Chapter Twenty-Eight: Double Happiness Comes to the Door

The middle-aged man first glanced at the teacup opposite him and smiled slightly. Reaching out and dipping it in the tea, he drew a circle on the table and circled the teacup.

"He said it, and he didn't move for the time being."

"What's more, what's the difference between moving and not moving?"

The middle-aged man's words, as well as what he had just done, made these subordinates puzzled.

However, they don't need to understand this middle-aged man's words, they just need to know how to do it.

"Yes!"

Early the next morning.

Zhang Yi woke up very early, and the first thing he had to do was to identify the strange "weighing stone" that he brought back with the Huanghuali pen holder.

The index finger of the right hand is placed on the "scale", and the voice in my head reappears.

"Qin Shi Huang's edict bronze power."

"Quan, which means weighing hammer, weighing weight, is the original source of words such as weighing. This Qin power is engraved with the edict of Qin Shi Huang after the unification of the six countries, the unification of weights and measures, a total of four crosses. The engraved words are deep and sharp, and the words are clear and rigorous. It is a direct witness to the unification of weights and measures of Qin Shi Huang, which has extremely high historical and cultural value, is very old, and has been preserved to this day, which is not easy. ”

"It's a pity that in the process of historical inheritance, the bottom of this thing has undergone many bumps, may I ask, is it repaired?"

Obviously, these many bumps must be what the old man said, and he used to smash walnuts at home.

In this way, this Qin Quan is indeed the true heirloom of the Qin Dynasty.

It would be a pity if it was damaged.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi was able to repair it.

"Fix!"

Zhang Yi didn't hesitate, for a moment, when he looked at this Qin Quan in reverse, he found that the bump marks at the bottom had all disappeared.

Next.

As usual, Zhang Yi first got up to wash, and then, before going out, he picked Xia Qianxun down from upstairs, put him on the sofa, and rubbed her medicine.

"Zhang Yi, yesterday's ...... I'm sorry! ”

Zhang Yi naturally didn't care about that matter.

"It's fine."

"Is there a wound on your arm? You okay? ”

"Small injury, not a big problem."

Originally, Xia Qianxun wanted to ask again, but Zhang Yi had already finished applying medicine to her. He took a handbag and hurriedly left Mingshanju.

Looking at Zhang Yiyuan's back, Xia Qianxun seemed to be thinking about something.

Leave Cuiwei Huafu.

Zhang Yi first went to the hospital to visit his mother, and then went to Uncle Chen's antique shop.

When he got there, Uncle Chen had just opened the door.

"Xiao Yi, so early?"

"Uncle Chen, the peeling operation of the Huanghuali pen holder has been completed."

"Guess what?"

Uncle Chen looked at Zhang Yi carefully, but he didn't see much excitement on Zhang Yi's face.

Of course, in fact, Zhang Yi was deliberately tense.

"Surely not, right? No...... It's not Huanghuali at all, right? I knew that the odds of picking up a leak in an antique store were too low......"

When Uncle Chen was halfway through his words, Zhang Yi had already taken out the Huanghuali pen holder.

When he saw this Huanghuali pen holder clearly, he was stunned.

The suede towel in his hand that wiped antiques also fell to the ground.

Next.

Uncle Chen held the Huanghuali pen holder in his hand.

I was speechless with excitement, and I almost burst into tears.

It took a long time for him to say.

"This turned out to be...... The best mountain and sea pattern sea yellow material? ”

"Although there are no ghost eyes, this is no worse than ghost eyes!"

"This carving, which complements the grain, is really ...... Beautiful! ”

Uncle Chen's reaction was expected by Zhang Yi, because Zhang Yi looked at Uncle Chen and smiled silently.

If you don't hold it in your hand, you will never be able to understand the charm of this sea yellow pen holder if you look at it so closely.

At this time, there was a voice from far away outside the door.

"Xiao Yi, are you here?"

"I've called you several times, but you don't answer, and you don't reply to WeChat!"

The voice of the man outside seemed very anxious.

Zhang Yi took out his mobile phone and took a look, and found that his mobile phone was on mute at night, and it was not vibrating, and he forgot to turn it back in the morning. There are more than a dozen missed calls on the top, and there are also more than a dozen WeChat messages, all of which are sent by Expert Peng.

Next, Expert Peng panicked into Uncle Chen's antique shop.

"Uncle Peng, I'm here!"

Without waiting for anything more, Expert Peng had already seen the Hainan Huanghuali pen holder in Uncle Chen's hand.

Uncle Chen hadn't seen enough, and Expert Peng went over, but without saying a word, he took it into his own hands.

And Uncle Chen stretched out his hand, and even wanted to take it back and continue to look at it.

The two of them are like two little children, competing for a favorite toy.

This scene also made Zhang Yi cry and laugh.

Expert Peng took this Huanghuali pen holder and looked at it carefully for a while, and his love was overflowing.

And Uncle Chen could only look at it with a blank look.

Expert Peng looked proud, and the thing was hugged tightly in his hand, for fear that Uncle Chen would snatch it.

"Xiao Chen, I have already given a deposit for this object, you can't rob it from me!"

Although Uncle Chen does not know calligraphy, he has no resistance to such good objects. When he saw the pen holder for the first time, he liked it very much.

However, compared to Expert Peng, his financial resources are still much weaker.

This pen holder, he thinks he has the fate to play with it in his hand, and he is very lucky.

"Xiao Yi, this pen holder, in addition to the deposit, I will add another million, you think about it and see if you can make a move?"

Expert Peng couldn't wait and made a direct bid.

For such a price, Uncle Chen is already powerless.

It's not that I can't afford it, but it's a bit difficult to buy it.

"Uncle Peng, your price is too high!"

However, Expert Peng smiled.

"Xiao Yi, although you Uncle Peng and I are appraisal experts, at the same time, we are also businessmen. Before I buy something, especially something I like, I always think about whether it is worth the price or not. ”

"If you sell me this Huanghuali pen holder for 200,000 yuan, I will definitely not buy it!"

For this statement, Zhang Yi felt novel.

"Uncle Peng, what does this mean?"

"The price of a good thing is an affirmation of its value. Since it's worth the price, it deserves enough respect from the price! ”

This kind of realm, anyway, is not something that Zhang Yi can understand now.

"Xiao Yi, my brother still has to settle accounts, since you and I are friends, and I am decades older than you, I must not take advantage of you!"

Seeing this, Uncle Chen also knew the character of Expert Peng, and also came over to persuade him.

"Xiao Yi, Expert Peng didn't talk to you politely, the price he said is also the price that can be shown in the auction for an object of this level."

As he spoke, he pulled out his auction reference catalogue.

Seeing this, Expert Peng also nodded and expressed his affirmation.

The words have already come to this, so Zhang Yi agreed.

Expert Peng was also very happy.

"By the way, Xiao Yi, you are double happy today!"

"You, Uncle Peng, and I, have brought you another piece of good news!"