Following Zhao Zhengshan, Su Xiaofan originally thought he would find a restaurant near the antique market to have something to eat, but Zhao Zhengshan hailed a taxi directly.
"We have to compete, and there needs to be a referee."
Zhao Zhengshan smiled and said: "I will take you to dinner first. After dinner, we will find an expert to see which of us has found the best item. By the way, don't talk about it during the meal, otherwise there will be no surprise."
"Uncle Zhao, what about it? I spent a total of one thousand yuan to make it happen, and it was so ceremonial."
Su Xiaofan looked at the delighted Zhao Zhengshan with a speechless expression. He repaired the Song Ding kiln brush washer and the Ming Dynasty pen holder. He seemed not as excited as Zhao Zhengshan.
"We are here from Liulichang." After the taxi stopped, Su Xiaofan saw the Liulichang sign outside the car window.
"The official experts are all in the New Palace Museum, and the private experts are all here in Liulichang."
Zhao Zhengshan laughed and said: "Our Jingxin Hall in Luochuan has a branch here. I heard that Uncle Jing seems to be in Yanjing these days. Let him be a referee for us when the time comes."
"Ask Uncle Jing to be the referee? I think it's better to forget it."
Zhao Zhengshan calls Jing Shizhen Uncle Jing, but Su Xiaofan also calls him Uncle Jing, but he doesn't care about his seniority, because he has been avoiding Jing Shizhen these days because of the Yin Sha Shi incident.
"It's hard to say whether we can meet each other. Let's go and eat first."
Zhao Zhengshan took Su Xiaofan to a small restaurant. The restaurant had a small front and no signboard, but the business inside was good and the small space was basically full of people.
“Boss, let’s have two stir-fried livers, a fried belly, a bowl of stewed liver, and by the way, four more stir-fried livers…”
Zhao Zhengshan seemed to come here often. After waiting for a while and finding an empty table to sit down with Su Xiaofan, he directly reported a few dish names without even looking at the menu.
The food was served very quickly. After asking Su Xiaofan if he didn't want to drink, the two of them started eating immediately.
Su Xiaofan had not eaten in the morning and was already hungry now. He ate four of the rags by himself. Seeing this, Zhao Zhengshan asked for six more and ate two himself. The remaining four were also killed by Su Xiaofan.
Su Xiaofan ate a bit hard this time. Sitting there, he felt like he could hardly get up. He patted his belly and said, "Uncle Zhao, this is your life."
From Su Xiaofan's point of view, Zhao Zhengshan was very different from the rich man he imagined. He was humble and did not live a luxurious life. If he had not known that he was Zhao Hengjian's son, Su Xiaofan would have thought that he was just an ordinary doctor.
"It's better to be young. When I was young, I could eat as much as you in one meal!"
Zhao Zhengshan looked at Su Xiaofan with some envy, "Now I can't eat anymore. I usually have to control my diet at night. I feel old when I see you."
"Come on, Uncle Zhao, let's go to the Jingxin Hall."
Su Xiaofan stood up and rushed to scan the QR code to pay the bill. He also figured out that sooner or later he would have to run into Jing Shizhen, and he wouldn't be able to escape even with a single blow.
Different from Luochuan's facade where the aroma of wine is not afraid of the deep alley, the Jingxintang's facade in Liulichang is very grand, with dragons and phoenixes carved on the outside to give it an antique feel.
After entering, the sandalwood scent hit my nostrils and the melodious sound of Zen was heard, and the young and beautiful female clerk came to greet me. The first floor covered an area of 70 to 80 square meters, filled with antique racks and various antiques.
There are also some antiques placed in glass covers. In short, entering Liulichang is like entering a museum. Everything you see is antique, showing a profound historical and cultural heritage.
"Is Uncle Jing here?" Zhao Zhengshan said as soon as he entered the door: "Uncle Jing is not here, you can also ask shopkeeper Liu Da to help with the eyes."
The person greeting the guests at the door was a regular customer, and he quickly let the two of them into the inner hall. Different from the antique decoration outside, the inner hall had several luxurious sofas, which gave it a somewhat modern feel.
"Uncle Jing still knows how to do business."
Su Xiaofan looked around and was filled with admiration. He knew that although those wooden tables and chairs looked stylish, they were far less comfortable to sit on than the sofa. The softness of the sofa could also make people more relaxed mentally.
"Hey Su Xiaofan, I've been calling you for a few days, but you haven't answered the phone, right?"
Su Xiaofan had just sat down and before taking a sip of tea, he heard Jing Shizhen's energetic voice coming over.
"How can I, Uncle Jing, my mobile phone was in arrears a few days ago, and I never knew about it. Didn't I just recharge it yesterday?"
Su Xiaofan, who hadn't yet settled down on his butt, suddenly stood up and stood there honestly. He still respected Uncle Jing very much.
Apart from anything else, Uncle Jing left Zhao Hengjian's 600,000 yuan without profit and sold the wind chime to him, which was a huge favor to Su Xiaofan.
"Zhengshan, how did you two get together? Sit down, sit down and talk."
Jing Shizhen said hello to Zhao Zhengshan, then turned his attention to Su Xiaofan, and said angrily: "Several millions were just thrown away by your kid, are you so timid? What are you afraid of if you keep it for a day?"
"Uncle Jing, it's mainly because Brother Gang keeps asking me to throw it away, so I don't think it's a good luck to take it home."
Su Xiaofan felt that Zheng Dagang's waist was relatively thick, so he still had to shoulder the blame. His small arms and legs couldn't withstand Uncle Jing's scolding.
"Confused, you two are confused!"
Jing Shizhen sighed and said: "If you are not sure about something, just ask someone to look at it. If you are smart, you will lose millions. Do you know that you will suffer a loss?"
"I understand, Uncle Jing, I will definitely give you a call next time I am unsure about something." Su Xiaofan accepted the criticism honestly.
"Uncle Jing, what's wrong with Xiao Su? Did you throw something away?"
Zhao Zhengshan was a little curious on the sidelines. He knew that Su Xiaoxiao had to apply for tuition exemption when he went to college. Su Xiaofan's family background didn't seem to be very good. It was unlikely that he would throw away millions of things, right?
"This kid threw a Yin stone, Zhengshan, do you know the Yin stone?" Jing Shizhen glanced at Zhao Zhengshan, but she didn't hide it.
"Yin stone? I have seen one, but isn't that thing somewhat evil?" Zhao Zhengshan was stunned when he heard this.
"Have you seen it?" Jing Shizhen turned his head away, "Where did you see it? Who has the Yin Stone?"
"I saw it more than ten years ago. It was owned by the King Kong Temple. I really don't know who has it now..." Zhao Zhengshan explained.
That was what happened when Zhao Zhengshan was working as a doctor in the emergency room. One night, 120 called in a monk who was seriously ill. He was not rescued at the time, and the monk passed away the next day.
When Zhao Zhengshan was packing up the things left behind by the monk, he didn't know what the Yin Stone was when he saw it. He just held it in his hand and felt a chill in his heart, feeling a little evil.
Later, when the disciple of the great monk came to the hospital, Zhao Zhengshan found out that the person who had passed away was the abbot of the Vajra Temple. Out of curiosity, when returning the monk's belongings, he asked what the stone was.
The disciples of the great monk told Zhao Zhengshan that it was a Yin stone, which was formed by the gathering of Yin energy. It was necessary to use Buddhism to resolve the Yin evil energy in it. Ordinary people should not touch it, otherwise they would be seriously ill or life-threatening.
"The disciple you mentioned should be Master Huizheng. He is also an old friend."
Jing Shizhen nodded when he heard this. Knowing the origin of the Yin Stone that Zhao Zhengshan saw, he didn't ask any further.
"What are you two doing here today?" Jing Shizhen looked at Su Xiaofan and Su Xiaofan.
"Uncle Jing..."
"Uncle Jing, Uncle Zhao and I..."
Su Xiaofan and Zhao Zhengshan opened and closed their mouths at the same time. They both called Uncle Jing, but Su Xiaofan called Zhao Zhengshan Uncle Zhao. It was really awkward.
"Everyone has their own business, what's there to worry about?" Jing Shizhen pointed at Zhao Zhengshan and said, "Zhengshan, tell me, why are you here at Jingxin Hall?"
"Uncle Jing, it's like this." Zhao Zhengshan said with a smile: "Xiao Su and I went shopping in the antique street this morning, and everyone found something. I wanted to come over and ask you to give it a try..."
"Your collection is different from others."
Jing Shizhen obviously knew Zhao Zhengshan very well, and said: "If I slap you ten times, can you buy the right thing twice? I told you, if you want to buy antiques, come to me, but you just don't come, making it look like I'm taking over
You seem cheap."
"Uncle Jing, I just like the feeling of pleasure after picking something up on Taobao. I don't feel that way when I buy it from you."
Zhao Zhengshan smiled and shook his head. After he met Jing Shizhen, he introduced her to his father. Later, Zhao Hengjian and Jing Shizhen became very familiar. Zhao Zhengshan rarely visited the gate of Jingxin Hall except to ask him to appraise antiques.
"Okay, bring the things and show them to me."
Jing Shizhen stretched out her hand to Zhao Zhengshan and said: "As a rule, I won't charge you if the item is genuine. If it is fake, you can go to the counter and pay the appraisal fee yourself."
"Uncle Zhao, how much is the appraisal fee?"
Su Xiaofan asked in a low voice. He didn't understand Jing Shizhen's rules. Logically speaking, if something is authenticated, the person who comes to authenticate it will be willing to pay the appraisal fee. But if you buy a fake and then pay the appraisal fee, that's not going to hurt people's wounds.
Let's cut it again.
"If it is found to be a fake, it will cost you 10,000 yuan at a time."
Zhao Zhengshan didn't care much about the charge. He handed the bag containing the items to Uncle Jing and said with a smile: "Uncle Jing is trying to improve my memory. This is called remembering the pain after being beaten."
"I haven't seen you remember the pain either."
Uncle Jing took the bag from Zhao Zhengshan and did not open it in a hurry. Instead, he took a pair of gloves and put them on, and then took out the contents of the bag.
"Character root carving?"
Looking at the thing in her hand, Jing Shizhen did not rush to make a judgment. Instead, she took a magnifying glass and carefully examined the root carving, which was about 278 centimeters high and dark red in color, bit by bit.
This is a root sculpture in the shape of a Bodhidharma. You can see that Bodhidharma has one hand on his chest, his eyes are slightly closed, his forehead is high, and there are big earrings hanging on his ears, and the most distinctive part is like a steel wire.
The curly sideburns circle around the face, and the roots are visible, looking very lifelike.
"Zhengshan, tell me your judgment."
After looking at it for only three to five minutes, Jing Shizhen put down the magnifying glass in his hand and placed the Nada Morgan sculpture back on the table.
