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Chapter 869 The relationship between Xi Shi Hu and Xi Shi

Looking at Xue Chen, Zhang Qiao also sighed in her heart. Before the two of them had met, she had heard Qi Hu mention this name to her many times, and he praised her greatly, saying how amazing and extraordinary his methods were.

She was not an ordinary young person. At that time, she was dubious and felt that what Qi Hu said was too exaggerated. But now, she feels that what he said was true.

Just after the two barbecue grills were set up, a fiery red supercar drove neatly into the yard and parked in the open space in the backyard.

Ning Xuanxuan, who was wearing a light brown windbreaker with a waistband, came out of the car as if there was a touch of spring in the yard. She walked over with the corners of her lips slightly hooked, glanced lazily at Xue Chen who was coming towards her, and said:

"I recently got a batch of good antiques. Yes, I'll let my sister take a look first and pick out a few pieces to give to my grandpa, uncle, third uncle, yes, and..."

Xue Chen sweated and said hurriedly: "Stop, Sister Xuan, you have got some good antiques, but you don't plan to sell them all for the time being, and you want to keep some to open a fourth branch, so today everyone can only

Pick one up.”

"Oh? That's true, but don't I have some privileges?" Ning Xuanxuan walked closer, and the two faced each other half a step away. Ning Xuanxuan asked in a sweet voice with a flash of intelligence in her beautiful eyes.

"This... Of course, it's not impossible..." Asked about the faint fragrance of Sister Xuan, Xue Chen touched his nose and said hesitantly.

"Okay, it's just a joke, but I'm quite satisfied with your answer." Ning Xuanxuan pursed her lips and smiled charmingly.

Soon, one car after another drove into the yard. Fortunately, the yard was spacious enough to park. When it was around ten o'clock in the morning, nearly twenty cars were parked behind the villa, all of them high-end cars.

Those who can afford millions of dollars in antiques are certainly not short of money.

The twenty or so guests who came came to the front yard and sat at the chairs and tables arranged on the grass. They talked and laughed with each other, but their eyes naturally fell on the three rows of long tables covered with red silk. They all talked about it.

One after another.

"Old Shen, what Xiao Xue did is really interesting. It made my old man eager to see what he got." Chen Suyuan, a leading figure in Haicheng City's antique circle, said with a smile.

Shen Wanjun smiled and nodded, feeling the same.

At another table, Xiao Kun said to Qi Hu: "Old Qi, you helped arrange it. You must have seen that there are some good things, can you tell us?"

Qi Hu rubbed his chin and said with amazement: "They must all be good things. I'm so greedy to see them. You'll know after a while. I can't remember so many of them."

Hao Feifei was sitting next to his father Hao Jun. This was his first time here. He took a look at the beautiful surroundings and even looked up to see the lotus pond at the foot of the mountain. It is an excellent residence.

He said with some surprise: "Dad, I remember that commercial real estate development is not allowed around the lotus pond? What is going on here? Why does he live here?"

"There are exceptions to everything. The old man Huo Shaolin from the Huo family of the Sunan Shenhong Group lived here before. He planned to retire here, but something happened later and Huo Shaolin moved away. Somehow,

This property fell into the hands of Xue Chen. It is indeed a good place with mountains at its back, water at its feet and forests around it. It is really a geomantic treasure." Hao Jun sighed.

Xue Chen has never been idle. Every time a guest comes, he will naturally say a few words, pour tea, and serve dried fruits and fresh fruits.

"Xiao Xue, hurry up and lift the bride's hijab, we are all anxious to see her true face." A fat and white man sitting there like Maitreya Buddha said loudly.

Wang Fude is a regular customer of Zhuoyue Store and a big local collector in Haicheng City who has a good personal relationship with Xue Chen. He has a large collection and is quite famous.

"That's exactly what Boss Wang said. Brother Xue, hurry up. We can't sit still while waiting. We are anxious to appreciate your latest treasure." Xiao Kun also agreed with a smile.

Suddenly, the lawn in the yard became lively, everyone smiled and urged Xue Chen.

Yang Guang happened to have some free time, so he rushed over to join in the fun. Yes, he just joined in the fun. He had already inquired with Wang Dong, and when he heard the prices of this batch of dozens of antiques, he realized that he really couldn't afford it.

.

He now has a good income, a normal salary, plus some gray income, as well as dividends from Yang'an Zhuoyue Antiques Store branch. It is expected that his income this year will be more than one million, and he can play with the little things worth 18,000 yuan.

Objects are okay, but treasures worth hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions can be determined by just looking at them.

Seeing that the visitors were urging him, Xue Chen didn't waste any time. He immediately walked over and, with Wang Dong's help, lifted off the red silk covering the three rows of long tables, and then also took off the big sign on the side.

of occlusion.

"All of you here are elders, brothers, and friends. Thank you for coming here today. I recently got a batch of antiques. As the old saying goes, good things don't go to others. You can choose. As for the price, you can say it yourself. I will never return it.

Price, but I still have to keep some to open a branch, so each person can only take one piece away, sorry for that."

Xue Chen clasped his fists and made an invitation gesture.

The guests who were sitting at three tables all stood up and came forward. They all understood clearly and took a look at the notice board first.

"Each black suitcase has labels on it, which correspond to each other one by one." Wang Dong roared and said as if to show off, "Let me tell you, I identified these one by one, and I was very tired.

I’m about to vomit blood.”

"Fat Wang, you were the one who appraised it. Oh, then we have to look accurately to avoid another fake slipping through the net. If Xue Chen saw it, then there will be no problem."

Wang Fude joked, and the depressed Wang Dong puffed up his cheeks.

"Hey, Boss Wang, what you said is so hurtful. Your surname is Wang, and my surname is Wang. We are half of our family. You can't treat me badly."

More people ignored the bickering between the two and gathered around the sign to watch.

The record on the sign is very clear, with one row on the left and one on the left, with the number on the left and the specific name on the right.

"001, White-glazed flat kettle painted with lotus from Cizhou kiln in Jiaqing, Qing Dynasty."

"00, late Qing Dynasty, carved wood body lacquered like jade."



"06, Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, a double-series covered jar with red underglaze and Baoxiang patterns."

"07, Qing Qianlong famille rose landscape and pavilion pattern vase."



"006, late Ming and early Qing Dynasty purple sand Xishi teapot."

However, part of the number is missing. The missing part was picked out by Xue Chen and he planned to keep it for collection.

Looking at the long row of serial numbers and names of antiques, everyone was silent for a while. They looked at it carefully. The more they looked at it, the more astonished the expressions on their faces became. It could even be said that they were shocked.

Most of the guests present were big bosses with their own industries and were worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions. But when they saw the antiques recorded on it, they were shocked and gasped slightly, because the value was

It's too high now.

It would be okay if it was just one or two pieces, but there are fifty-five pieces in total, which is too scary.

Hao Feifei was a layman on antiques and could not tell the price, but he also vaguely felt that the value of the antiques recorded above should not be low, but he did not know the specific price.

"Dad, are all the antiques recorded here valuable?" Hao Feifei asked.

Hao Jun watched intently, moved his mouth, and whispered in a complicated tone: "Well, you are right, they are all quite expensive. I have not seen one with a market price of less than one million, and most of them are

Some are in the range of two to three million, and some are even more expensive..."

Hao Feifei's eyelids twitched, with a look of disbelief.

After more than ten minutes, everyone had almost finished reading. Then they looked to the left and right, exchanged glances with the others, and saw each other and themselves looking at each other with shock on their faces.

"Xiao Xue, this is really... it really surprises me. I didn't expect you to get so many treasures. It's really incredible." Chen Suyuan said in an erratic tone,

Xue Chen smiled lightly and said, "The things are in each box. You can decide which one you want to see."

I just saw it on paper, but when everyone moved over, opened the black suitcases, and took out pieces of antique artifacts, the impact was even more intense.

Ning Xuanxuan casually opened a box and took out a purple clay pot that could be held in one palm. The purple clay pot had soft lines and was very comfortable to hold. She looked at it and liked it quite a lot. She waved to Xue Chen who was standing aside.

Called people over.

"Is this a Xi Shi pot?" Ning Xuanxuan asked.

"Hmm." Xue Chen glanced at the purple clay pot, his eyes a little strange.

"Strange, why is it called Xi Shi Pot? Is it related to Xi Shi?" Ning Xuanxuan asked in confusion.

"Ahem." Xue Chen couldn't help coughing, "This... of course has something to do with Xi Shi."

"Really? Then tell me quickly and it will help me gain some knowledge." Ning Xuanxuan said with a sweet smile.

"Do you really want to listen?" Xue Chen scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Of course, tell me quickly." Ning Xuanxuan urged.

"This...that...it's called Xi Shi's teapot. As for what it has to do with Xi Shi, huh, let's put it this way, it's modeled after a certain part of Xi Shi's body. Put it this way...you should understand." Xue

Chen said hesitantly.

Ning Xuanxuan was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at the exquisite Xi Shi pot in her hand. Gradually, the blush spread along her cheeks to her white neck, as if her hands had been burned. She exclaimed, and then

The Xi Tzu teapot was thrown away.

Wang Fude was on the side. When he saw this scene, he shouted: "Be careful, catch it!"

Fortunately, Xue Chen had quick eyes and quick hands and caught it in his hand.

Wang Fude stamped his feet and said, "Hey, Miss Ning, be careful. It's hard to find a Xi Tzu pot in such good condition. If it breaks, I'll feel bad."

Ning Xuanxuan blushed and spat, and said to Xue Chen in a low and uncomfortable voice: "How come there is such a pot? I am so shameless. Whoever invented it is a scumbag!"

When I saw Xue Chen carefully holding the pot with one hand, with two fingers sandwiched between the round and raised knob on the pot lid, I faintly felt that my chest was a little numb. (To be continued)


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