The face of a middle -aged man was red slightly. It was indeed Yang Zimei about the peach wood card with the owner of the file just now. However, it seems that they did not talk about it.
Just now, he passed here. After hearing the three words of Tao Mu brand, he stopped and skimmed to the girl, but found that there was a peach brand that was exactly the same as the seminar on her neck, which made him happy.
, I can't help but start the price immediately.
Thinking that the owner is just a little girl, he will turn on the price of 10,000 first, if he refuses to add it slowly.
Who knows that when it was opened to 200,000, it was still rushing to one million by Yang Zimei. [
He looked at Yang Zimei carefully, and secretly admired that there were skin in the world as smooth as white jade, and he was so elegant like a girl with orchids in the air. It was like the goddess of Luohe.
Immediately, he was surprised to find that on her neck, there was a piece of the same peach and wood cards hanging on her skin. Against her skin, it emitted a faint dark light.
I saw two pieces at once, plus the piece in the hands of Chairman Che Dongliang, there were three peach wood cards in total.
Isn't this peach wood a rare thing?
But that day, the academic seminar concentrated on the academic elites of the country. None of the origin of the peach wood card was not touched, let alone what year it was.
On the day of the car chairman, the peach wood card was regarded as a peerless baby.
An antique thing is valuable.
There are three pieces in the world now, and it is also hung on a girl's neck casually, and the value is greatly reduced.
It is impossible for him to make a million and Yang Zi eyebrows.
"Okay, I won't grab the goods with you, but you can tell me, what are the origin of this peach wood? Why do you wear it?"
He also wanted to see if he could find a little valuable clue from the two girls.
"My grandmother left my mother, and my mother stayed again. I don't know what the origin." The girl replied.
"Mine was sent by others."
Yang Zimei answered lightly.
"You really want to spend one million to buy this thing, girl, your parents are willing to give you so much money?" The man asked unwillingly.
"I don't have a million now, but I will have it."
Yang Zimei smiled, "I can sell the antiques I just came, and if you are interested in uncle, you can show it to you."
"Well?"
The middle -aged man saw that she was just holding a shaft dilapidated picture. Although I couldn't see it clearly, from the perspective of that axis, it was simply the appearance of the ground.
I will hold the ancient paintings worth millions. "[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
"Exactly."
Yang Zimei squinted and laughed.
Originally, she wanted to take the painting back to Song Xuan to identify it, and then sent it to an antique auction.
"Oh, the girl is really a kid."
The middle -aged man shook his head, "Don't think, what big leaks can be picked up on this road, don't think that the painting looks old, it is really old painting, that is just to be old."
"Is it true, uncle, you will know."
Yang Zimei shot carefully on the small table where the girl did her homework.
The people who watched the lively around me had gathered a lot. I wanted to see why she was so determined. The ancient paintings in her hand were ancient paintings.