Chapter 4: The Day of Her Death

The man in the video hurriedly took out the name of the family façade.

"This person is my uncle, everyone should have heard of it.

I can't be trusted, so please be merciful.

Originally, I was looking at girls who were very good-looking, and I wanted to have fun.

Unexpectedly, people are hard power, and you can see it at a glance. ”

The comment area began to brush gifts, and the traffic exploded for a while!

Zhong Wuyan felt that she was very lucky, and her first order was a treasure customer.

Soon, the second customer, the old man, connected to the video.

The old man had a strong Beijing flavor in his mouth, and then he carried a cage of birds and opened an ink painting.

"Little girl, I just saw that you are very good at appreciating paintings, look at it, how is my painting?"

The ink painting shows two birds clinging to the rocks, the picture is beautiful and clean, and the feathers of the birds are clearly rooted and lifelike. A few willow leaves fell under the engraved scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and when the wind blew, it became the feeling of the wall box painting of the nobles in the capital.

The uncle deliberately covered up the signature on the painting.

Zhong Wuyan goes in and out of auctions all year round, and because she loves handicrafts very much, she even set up a private museum to put the monuments to enjoy.

Naturally, these things can't escape her eyes.

"The painting is delicate and delicate, really elegant, and the Chinese calligraphy and painting are circulating.

This four-piece screen of flowers and birds was auctioned ten years ago, and the auction price at that time was one million.

Yan Bolong's true handiwork. He is good at delicate depictions of flowers and birds, and his brushstrokes are extremely smart.

It's a pity that you are only one of the four screens, which can be worth 300,000. ”

The old man was immediately excited, and shook the bird cage staggeringly.

"Hey! This little girl still has some skills! I thought the last one was To. ”

[I've never seen such a fine feather, the anchor sends you a big rocket, amazing!] ]

[What does a streamer do?] It's not from the appraisal center, it's not from the auction, it's better than a star! ]

Then a customer swiped a 100-dollar prop gift.

Then he brought a string of yellow bracelets in front of him.

The bracelet is yellow and white, with a smooth oil surface.

"Teacher, I don't know if you can see Huanghuali?"

"This string of things is not Huanghuali, where were you deceived?"

The man instantly became excited, "Are you sure?" ”

Zhong Wuyan has played with this kind of thing before, and her house is full of all kinds of tables, up to the Western Zhou Dynasty, the Huanghuali of the Qing Dynasty, and the golden silk nan table with dragon scale pattern...... She could almost tell 100 percent at a glance.

"No, this one looks like it should be a golden silk tiger skin pattern or a gold thread pattern.

The texture of Huanghuali is without gold wire, you can smell it to see if there is any fragrance of nanmu. ”

The man wanted to cry without tears, "Then I bought it for tens of thousands." ”

"You can claim compensation from him, it's a consumer fraud."

[That's right!] You can lose a little more money this way! ]

[My relatives also have a table of huanghuali at home, and millions of dollars bought it, I don't know if it's true?] ]

[I also have a bracelet that was given by a friend, and I haven't known the price?] ]

Zhong Yanyan later looked at the items that needed handicrafts one after another, and the real and false were mixed half.

Everyone is willing to appreciate the treasure in the live broadcast room, and go to the treasure appraisal agency outside, it is estimated that they will not tell you the real price so clearly, and they may also pit you with money.

Handicrafts, cultural toys, these things, it is inexplicable to tell the truth or falsehood.

Those appraisal centers, they are afraid that the industry will find trouble, and sometimes they are vague.

[Follow the anchor, what an interesting live broadcast, is the anchor there every day?] ]

[I have a treasure that I guess will move in tomorrow, and she will definitely not recognize it.] ]

[It's really amazing, my cousin is doing appraisals, he has been doing it for more than ten years, and he is not as good as this little girl!] You can see the origin of the vintage object at a glance, which is really speechless! ]

She harvested a whole bunch of people's doubts and adoration, and patiently sowed for two hours.

backstage, a total of several thousand yuan was earned.

Most of them are men with thangkas and old men with flowers and birds who have been brushing gifts.

Her account has also increased a lot of fans.

It stands to reason that she is happy, and originally thought that everything was difficult at the beginning, and she accumulated a lot.

Unexpectedly, today is off to a good start.

——

In a quiet villa.

The vulture's blindfold was opened, and it struck its prey with a steady and fierce bite.

But when he turned his eyes to the man standing in front of the window, the vulture folded its wings and shook its fur to look much more docile.

"Mr. Fu, the owner of the venture capital company in Beijing, has returned from abroad."

"Did he smell it?"

With a clear face, he is dressed in a formal suit, and the customized gray dark pattern suit makes the whole person noble and ascetic, and his muscles can be faintly seen in the black pants.

The bottom of the eye is like a long tunnel, with no end in sight, and no anger and self-authority.

It should have been a tsunami from the coast, and it ate people silently.

The assistant has always felt that his boss's aura is terrifying, but he will not resign even if he dies, because he is generous! Rich to rich.

"We are still tracking, Mr. Fu, this is Miss Li's information."

"Moral character, gentle personality, no bad record......"

He chuckled, remembering today's incident, Xu Yaochuan would appear later, and the entire hotel would be smashed by her.

"Mr. Fu, the information is indeed correct. Perhaps, the rabbit is in a hurry and bites. ”

He pondered for a moment, "Look it up again." ”

"Mr. Fu, are you afraid that someone will use a stand-in to harm you?"

He was silent.

Then, he walked over to the desk and pressed the cigarette to the ashtray.

Roll up your sleeves, gently take out the painting in the bamboo tube, and slowly untie the rope to reveal it in front of you.

It was a face that was highly similar to Li Yanyan.

There are no moles at the corners of the eyes, and the eyebrows are raised.

The facial features are so thin that only the silhouette remains, not gentle, but arrogant.

The woman in the painting has a chilling look in her eyes, dressed in a modified blue-yellow silk garment, with the neckline embroidered with the stitching of intangible cultural heritage.

The bones of the body seem to have a strong aura, supporting this white and weak skin and flesh.

She doesn't like to laugh, and her smile is as cold as a water bird.

It seems that her whole life is a trapped butterfly specimen, and the ending is destined to be sad.

This is the appearance of gold and silver wealth, and it is also the appearance of being mean and ruthless.

This is the only self-portrait painting left by the eldest lady of the former richest man Zhong family after the bones were separated.

In addition, the chairman painted it by hand and asked someone to embroider it with gold wire.

"Pay attention to the movements of the Xu family, and when the time is ripe, attack the key points, I will give him to my sister.

I dreamed yesterday that my sister said she was so lonely......"

The assistant is sweating, this has already killed so many people to accompany the eldest lady, and it shouldn't be lonely.

"Tomorrow, pick a few bunches of gardenias from the yard and prepare them."

The assistant estimated the time, and tomorrow was Miss Zhong's death day.

"Boss, that'...... Which person's ashes are you going to choose this time to bring to Miss Zhong? ”

"She still likes her second uncle the most, and she brings her second uncle's to make her happy."

The assistant felt that after staying with Mr. Fu for a long time, he was becoming more and more perverted.

Since the eldest lady was killed, the boss has often been like this.

"Over the years, I have helped countless people.

Why won't she wake up? Did she blame me for not protecting her and refusing to come to see me? ”

The assistant listened to him at least once a day.

He didn't believe in these gods and ghosts......