"My shop is a century-old shop, and the goldsmith is also an old craftsman who has been making goldware for more than 30 years. His craftsmanship is absolutely beyond praise.
If you really want to make it, then I can call our goldsmith to come over and you can have a chat with him in person!" The sales lady was very enthusiastic.
You must know that their "Jin Qifu" customization business is notoriously expensive. The craftsmanship fee for a piece can be as much as the price of buying a piece of jewelry, and the employees who introduce it will also give you a share.
"Okay, but how long will it take to get there?" Xiao Yiqing is really anxious to find clues now. She doesn't care if she asks him to make a ring with this pattern. It won't cost tens of thousands.
It doesn't matter if it's 8,000 yuan.
"I'm from the front and back of the store. It's quick. I can be there in five minutes. There is a rest area there and drinks are provided. Just wait a moment!" The sales lady pointed to the sofa not far away and said.
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"Thanks!"
What Xiao Yiqing is worried about now is whether her mother is having an affair and whether she has an illegitimate daughter. Is leaving such a necklace to herself just to let her find her illegitimate daughter?
female.
The uncle from the ethnic minority whom I met in Hainan before said that her mother had been saying that someone was going to kill her. Now that these two things are connected, the fact that Bai Nanmeng paid to kill her is no longer so certain.
I was sure it was because she seemed to be taking my mother's place. If my mother really had an illegitimate daughter, and if my father knew about it at the time, he would most likely hate my mother!
Then it’s possible that mom’s car accident was caused by dad and Bai Nanmeng’s conspiracy!
If it was Bai Nanmeng who killed his mother, then there would be no conflict in his heart except hatred. Then if his father killed his mother by creating the illusion of a car accident, then what should he do?
If this is really the reasoning, I may not be able to live a good life for the rest of my life, and I may go crazy thinking about what kind of family and parents this is...
"Girl, do you want custom jewelry?" A man in his fifties walked up to Xiao Yiqing. He was short in stature and wore work clothes with the words "Golden Seven Blessings" printed on them. He looked very easy-going.
Xiao Yiqing was asked to take back her thoughts and replied: "Yes, I want to make a ring with the same butterfly pattern on this necklace pendant!
Can you see if you can type it out?" Xiao Yiqing reached out and handed the necklace to the goldsmith.
"Is this necklace of yours passed down from your family?
This thing is really a coincidence. I remember forty years ago, when I was an apprentice with my master, I saw this necklace made by my master!
At that time, there was a ring with the same pattern as the butterfly on the necklace pendant. I remember the butterfly on that ring was so big." The goldsmith gestured with his hand to indicate the size of the butterfly on the butterfly ring.
Xiao Yiqing's eyes lit up when she saw that the size he compared was the same size as the ring Cheng Jiaxue was wearing. This proved that the goldsmith was not lying. He was indeed
I have seen this set of jewelry before.
"Master, you are saying that my necklace was made by your master forty years ago. How can you still remember it so clearly after forty years?
Isn’t it possible that the necklace in my hand is a counterfeit?
Aren't all gold shops engaged in custom-made business now?" Xiao Yiqing feels that even if his master has made it, he may not necessarily have the same one in his hand. If this is the case, then he and Cheng Jiaxue may also have it.
It doesn't matter at all.
"I won't admit this wrong. My master's carving is equivalent to each of us' signatures. No matter what kind of imitation, it can't be exactly the same.
I was an apprentice with the master for twenty years, until he passed away. I know all the master's techniques very well, but if I can't imitate them exactly the same, then there is no certainty that anyone in the world will imitate them.
What's more, the purity and fineness of gold forty years ago were quite good, which can never be matched by today's gold.
If you don’t have that butterfly ring and want to configure it, then I can only try to imitate a similar one, but it will definitely not be as good as what my master made.” The goldsmith is right.
Xiao Yiqing was very unhappy with the question, and tried his best to prove it as if it had shaken his authority.
"Oh, that means this necklace is unique?
So that ring is also unique?
I'd like to trouble you, master, but you can imitate a butterfly ring for me. The price is not an issue, but I can't keep my necklace here."
After Xiao Yiqing wanted to imitate the platinum butterfly ring, she would find an opportunity to exchange it with Cheng Jiaxue's ring, and then bring it back to the master to see if he could really recognize whether it was made by his master.
"That's no problem. I'm taking a picture of this butterfly pattern with a digital camera, and combining it with my memory, I believe it should be no problem to make one with a similarity of more than 90%."
The goldsmith was so happy that he was grinning from ear to ear when he saw the deal was concluded. He had wanted to challenge the imitator's masterpiece a long time ago, and it was really great to have such an opportunity this time.
Xiao Yiqing's mood was even more indescribable now. She originally came to the gold store to ask about the necklace because she wanted to find out if there was any connection between her mother's platinum butterfly necklace and the platinum butterfly ring in Cheng Jiaxue's hand.
Such jewelry is an ordinary object. It is best to have gold jewelry with such a pattern. It was very popular for a period of time. In this way, Xiao Yiqing will convince herself not to be so sensitive and just treat everything as a
What a coincidence!
But now all kinds of evidence prove that Cheng Jiaxue's ring and his own necklace are a set. What is this? Why did he just get that Cheng Jiaxue and bring it to him?
Is this world so small?
Is it possible to steal a piece of her hair for DNA testing?
This kind of family scandal cannot be discussed with other people, so should it be kept in the heart like this?
Is this God kidding herself? Xiao Yiqing feels that she really can't face it now. Could it be that her mother said she would open this jewelry box three months after her wedding because she thinks there will be someone closest to her at this time?
Can people say these things?
Then has she never thought that such a thing is an unspeakable family scandal for a close lover?
Or maybe things really aren't what they think they are?
**************** Pu Yuze was treated to two bottles of fine wine at home, and he also asked Cheng Jiaxue to marinate the top-notch snowflake steak and banana pie.
I also prepared romantic candles, and actually wanted to prepare a large bouquet of red roses, but I was afraid that Xiao Yiqing would be defensive, so I didn't buy them.
Today he is going to start his plan to capture Xiao Yiqing. Regardless of whether he succeeds today or not, he must give it a try!
It’s not possible for Xiao Yiqing to be so defensive when she drinks too much. She often speaks the truth after drinking. Then maybe if Xiao Yiqing is drunk, she can become active and enthusiastic, and throw herself into her arms...
The more Pu Yuze thought about it, the more excited he became. Today he also bought a bottle of perfume that helps to stimulate emotions. I heard that this kind of thing was developed based on the scent of nature as a bait for prey. This perfume extracts the ingredients that attract people.
A woman's scent to achieve the purpose of increasing her own charm.
If you already have a good impression, it can really achieve the shocking effect of lightning and flint.
"Hey, wife, where are you now?
I've prepared a candlelight dinner, let's have a drink today!" Pu Yuze saw that it was already past five o'clock, so he called Xiao Yiqing.
But there was a burst of cracking sounds on the other side of the phone, and Pu Yuze suddenly became worried: "Honey, are you okay?
Wife, do you want to say something?
Why do I hear the sound of everything being smashed over there?
You're not in any danger, are you?"
"No, your ears are still good. I have nothing to do. I'm breaking dishes now!"
Drinking, that's good, I went back after half an hour of wrestling." Xiao Yiqing felt warm in her heart after hearing Pu Yuze's concerned inquiry, and was about to go for a drink after the wrestling. It would be good to go home and drink.
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“Honey, where are you breaking the dishes?
It's not in a shop that sells bowls, right?
If you want to throw it, just buy it and throw it at home. Wrestling it outside is not acceptable!
It's quite dangerous to drop a plate. You might get scratched by the fragment if you're not careful. Otherwise, I'll pick you up." Pu Yuze felt that something was wrong with Xiao Yiqing. Is it okay to drop a plate?
"There is no need for you to pick me up, I will go back by myself, just prepare a few bottles of wine and wait for me to come back.
It’s best to have beer, liquor, wine, champagne, and sparkling wine all prepared. I like to drink mixed ones.
Also, why did I throw something at a place where people were selling plates? They couldn't have caught me. I'm in the Vent Hall now. The place here is so big. The plates were thrown very far away, and there were even more pieces.
I can't even reach you!
This place is really good. If you throw the plates into the big water tank, you can get ten plates for free!
It's really fun. If you have time, you can break it. I've been breaking it here for more than two hours. I have destroyed a thousand plates, five hundred large bowls, and three hundred small bowls. My mood now is
Very good, hahaha..."
When Xiao Yiqing came out of the gold shop, she saw a "vent pavilion" opposite to vent her stress. She happened to be in a very bad mood, so she went in to see if it would help.
The result was really very good. Every plate was thrown out, and it was like the burden in my heart was lifted little by little.