406 China's Boda

It's a pity that Lei Nai's time is too tight. After he returns to California, he has to mail the specific contract back, and he wants to become the art agent of the beauty of the world as soon as possible.

However, the lifeblood of the supply was tightly grasped by Qin Guan, let alone the price of commercial art in China is really cheap.

Can it not be cheap? Even if these types are intangible cultural heritage, the price of selling them to Chinese people is only 30 yuan a piece!

This is the rhythm to be ridiculed to death by many housewives, but the old beauty just likes it.

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As the layout of the store gradually filled up, the crowd at the entrance increased. If Guo Nuoyan hadn't blocked a sign that opened tomorrow, the crowd would have rushed in to fight for it.

A piece of small Su embroidery ornaments are placed on the treasure stand painted with purple paint, the golden sunlight is projected, and the fluffy kitten on the top is playing with the hydrangea, which is vivid.

The green, yellow, and white 'customized Tang San Ribbon Cover Rouge Box' contains duck egg powder finely made from soybean flour and rice flour by 'Xie Fuchun' in Yangzhou.

In the transparent glass bottle is ice musk oil with black hair, cleansing, antipruritic and detoxifying functions.

All of them carry the mysterious background of ancient China.

The beauties outside the door exclaimed one after another, the more this group of people looked at the goods on display, the more excited they became, this is a shop for artists, this is simply a haute couture shop for rich people!

Just looking at the value of these works of art, one can see the cunning of this young Asian shop owner. The most common collections are sold in bulk, while the real good things and exquisite goods are all taken out at the back.

Qin Guan opened the penultimate box, but under the watchful eyes of all the onlookers, he took out the handkerchief in his pocket, very piously wiped off the floating dirt in his hand with a silk handkerchief as white as falling snow, and put the handkerchief away. On to the grocery box.

He gently lifted up the objects inside, with a trace of obsession, and slowly said: "How much is a jewel in the world, is it like a pill of mud..."

The slight sweat from work did not affect the face of this Asian boy. At this time, he was reading a poem in Chinese that most of the people present could not understand. His slightly closed eyes and slightly shaking head were everywhere. It shows that he is in a relaxed and happy mood at this time.

Like a scholar in Tsing Yi and robes, with the rustling bamboo forest and the breeze blowing on his face, he drinks a cup of tea named Tianyuan for himself with the light-colored purple sand in his hand.

'Hua Hua Hua' applause sounded one after another, outside the door.

Lao Mei doesn't understand purple clay, poetry, or feelings, so they understand that the person in front of them is as beautiful as a painting.

Qin Guan smiled slightly at the people outside the door, and gently placed the purple sand made by old Mr. Gu Jingzhou in the center of the cubicle. Everyone's eyes followed the movements of Qin Guan's slender fingers.

In the compartment where the sun does not shine, this small pocket pot shaped like a lotus flower reveals its true appearance.

The round belly is smooth, the pattern is clear, the lid and the body of the pot are seamlessly seamed as one, and the beautiful handle is like the stem of a lotus leaf, with a playful summer.

The most mysterious thing is that, in the shaded corner, this purple clay teapot reflects the scorching, dot-like texture of golden sand all over its body, which is simply noble and elegant to the extreme.

The English-style white teapot is like mud under the feet in front of it. It should not be placed too high, so that the one on the shelf will not fall into the nobility of the king of the pot.

The shock wave was wave after wave, and everyone was stunned for two minutes. When Cong Nianwei opened the last box, they went completely crazy and broke out.

Nanjing Yunjin, one brocade in hand, I have the world.

Well that's not an exaggeration.

In a society where modern textile technology is so advanced, Nanjing Yunjin still maintains its traditional characteristics and unique skills.

Yunjin is named for its bright and gorgeous color, which is as beautiful as the clouds in the sky.

It is the first of the four famous brocades in China.

The cloud brocade that Cong Nianwei held in her arms was specially made by a manufacturer, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is hard to find in the world.

The bottom of brocade brocade is full of bright red silk satin. Through the special weaving method of brocade in Nanjing, gold thread, silver thread, copper thread, silk, spun silk, and feathers of various birds and animals are woven by hand into one. A whole piece of brocade.

Because of the complicated production process, the piece of Nanjing brocade in Cong Nianwei's hands is only two meters wide and five meters long, but it is the most expensive among all the works of art.

"Let's go, let's go in!"

"Miss! Can you show us the fabric in your hand? We are from Dior Design Studio!"

Guo Nuoyan at the door was almost eaten alive by this group of crazy women. His nostrils were gouged, his cheeks were pulled, his shoes were crushed, and the crazy women were about to break through. block together.

It was another sentence from Qin Guan that made the people outside the venue quiet: "This is not for sale, and it will be publicly auctioned at the designer's top material auction..."

Shrimp! If you do this, it's going too far. When the time comes, those top crocodiles will let them, a group of small designers, succeed? Are you kidding me?

Qin Guan gave Cong Nianwei a wink, and his girlfriend carefully opened a storage box and put the brocade into storage.

"However, the piece just now is not for sale. You should know that some smaller ones can still be sold."

Speaking of this, Qin Guan took out the last goods from the bottom of the box, five sealed and beautiful paper tubes, which looked like the shell of the kaleidoscope that he was obsessed with when he was a child.

Two beautiful fingers slowly pulled out the objects in the paper tube, and a beautiful silk scarf with natural silk pendants was displayed in front of the eyes of all the crazy designers.

Thin, as thin as a cicada's wing, transparent, the sun penetrates through the fine weaving thread without hesitation, bright, bright colors are like the most favored endowment of nature.

The weaving pattern of wind and cloud volume is different from the rich and ostentatious red brocade just now. It carries the melancholy of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River and tells the feelings of thousands of years.

Everyone quieted down, and the eyes gleamed with the light of determination, and everyone around them was their enemy.

'crack' 'crack' 'crack' 'crack'

The cylinders were opened one by one, and the five silk scarves revealed their true faces, just like the ladies in the boudoir, finally reaching the age of marriage.

Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums have their own advantages and disadvantages. The obsession of Europeans and Americans for silk is suppressed in the bones.

The products produced in those vermont embroidery workshops, before these real boudoirs, more or less lacked its heritage.

The voices of the people outside were trembling with coldness, but the fire in their hearts kept surging out.

"My dear boss, no! Art collectors! What about the price of silk scarves?"

Qin Guan's big white teeth dangled in front of their eyes, and the silk scarf that made them dizzy with him also dangled in his hands, just as dazzling. (To be continued.)