Xue Chen gave each guest a glass of water, and everyone kept saying that he was too polite.
After a few simple greetings, Xue Chen turned around and walked back to the bedside. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out something from it. It was none other than the Ming Dynasty Yongle blue and white lamp with double lions and rolling balls on the inside.
Tangled branch pattern pressed hand cup.
When they saw what Xue Chen was holding, everyone here paid attention, with a special expression on their faces, admiration, emotion, and admiration.
When Du Guihai saw Xue Chen holding the hand cup with one hand without even a better antique box, he said with some worry: "Mr. Xue, did you just put it in the drawer like that?
If you don’t get a box and pack it carefully, what will happen if the cabinet falls over?”
He was worried. This was a treasure worth hundreds of millions. If it was his, not only to offer it up, but also to protect it seriously, and there must be no mistakes.
Xue Chen smiled and said nothing.
Mr. Zhang sighed: "Mr. Xue, your guest room was robbed yesterday. Fortunately, nothing happened. Otherwise, it would be a huge loss."
"Yes, it's just that the two thieves were so stupid that they put the hand cup in the guest room and didn't find it." Xue Chen sighed softly and said with a look of luck.
"What? You just put the hand cup in the guest room?" Jiang Han, vice president of the Beichang Antiques Association, stood up from his chair and exclaimed in disbelief.
Xue Chen looked at Jiang Han and raised the corner of his mouth: "President Jiang is really a passionate person. I am really grateful for being so excited and worried about my affairs."
"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. It's just Mr. Xue, you must be careful in the future. How can such valuable items be left casually in the guest room? How unsafe it is." Jiang Han sat back on the chair again and warned earnestly.
road.
"I have taken President Jiang's words to heart. President Jiang, please." Xue Chen held the cup in his palm and handed it to Jiang Han first.
"Then... let me appreciate it first." Jiang Han stretched out his hands and carefully took the cup, held it in his hand, and slowly turned the cup to look at it.
Feeling the weight of the hand cup and looking at the exquisite blue and white glaze on it, Jiang Han's hands were shaking slightly, but the others around him didn't mean to laugh when they saw it.
Even city-level museums rarely have collections worth hundreds of millions. Moreover, even if you look at them in the museum, you can't really hold them in your hands and experience them through a thick layer of glass. It's like
There is a difference between seeing rows of luxury cars at a car show, where you can only look at them but not touch them, and having the opportunity to drive them around in person.
After holding it in his hand and looking at it for about three minutes, he couldn't help sighing and shaking his head. Jiang Han put the cup aside, and Du Guihai, who was sitting on the other side, took it in his hand.
Although the thing was in Du Guihai's hands, Jiang Han was still a little reluctant to look at it a few more times, as if he couldn't bear to let go.
Xue Chen smiled and said to Jiang Han: "Fortunately, those two stupid thieves were not found, otherwise everyone would have had a wasted trip today."
"Yes, yes." Jiang Han nodded and responded in a daze.
The hand cup passed through everyone's hands, turned around, and finally returned to Xue Chen's own hands. The time was approaching noon, and Xue Chen proposed to go out for a casual meal together.
At the wine table in the hotel, the conversation was naturally about antiques and antiques. When it came to collecting, everyone praised Jiang Han's home for the rich collection of treasures, which was enviable.
Jiang Han's face turned a little red after drinking. He waved his hands repeatedly and said with a mouth full of alcohol: "I dare not say that. My collections are nothing. Compared with Mr. Xue one by one, they are nothing." After saying that, he sighed again,
Had a glass of white wine.
Xue Chen proposed that he would like to go to Chairman Jiang’s house tomorrow to see him.
"Of course, no problem." Jiang Han agreed without much hesitation.
Glancing at the drunken Jiang Han, Xue Chen's lips seemed to be smiling.
After leaving the hotel, everyone said goodbye to each other and left.
After Jiang Han returned home, he screamed with a sledgehammer and waited until evening before getting up from the bed. After sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, he seemed to remember something that made him angry, so he picked up his mobile phone and made a call.
"Are you two really stupid pigs? The thing is in the guest room and you didn't find it!"
"Have you searched carefully? Then why can't you find it? This is what he said himself, how could he be wrong!"
"Do you know how much that cup is worth? It can easily be sold for 100 million, 100 million. Do you know how much it is?"
"You missed an opportunity to become a multi-millionaire, you know!"
After yelling at the phone for nearly ten minutes, Jiang Han finally vented a lot of the depression in his heart, hung up the phone, and finally threw the phone to the ground, holding his head in his hands with a look on his face.
upset.
He was unwilling to accept such a rare national treasure and almost got it into his own hands. He couldn't help cursing in his heart. Foolish people have foolish lives.
When he heard Xue Chen personally say that the cup was in the guest room, he was going crazy. He also felt that Xue Chen was really stupid. He had no experience in the world of martial arts. If it weren't for good luck, the thing would have been in his hands long ago.
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On the other end of the phone, there was a simple rental house. Two men were sitting opposite each other eating instant noodles. But at this time, looking at the noodles that had been soaked, they had no appetite at all, and their faces were ashen.
"One hundred million...multi-millionaire...is in the guest room..."
Jiang Han's words were like a long thorn, piercing into the hearts of the two of them. The pain made the two of them not only lose their appetite to eat instant noodles, they even felt a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.
Suddenly, one of the men stood up, swept away the instant noodles on the table and sprinkled them on the ground. At the same time, he yelled at the other man: "Is it all your fault? He always urges you to leave quickly, otherwise
You might just get the stuff."
The other man was also going crazy with frustration. He stood up and refuted without showing any signs of weakness: "Oh, you dare to accuse me. I am responsible for unlocking and letting people out, and you are responsible for looking for things. If you can't find them, it's not because you are blind!"
"You said I'm blind? Are you looking for him to beat me up?"
"Don't you dare touch me!"
The two people's eyes were red, and they got into a fight in the rental house, carrying empty beer bottles and benches and beating each other. It was unacceptable for them to miss the opportunity to become multimillionaires. They were so frustrated and depressed that they were going crazy. They had to do something.
The only way to relieve this emotion is to fight.
Bang, the beer bottle hit the opponent's head and exploded immediately, leaving blood on his head.
One was lying on the ground, holding his bloody head and rolling in pain, while the other was standing aside in ragged clothes, with his pale face covered in sweat and panting like an ox. The madness in his eyes gradually faded, and he looked at the fallen person.
The accomplices on the ground were a little confused and confused.
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The next morning, Xue Chen arrived at the home of Jiang Han, the vice president of the Beichang Antiques Association. He was not only accompanied by himself, but also Du Guihai, Zhang and Liu.
Jiang Han warmly welcomed the four of them into the living room, and then came to a room specially used to store collections.
The room is professionally decorated. Thick curtains block the only window to prevent sunlight from entering. There are also instruments that can adjust the temperature and humidity at one foot of the room so that the room can maintain a constant environment all year round.
, to avoid damage to the collection.
There are two mahogany shelves over two meters high against the wall on both sides of the room. They stand firmly against the wall, like a combination of bookshelf and Duobaoge. They seem to be specially customized to display collections.
There are grid spaces of different sizes and styles on the two shelves, which display various collections, including plum vases with milky white glaze, bowls with red underglaze, small cloisonné snuff bottles, and exquisite Hetian jade ornaments.
, ancient coins, the Four Treasures of the Study, calligraphy and paintings, etc. At a rough glance, there are one hundred, forty and fifty pieces.
"President Jiang's collection is really rich, diverse and varied, which is enviable." Xue Chen looked at it with his hands behind his back, admiring it.
Du Guihai said: "Everyone in the collecting circle in Beichang City knows that President Jiang's collection is top-notch, and few people can compare with it."
"It's nothing." Jiang Han chuckled, with a hint of sigh in his tone, "It's even worse than Mr. Xue. If I add all the things in the house together, I may not be able to exchange for Mr. Xue's press suit."
Cup in hand."
This is true. Even if there is no market speculation, the transaction price of a hand-pressed cup can easily exceed 100 million, while a million antiques require a hundred pieces added together to barely equal the value.
Although the collections in this room are all good, they are still far from the average price of one million. A rough look shows that there are at most ten items worth more than one million, and there seems to be no treasures worth more than ten million. The prices of the rest also vary.
They vary from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
"President Jiang, why don't you use an iron frame? I think the wooden frame is not very safe. What if it breaks?" Xue Chen gently clicked the edge of the wooden frame with his fingers, making a clanging sound.
Jiang Han laughed twice: "Haha, Mr. Xue is overly worried. The ones he holds are custom-made. They are all made of the best Laos red rosewood. They are pure solid wood. Even if they are left for a hundred years, they will not decay.
How could it be broken?"
Du Guihai and the two old gentlemen also laughed and said that there was no need to worry and they were overly worried.
Xue Chen nodded in agreement and said to himself: "That's good, that's good. It would be a pity if there are so many good things and they fall apart because of the shelf falling down."
After staying in the room for about twenty minutes, Jiang Han invited the three of them back to the living room to sit down and drink tea.
After everyone came out, Jiang Han carefully locked the door.
After returning to the living room, the four of them had just sat down to drink tea and chat when suddenly, there was a strange sound coming from the storage room, a boom, because it sounded a bit dull through the locked door. (To be continued.