"I heard my dad say something yesterday. It seems that some kind of antique collecting association held a symposium. He is also a member and attended it. Let me call and ask." A young man next to him took out his mobile phone and dialed.
"By the way, what's going on with Xue Chen?" Chi Jingtian patted the caller on the shoulder.
After making the call, Chi Jingtian figured out the truth of the matter, frowned deeper, and asked in a low tone: "You said he is the director of the Antique Collection Association?"
"That's what my dad said. He also asked me how I knew him. He also said that if I have a chance to meet him, let me learn more from that kid and get to know him." The young man who spoke curled his lips and snorted disapprovingly.
, "Who is that kid? Isn't he just a director who wants me to study?"
"Director of the Antique Collection Association." Chi Jingtian muttered in his mouth.
Unlike this friend next to him who only uses his pocket money at home to eat, drink, have fun and pick up girls all day long, although he is not very involved in antiques, he also knows that this association is not just a shell hanging up to add value to some people.
Halo's private pheasant organization is a formal large-scale civil society association, and it has a close relationship with the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
He heard that many of the members in the association have considerable assets, including big bosses, general managers, etc. from all over Yunzhou Province. Serving as a director of such an association is not something that can be done casually.
"Hmph, my old man also said that the kid you mentioned is very powerful. He said that he did something that caused a sensation in the national antique circle some time ago. Isn't that ridiculous? I also caused a sensation all over the world." The young man smoked a cigarette.
, with a mocking and disdainful tone.
"Haha, it caused a sensation all over the country, so why didn't I know about it?"
"He's great, no matter where he is, he's great."
Several young people nearby were laughing and joking.
Chi Jingtian took it seriously, took out his mobile phone, thought for a moment, and typed a few keywords "antiques" and "Xue Chen" on the search bar. After clicking on it, a large amount of relevant information was immediately displayed.
After clicking on a few randomly, Chi Jingtian's face gradually became serious, staring at the phone and remaining silent for a long time.
"Brother Jingtian, let's go. What are we looking at?" Several people nearby urged him.
Chi Jingtian handed over the phone: "See for yourselves."
Several young people took turns to look at the web page on the screen with their mobile phones. After reading it, they all looked at each other in disbelief.
"Brother Jingtian, this is all fabricated, isn't it? The market price is hundreds of millions, but the auction can reach 200 million? What a fool."
"Bought for eight thousand? I don't believe it, how could anyone have such good luck?"
"I don't believe it either. I wouldn't believe it even if it cost me 100 million."
Those young people shook their heads vigorously, as if they were trying their best to prove that they did not want to believe this fact. They also did not want to believe that someone could do such an incredible thing. Even if the lowest price was 100 million, a few of them would
Some people's family assets only amount to this amount.
Of course, they didn't want to believe that a person younger than them could easily earn an amount that they could not even imagine, which was equivalent to the family fortune that their parents had worked hard to accumulate for most of their lives.
Chi Jingtian originally planned to have some leisure time with these people, eat and relax, but after reading the news, he was in no mood at all, and felt very depressed, with an indescribable sense of depression.
He has always been very confident in himself and thinks that he is already very good. At least in Yang'an City, there are very few peers of the same age that he can usually treat, only two or three, and the one who thinks he is better than himself is even more.
None, and indeed it is.
However, when he saw Xue Chen again, he suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Last year, the conflict between the two finally ended with him suffering a loss. However, nearly half a year later, he was in trouble again in his career.
He has made great progress and brought tens of millions of profits to the company. Everyone in the company looks up to him, not because of his status as the son of the general manager, but because of his ability.
But now he saw that the person who had made him suffer had achieved more than himself during this period. This feeling was very uncomfortable and made him have the urge to smash things.
"You guys go and play. I won't go if I have something to do. Don't come out to me if you have anything to do in the future." Chi Jingtian took back his mobile phone, waved his hand in an irritable mood and left.
…
After having dinner with a group of association members, Xue Chen returned to Zhuoyue Store. As soon as he entered the door, Huang Pinqing, who was sitting leisurely drinking tea in the lobby, stood up subconsciously and saluted Xue Chen.
"Manager Xue Chao, others are upstairs." Huang Pinqing said.
"Yeah." Xue Chen nodded and went directly upstairs.
After watching Xue Chen go upstairs, Huang Pinqing slowly sat down, holding the teacup in his hand, looking down at the tea in the teacup, sighing slightly, thinking silently in his heart, when did he develop a sense of awe for him?
Xue Chen and Xue Chao talked about participating in the charity auction tomorrow.
"I've also seen the news. The drought is very serious in the southwest. Some backward areas can't even supply water for livestock. The ground is also cracked piece by piece. It needs to be tied up." Xue Chao
He looked at Xue Chen and smiled, "What are your plans? Are you planning to donate something to the auction, or are you planning to take a photo of something?"
"Let's take a look. I'll probably put out a gadget for auction. After all, I'm also a director, right?" Xue Chen said with a casual smile.
Xue Chen also took the opportunity to look inside the Yutong Space to see if there was anything suitable to be donated for auction. The price did not need to be too high. A small item worth thirty to fifty thousand yuan would be enough. Others had talked about it during the meal.
Charity auctions are basically held once a year. After all, China is a vast country, and there are always some places affected by natural disasters every year.
Every time there is a charity auction, some people take the initiative to donate some of their things to be auctioned, and all the money earned from the auction is donated to the disaster-stricken area. Whoever takes out the auction items will count as a donation.
There are no specific regulations as to what items should be donated for auction, but most of them are small antiques of average value, and occasionally there are famous watches, jewelry, etc.
He scanned his Jade Eyes space and found that there was really nothing suitable to put up for auction.
There are really a lot of things stuffed into the Yutong space, including wallets, key chains, car keys, chewing gum, a change of clothes, and a basket of fresh fruits. It is like a treasure bag.
The only thing suitable for auction is the special-grade Hotan mutton-fat jade ball that he occasionally plays with, but it definitely cannot be donated for auction. Not only is it too precious, after all, he has been playing with it for a while.
If you have feelings, you will naturally be reluctant to donate them.
"Brother Chao, are there any gadgets worth 30,000 to 50,000 yuan in the store? Find one for me and I'll donate it."
Xue Chao thought for a moment: "Well, there is something really suitable. Two days ago, someone came to sell a manuscript of the Yongle Dadian. Master Huang read it and said it was a manuscript from the late Qing Dynasty. He spent five
Wan bought it."
"The Yongle Grand Ceremony manuscript..." Xue Chen nodded, "Then bring it."
Xue Chao came back and found a flat wooden box in his hand: "When I brought it, it was wrapped in a piece of cloth, so I made a box."
Opening the box, there lay quietly an ancient book with a yellowish color inside. From top to bottom, there were four big characters written, "Yongle Dadian". There was also a row of small characters in the lower right corner: Volume One Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty-Five.
When he saw the Yongle Dadian, a handwritten copy of the mid-Qing Dynasty, Xue Chen raised his eyebrows and reached out to take it out. After looking at it twice, his eyes suddenly lit up and he blurted out: "This is not a handwritten copy of the mid-Qing Dynasty."
transcript!"
"Ah, how could it be that Master Huang got it wrong?" Xue Chao asked hurriedly with concern, a little panicked. Did he receive a fake copy?
Xue Chen stretched out his hand and carefully touched the brittle paper, and smiled cheerfully: "I made a mistake. This is indeed not from the mid-Qing Dynasty, but the original from the Ming Dynasty!"
"The original one from the Ming Dynasty?" Xue Chao muttered in a daze.
"Is that okay?"
It is obviously the original of the Yongle Dadian, but it is regarded as a manuscript from the mid-Qing Dynasty. What is interesting is that neither the seller nor the buyer gave a correct identification and were kept in the dark.
The Yongle Dadian was compiled during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, which was the same period as the Yashou Cup. It was compiled by Xie Jin, the chief minister of the cabinet, and was a masterpiece in Chinese history. It is a strange book with a total of 20,000 vehicles.
With one thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven volumes, it is called the largest encyclopedia in the history of the world!
The Yongle blue and white hand cup is valuable enough, but compared with the Yongle Dadian, it was instantly reduced to rubbish!
Of course, what we are talking about is that if all the more than 20,000 volumes of the Yongle Canon are preserved, and this is just one of the more than 20,000 volumes, its market value will not be comparable to the hand cup.
Although it was only one volume, Xue Chen was very surprised. After all, there were only more than 800 volumes handed down in total, which was just a fraction of the more than 20,000 volumes, and they were still scattered all over the world!
Among them, 222 volumes are collected in the National Museum, which is also the place with the largest number of Yongle Dadian volumes in existence, followed by 40 volumes in the Library of Congress and 34 volumes in Japan's Oriental Bunko.
Most of the rest are collected in the libraries of many well-known universities abroad, but there are very few in China, only three or two big cats and kittens.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."
Xue Chen was so happy that he felt as if a golden cake fell from the sky and hit him on the head.
Although the value may be very different from that of a hand cup, this feeling of "getting something for nothing" is really good. (To be continued)