He Zi'an deliberately wanted to borrow the microphone after erasing the zero, for Shang Wei.

You must know that Shang Wei has a good skin, and his IQ is more than enough than the bottom, but he has a shy personality, which led to Cheng Xiangya, who has been married to Cheng Xiangya for decades, who thinks differently from ordinary people, and suffers a big loss.

In his previous life, he was heartbroken, but unfortunately his brother's personality stereotype couldn't be changed, so as soon as he was reborn, he secretly planned to train hard while his brother was in his early twenties, not seeking to turn into an extroverted personality, but just to be better than in his previous life.

At this moment, when he used the microphone to take a roll call, Shang Wei instantly shrank his body into the coffee table.

Huang Anan was a little unbearable, and said: "Assistant Shang's personality is quite good, there is no need to toss around." ”

After speaking, Huang Anan jumped off the stage and walked to Box No. 9.

"I'm not grateful, I'm helping you train your assistant." He Zi'an took the microphone and complained.

Huang Anan turned his head and glared, he hurriedly shrunk his neck, after all, he still needed the help of the other party, and then turned back to greet Kunyun who came on stage.

At this moment, Kunyun forgot that he was the first to provoke, and his face was unhappy, why didn't he wait for the transaction to be over, and he had to toss in front of his peers who were full of anger in the hall.

He Zi'an turned off the microphone and said with a smile: "I bought Chongbao so hard, of course I hope that someone will witness it together, and you are the most suitable to look at the audience." ”

"The shameful thing, just that broken bowl, I'm not afraid to tell you, it was the one I picked for Dashan back then, and it is more useless than the bowl you eat at home." Kunyun said disdainfully.

"The testimony of love must be priceless." He Zi'an retorted.

Not only Kunyun ridiculed, but the audience who got close to the audience heard it, and they all laughed out loud, saying that he was in a hurry and crazy.

At this time, Huang Anan returned to the stage with a woven bag, and a staff member took out the contract.

"Can you give me a discount?" He Zi'an cut the service fee with Huang An'an.

According to today's rules, if the service fee is less than 50,000 pieces, Quanxiu Hall will take 5%, and the 'love of the desert snow-colored prince' is 20,000 yuan, so you will have to give 1,000 yuan.

There was a burst of boos from the audience, and some people scolded him that since he was distressed about money, why did he want to do it, can he die if he apologized to Lin Guo?

Stage.

Kunyun felt that it was too embarrassing, and wanted to go down early after signing, so he said: "We will pay the service fee." ”

"Shopkeeper Kun is so generous, thank you." He Zi'an hugged his fist.

"Hurry." Kunyun said with a dark face.

Subsequently, under the witness of Huang An'an, the two parties signed a transaction contract, and He Zi'an paid 19,100 cents.

The staff helped with some money.

"Borrow the stage." He Zi'an said to Huang An'an.

"You go down quickly." Everyone in the audience cheered together.

After He Zi'an finished speaking, he bent down and reached out in the woven bag, took out a small hammer and a special-shaped file and put them on the table, and then in the midst of everyone's abuse, he picked up the white porcelain bowl on the table with his left hand, and held a small hammer in his right hand, and said: "After the Zhao and Song dynasties, people tend to be obscure about love, if anyone can read it, they will know the romance." ”

Huang An'an was an appraiser who was about to enter the Grandmaster, so he immediately realized that he would come over and lean closer and said, "It's impossible." ”

"Have you done it?" He Zi'an asked in front of the hammer.

Without waiting for Huang Anan to respond, the old brother who was close to the stage said sarcastically: "As a poor ghost, you spent 20,000 yuan for a worthless face, so you are distressed to the point of dementia, I think you are." ”

Everyone echoed in unison, the closest to He Zi'an, and Kunyun, who was waiting to get the money, had the loudest voice.

"This is the gap between us, I can go around the trigram room where I can't even spend money, and I can still have a good conversation with the shopkeeper of the Lin family in the first-class box, and then I can be the protagonist on the stage, and you can only be the audience offstage."

He Zi'an retorted, and the voice clearly entered everyone's ears through the microphone in Huang An'an's hand.

"The protagonist? If you dream of the Spring and Autumn Festival, you are a deflated clown. Kunyun's taunt was echoed by everyone.

He Zi'an turned around and said, "Hard-mouthed, wait." ”

After speaking, he held the porcelain bowl in his left hand, tapped the hammer on the porcelain bowl with his right hand, and circled the bowl half a circle from the top.

Everyone was already tired of scolding, so they waited for this scene to end with black faces, only Kunyun was rolling his eyes and sneering.

Click, click, click!

The porcelain bowl cracked in response, and the shards fell one after another, and soon the bottom of the bowl remained.

Unlike broken porcelain, the bottom of the bowl does not have any missing feet, it is a regular circle.

"Ink Disc!" Huang Anan blurted out.

"Yes."

He Zi'an nodded affirmatively, replaced the small hammer in his right hand with a special-shaped file, and scraped it quickly on the surface of the dish, and the white powder flew.

At this time, the audience booed and scolded a lot less.

After dozens of knives, He Zi'an stopped, and his left hand was covered with white powder with the ink disc.

"Look at it." He deliberately looked diagonally opposite the third floor, which belonged to the peony room.

"Ugly people do a lot of weirdness." Lin Guo leaned against the railing and sneered.

He Zi'an smiled and shook his hands, and the adhered white powder broke away one after another, revealing the ink disc he was holding in his palm.

The ink disc has changed greatly, the base is navy blue, and there are stars of gold and white, like a starry night sky.

"Could it be Xinghua Qingzhan?" Huang Anan exclaimed.

In view of Huang An'an's identity and ability, as soon as the words came out, the scene was instantly silent, and everyone's eyes were on the ink disc.

He Zi'an was very generous, holding the ink disc in his left hand and showing it to the audience, and said: "In Luoyuan County, Minhai, in the fifth year of Tongzhi, there is a Xiucai named Wang Nian who fell in love with a girl from the north who followed Zhixian County......"

The Wang family of Luoyuan County, since the end of the Ming Dynasty, is a famous porcelain burner in Minhai, good at white porcelain, black lamp, because of exquisite craftsmanship, the products are loved by several prefectures and nobles around.

When the time came to Wang Nian's generation, it was more about reading and not touching crafts at home.

When he was nineteen years old, he met his beloved girl and begged his family to say goodbye, but the girl's family disagreed, on the grounds that at least it was Xiucai, but after the township test, the other party said that Xiucai was useless and had craftsmanship.

I never thought that he was so talented that he would burn the black celadon color that had been lost for hundreds of years.

After that, he rushed to the girl's house with porcelain, but was still rejected by the magistrate, because what the other party really wanted was to marry the prefect's family.

In a fit of anger, he went to the provincial government to complain, and with the support of the prefect, he married a beautiful woman, but unfortunately the girl died in childbirth the next year.

Later, the grief-stricken Wang Nian devoted himself to porcelain burning, indirectly expanding the family's reputation to several surrounding provinces.

Later, it was only fired out of ordinary products, and ordinary people's annual income could not buy it, and it was even more difficult to find it as a 'Xinghua Qingzhan' in the boutique.

In the 20 years of the industry, only 10 pieces were burned, and his favorite is called one, called 'Double Butterfly', because the pattern is like a star, and like a pair of two butterflies dancing together in the night sky.

At this time, He Zi settled down, turned the ink disc he was holding in his left hand in a different direction, and the bottom was facing each other, before he continued: "The two seals are Wang Nian and his wife Kunli, and there is a rice carving on them, which is the process of the two getting to know each other. ”

Huang An'an got the moon first near the water building, and took a closer look.

"Impossible, fake." Kunyun shook his head and shouted, "In the first year of Daoguang, my ancestor's tomb was destroyed by a typhoon, and the butterfly flower, which was used as a burial object, ran to the sea with the flood into the Min River. ”