Qin Xuan had already taken away the treasures in the study, important things such as the "Genealogy Book" and kept them in Xumi. However, what was left in the room were some legends from an unknown age.
What came down were large and small jars with ghostly symbols on them.
"Xiao Li? Xiao Li, are you okay?"
Snow Baby realized that he was in trouble, so he didn't dare to scare him anymore. He hid his demonic power and figure and hid aside.
Soon, Xiao Li woke up. There was nothing wrong with his body, but he was still a little uneasy. So, the foreman asked him to go to the hospital for a check-up, and the expenses would be reimbursed by him.
"Then boss, here..."
"We are here, go ahead!"
Xiao Li left, but he was suddenly knocked out of the broken house: "This is the place, what should I do?"
The foreman walked in and immediately smelled a musty smell. At this time, several workers also began to observe this small, but not small room.
"Boss, what are these, pickle jars?"
The jar in the man's hand was as big as a football, with two talisman stickers on it. When the foreman saw it, he hurriedly said: "You all, be careful! Who knows if these things are antiques? If they are damaged, we will lose our money and we can't pay for it."
rise!"
"Antique, antique? That's all?"
"Have you never seen a treasure appraisal? Some ugly broken cans are treasures worth millions or even hundreds of millions." The foreman didn't think about doing anything at all. He just wanted to find a safe place immediately and put these things away.
Put away the jars.
"But do we really need to build a shed for these cans?"
"Nonsense! What happened to people who paid so much money to build a shed? If the subsequent construction damages them, and the owner comes back, and it is really an antique, it is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, and I tell you
How many times have we done this? In our line of work, we have to check every wire and every tile carefully, do you understand?"
"Understood."
"Why don't you go to work quickly! Xiao Li is gone, and we have to get his share back. We'll work overtime tonight!"
"ah?"
"Ah, what? If anyone is afraid of ghosts, you can go to the hospital with Xiao Li to check your brain for free!" After that, the foreman said to a worker: "Xiao Wang, I will pay Mr. Zhang later."
I took a few photos of this place and asked him to design it quickly so that when we finish building the house, we can decorate it right away."
"Oh, okay."
"Dududu."
Not long after, in a hotel in Nanami City, two well-dressed men who were obviously successful people were chatting about their relationship at the wine table.
"Old Liu, why are you so busy when we go out to eat together?"
"No, alas, it's just an old friend who asked me to help draw a design."
"What blueprint?"
"What else could it be? Decoration."
"Hey, who can invite you, Master Zhang? Come on, come on, I have to see this."
"You are not a master, you are just making a living," Mr. Zhang said, "Hey! OK, OK, I'll give it to you. You're such a big boss, and you're here to kill me."
The two have been friends for many years, and it was only because of drinking that they started teasing each other, but...
"Um?"
Suddenly, the boss's hand holding the phone trembled, and his expression changed.
"Old Wang, what's wrong with you?"
"Wait, wait," Boss Wang enlarged the picture, and then looked carefully at the pots photographed in the corner of the photo: "Hey, what, what is this?"
"What what?"
Mr. Zhang looked at the jar in the photo in surprise, only to hear Boss Wang say: "Where is this? Please take me to see it quickly."
"What's wrong?"
"This jar, yes, but this can't be called a jar, this is porcelain."
"Ah? This is dark, is it porcelain? Old Wang, are you sure it's porcelain, not pottery?"
"Yes, although this thing is a little darker, it should be porcelain, and not ordinary porcelain." Boss Wang is not only a businessman, he is also a collector, and he is especially interested in ceramic antiques. At this time, he saw
He couldn't wait to go over and take a closer look at this unique antique style.
Of course, he doesn't want to keep it for himself.
As a collector, at this stage, the pursuit of knowledge is far more attractive than money.
Soon, the two of them came from Qihai city center to Baishui Village on the outskirts of Qihai City. When Boss Wang saw these dark clay pots with his own eyes and touched them with his own hands, he finally confirmed his idea: "Yes.
Porcelain, and the firing process is extremely close to the perfect stage, but how is this possible?"
Primitive porcelain existed more than 3,000 years ago, but the porcelain at that time had no appreciation value at all.
But the one in the hands of Boss Wang is completely different. It is very ancient. Judging from the style, it must have a history of at least two to three thousand years, because it does not look like a Shang and Zhou style craft at all.
"Such a superb craftsmanship, but it has such a long history, it is simply unbelievable." Could it be that as early as three thousand years ago, the Chinese could have fired such perfect porcelain? "If this thing were to get out, it would definitely cause a stir in the archaeological community.
An argument."
"So," Mr. Zhang doesn't understand this. He is a great designer. Money is of no use to him. He is already very satisfied: "Is this thing valuable?"
"What is valuable? Don't use the word money to insult it. It is a work of art!" Although the shape of this clay pot is very strange and unheard of, it does not affect Boss Wang's appreciation of its beauty: "It is a priceless treasure and a symbol of people's appreciation for it.
Another major discovery in terms of historical cognition!”
"Old Wang, this is someone else's thing, you must not..."
"Who do you think I am!"
"I don't want this thing. It's of no use to me. What I want to know most now is the origin of this thing and the story behind it," said Boss Wang. "But it depends on the owner's intentions."
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"Hand over to the state?"
"Hand it in!" Boss Wang said: "This is not something dug out of the soil. It has been hidden in the house for hundreds of years and is something passed down from our ancestors."
Just like that, Boss Wang sat directly in the jar full of iron boron. He looked at this one and that one, and couldn't put it down. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and said: "Lao Zhang, go back first."
Bar."
"Ah? What about you?"
"I'm going to wait here until the owner of these things comes back."
"Why wait for him to come back?"
"Of course, I asked him the origin of these things as soon as possible!" Boss Wang is very rich. Now he is almost sixty years old. Money has long been meaningless to him. For him, looking for the history
The treasures contained in it are the most valuable things in his life.