and the noise was loud when stir-frying, so they couldn't feel any movement in the living room.

Not long after, when Fang Heng began to serve the dishes and set up the dishes and chopsticks, the sky had already darkened, and Song Wencheng greeted the Wang intermediary and the young man to the table very warmly.

There are men here, and it is indispensable to drink, but the three of them are also very restrained, talking while drinking.

Although Lin Yuqin was unhappy in her heart, she was not rude, and she entertained the middle-aged and young people like normal guests.

At this time, Fang Heng knew that this middle-aged man was indeed the intermediary surnamed Wang, called Wang Yiting, and the young man was Xiao Liu, who was in urgent need of money in the mouth of the previous Wang intermediary.

That vase is the heirloom of the Xiao Liu family.

This Wang intermediary probably also knew that Lin Yuqin didn't treat him very well, and didn't talk much about vases at the dinner table, but began to brag about all kinds of strange things he had encountered over the years in appraising antiques.

What a spiritual jade pendant, a smoking vase, a porcelain bowl that absorbs moonlight, and so on.

It is said to be as if it were the truth.

This made Fang Heng, who had already encountered similar strange things, couldn't help but wonder in his heart, was this Wang intermediary bragging, or had he really encountered such a thing?

If it was before, he would definitely think that this Wang intermediary was bragging, but he only met a female ghost yesterday, and he also wore a Buddhist bead bracelet on his wrist that turned him into a girl, and he had already experienced it himself, so naturally he would not draw too decisive conclusions.

But in the end, he still listened to what Wang said as a story, and as for the truth or falsehood, he had no ability to explore.

After the meal, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

Fang Heng helped Lin Yuqin clean up the dishes and chopsticks, while Song Wencheng, Wang and the young man named Xiao Liu returned to the living room and continued to discuss the vase.

When Fang Heng came out after he was busy, he happened to see Song Wencheng sending Wang Intermediary and the young man Xiao Liu out, and he took a look and found that the wooden box containing the vase was placed on the coffee table.

Is this negotiated?

Fang Heng was a little curious, he didn't know how much Song Wencheng took this vase at a price of how many thousand, and he felt that it was estimated that it would be less than one or two thousand, right?

Song Wencheng quickly sent someone back, came to the coffee table, picked up the wooden box, and walked towards the stairs, probably to put it up.

At this time, Lin Yuqin also happened to come out of the kitchen, glanced at the direction where Song Wencheng went, and shouted directly to Fang Heng in the living room: "Hengheng, my uncle and I have something to discuss, you watch TV obediently!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Fang Heng to respond, she followed Song Wencheng and went upstairs.

It seems that this is going to settle accounts.

Fang Heng thought in his heart.