The middle-aged man's face turned slightly red. It was indeed Yang Zimei who was talking about the peach wood cards with the stall owner just now, but it seemed that there was no trading discussion between them.
Just now, he was passing by here and heard the words "peach wood sign", so he stopped and turned towards the girl. He found that there was actually a peach wood sign hanging on her neck that was exactly the same as the one in the seminar, which made him very happy.
, couldn’t help but make an offer immediately.
Thinking that the stall owner was just a little girl, he offered 10,000 yuan up front, and if he refused, he would gradually increase the price.
Who knew that when the offer reached 200,000, Yang Zimei actually offered it to 1 million.
He carefully looked at Yang Zimei and secretly admired that there was a girl in the world with skin as smooth and tender as white jade, as elegant as an orchid in the sky, just like the goddess of Luohe, who stepped out of the scroll.
Immediately, he was surprised to find that the same peach wood plaque was hanging on her neck, which glowed faintly and darkly against her skin.
I saw two pieces at once, plus the piece in the hand of President Che Dongliang, there were three such mahogany plaques in total.
Could it be that this mahogany tablet is not a rare thing?
But that day at the academic seminar, the academic elites from across the country gathered together, and none of them could figure out the origin of the peach wood plaque, let alone what year it was from.
Chairman Che regarded the peach wood sign as a peerless treasure that day.
Antiques are valuable because they are unique.
Now there are three pieces of it in the world, and they are hanging casually around a girl's neck, so their value is greatly reduced.
It's impossible for him to give 1 million to compete with Yang Zimei.
"Okay, I won't compete with you anymore, but can you tell me, what is the origin of this mahogany plaque? Why are you wearing it?"
He just wanted to see if he could dig out some valuable clues from the mouths of these two girls, so that he could report it to the president and study together to find out the origin.
"My grandma left it for my mother, and my mother left it for me. I don't know its origin," the girl replied.
"Mine was given as a gift."
Yang Zimei replied calmly.
"Are you really willing to spend one million to buy this thing? Girl, are your parents willing to give you that much money?" the man asked unwillingly.
"I don't have a million now, but I will have it later."
Yang Zimei smiled and said, "I can sell the antiques I just bought. If you are interested, uncle, I can show them to you."
"Well?"
The middle-aged man saw that she was just holding a shabby scroll in her hand. Although she could not see clearly the inside of the scroll, judging from the color of the scroll, it looked like a street vendor. He mocked, "Don't say that, you
What you are holding in your hands will be an ancient painting worth millions."
"Exactly."
Yang Zimei narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Originally, she wanted to take the painting back to Song Xuan for appraisal and then send it to an antique shop for auction. However, now that she was in urgent need of money, she couldn't take care of more.
"Haha, the girl is really joking."
The middle-aged man shook his head, "Don't think that just because you can pick up any big leaks on this road, don't think that if a painting looks old, it's really an ancient painting. It's just made old."
"Uncle, you can tell if it's true or not."
Yang Zimei carefully unfolded the painting on the small table where the girl was doing her homework.
There were a lot of people watching the excitement around, wanting to see why she was so sure. The painting in her hand was an ancient painting.