After all, Wu Yahuan didn't send the video, and Ding Fan couldn't stop complaining. This person's selfishness has reached a level that is despicable.
Of course, Ding Fan knew in his heart that even with the video, it could not be used to threaten Fu Dongyang unless it was a last resort. It would be too easy to analyze the shooting angle and the residence would be exposed.
What's more, Fu Dongyang will also use his personal life as an excuse to push everything away.
Early the next morning, Ding Fan called Cai Cai and asked for a morning off.
Reason: Send my elder sister and junior sister to board the plane!
Cai Cai's voice was a bit hoarse and she obviously hadn't slept well. Last night, she went to the window many times to look, but not only did she not see Ding Fan, she even didn't turn on the lights in Wu Yahuan's villa.
Where has this kid been fooling around? Sooner or later, Wu Yahuan will be killed!
When he woke up in the morning, Cai Cai looked at him out of habit and scolded him for a long time.
After receiving Ding Fan's call and hearing his voice, Cai Cai actually felt a sense of relief, proving that this kid was still alive. Her first reaction was no!
Ding Fan is begging for nothing, his eldest sister is worse than his mother, his junior sister is ignorant, and he is really worried if he doesn't give it away, etc.
After hesitating for ten seconds, Cai Cai agreed. She had to fill in a leave request form when she went to work in the afternoon, and her salary would be deducted.
Just deduct it, it’s good to be given a fake. So, Ding Fan took Wu Yahuan’s motorcycle all the way to the Jingyang Jade Trading Market in the suburbs.
The real good things are all in the auction house. Ding Fan basically didn't have any hope in this Taobao search and just regarded it as relaxing with Wu Yahuan.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, the place was already crowded with people, and various hawking sounds came and went, giving people the illusion that they had arrived at a vegetable market.
In fact, it is similar to a vegetable market. Many worthless jade accessories are sold by the pound on the scale and poured into bags with a clattering sound.
"Xiaofan, it's up to you. Don't let it go when you encounter a good item." Wu Yahuan said excitedly, as if it was an opportunity to make a fortune.
"Sister, be mentally prepared, there may not be any good things." Ding Fan said.
"How come you don't encounter one or two things in such a big market?" Wu Yahuan said with a smile.
“You may not be able to pick just one from thousands of miles away, but I’ll try my best!”
Wholesale stalls can basically be ignored. Finished bracelets, bracelets, safety buckles, small jade Buddhas, etc., even if you buy them well, the added value will not be too high.
Buying and selling in bulk is not Wu Yahuan's goal on this trip. She wants to make a lot of money and pursue huge profits.
After wandering for more than half an hour, Ding Fan used his spiritual eyes several times but did not find any valuable jade. This made Wu Yahuan beside him feel discouraged. Finding a needle in a haystack was not easy.
The hard work paid off, and finally, Yueyang discovered something good, the dripping Guanyin carved in white jade!
In front of Ling's eyes, there is a faint layer of white mist, which proves that the quality of the jade is first-class. Judging from the workmanship, the lines are smooth and natural, and it must be the handiwork of a master.
"Boss, can your dripping Guanyin drip water?" Ding Fan squatted down and asked.
"My little brother is really good at joking. Of course he can't. It's just a shape, but the quality of this piece of jade is very good. It's made from standard Laokeng and field seeds!" the middle-aged male boss hurriedly promoted it.
It was as big as a palm and not too small. Ding Fan picked it up and looked carefully up and down, left and right, then put it down again, shook his head and got up to leave.
"Little brother, the price is negotiable. This thing has a good meaning. It will protect against all evil and keep your home safe." The male boss greeted him hurriedly.
"How much?"
"One gram of this kind of seed material costs at least several thousand. I can sell it to you cheaper, three hundred thousand!"
"Might as well grab it!"
"Forget it, my own stone has gone up. I just need to make three to five hundred. Thirty thousand, look at how big a piece of jade is!"
"Three thousand, do you want to sell it or not? The style is too old-fashioned. What time has it been? Guanyin shouldn't have a mobile phone or something?" Ding Fan said.
"Three thousand?" The male boss waved his arms exaggeratedly, "It's too low. It's only ten thousand anyway. This is a big hand piece. It can be used as a decoration."
"I'll go and have a look elsewhere. The Thousand-Hand Guanyin there is much more exquisite than yours," Ding Fan said.
"Hey, brother, eight thousand, let's each give in." Seeing that Ding Fan didn't even look back, the male boss stopped him, "Three thousand, just three thousand, the cost of materials doesn't count, just the wages from selling it. Hey, you ask
If you ask me to go elsewhere, I won’t even get enough wages. How about I give you a jewelry box? I can’t give you fifty for just this box.”
The male boss babbled, packed the jade, put a black plastic bag on it and handed it to Ding Fan, "Come again!"
Wu Yahuan's performance was quite good, with no ups and downs in her expression, although she knew very well that the object chosen by Ding Fan must be unique.
Wu Yahuan took out her mobile phone and paid three thousand, and Ding Fan stuffed the Dripping Guanyin into her bag seemingly casually.
After walking far away, Wu Yahuan asked in a low voice: "Xiaofan, what is the difference between this dripping Guanyin? I think the shape is indeed very ordinary, and the material is semi-permeable. Good Hetian jade is not like this."
“It’s really dripping!”
"pull!"
"We'll know when we go back and try it. Besides, this should be an object that has been lost among the people. It was very cheap when the boss bought it, so he doesn't think it's worth much." Ding Fan said.
"Well, if you ask an expert to identify it, you might make a fortune." Wu Yahuan nodded excitedly and asked, "Are you still going to the rough stone market over there to gamble on jade?"
"Next time, I can't see clearly even when I walk by. Besides, I have to go to work in the afternoon!" Ding Fan declined. He didn't want to use his spiritual eyes too frequently, which would also cause damage to his body.
Wu Yahuan did not force himself and followed Ding Fan to leave the jade trading market.
Not far from the door, a little boy in ragged clothes was sitting against the wall. There was a broken bowl next to him, with several steel pots in it. In front of him was a white cloth, which said that his parents were seriously ill in bed and were in urgent need of good Samaritans.
s help.
"Brothers and sisters, I see that you are all kind-hearted people. Please do me a favor. Give roses to others and leave fragrance in your hands." The little boy bowed his head pitifully.
"Okay, I can also pick up lyrics."
Ding Fan was delighted, walked closer and knelt down. He had to admit that the calligraphy on this begging document was quite good, at least many times better than his own handwriting.
"You came out at such a young age, shouldn't you be sent to a shelter?"
Wu Yahuan complained and took out a few red tickets. The little boy had never seen so much money, and his eyes suddenly shone with excitement!
Unexpectedly, Ding Fan stopped the dirty little black claw that he had just stretched out.
"Little liar, who wrote this word?" Ding Fan asked.
"Who is the liar?" The little boy was unhappy. He squinted at the red tickets, pointed to his nose and said, "I wrote it! The handwriting is good, right? Everyone in the village said so! Hey, if it weren't for Dad,
Mom is seriously ill, I will definitely be able to go to college."
"Come on, you are an orphan. Your parents passed away three years ago, and you are still here selling yourself for money. What else are you if you are not a liar?" Ding Fan said scornfully.