Chapter 370 Four Antiques Over 100 Million

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Jiang Siming didn't want to "clean up" her now, but sat in front of her bed and took out the acupuncture.

Simply disinfect with a lighter and alcohol.

Then, he put several stitches in Ishihara Satomi's ankle.

Ishihara Satomi closed her eyes and felt warm sensations on her feet. When she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Siming seriously healing her.

A small heart of Ishihara Satomi was beating unsatisfactorily, and she felt that she had seen the Prince Charming in her teenage fantasy.

Especially when Jiang Siming put a needle in her foot, it would inevitably touch her foot, and every time he touched Ishihara Satomi's body, he would tremble.

More than ten minutes later, Jiang Siming withdrew the acupuncture.

"Okay, come down and take two steps to try."

Ishihara Satomi got out of bed and took two steps. She was limping a little before, but now she has fully recovered, and the pain in her feet is no longer the slightest.

"It's really good!" Ishihara Satomi was surprised and jumped on the carpet a few times, so cute that she took off.

She jumped up and down like this, and the pair of babies on her chest also dragged the dress up and down, almost jumping out of the collar.

Jiang Siming was so amused by the thief that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

As if seeing Jiang Siming's gaze, Ishihara Satomi hurriedly stopped her movements and turned around shyly, daring not to look at Jiang Siming's bright eyes.

"We haven't played with what we just did, should we continue?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.

Ishihara Satomi was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack to get in, but she stayed in the room honestly.

Jiang Siming walked over, hugged her horizontally, threw her on the bed "rudely", and pressed her on...

A few minutes later, a scream of pain came from the bedroom, and a freshly-baked young woman was born.

For two hours, Satomi Ishihara fell asleep because of lack of energy. Before she fell asleep, she only remembered that she had been flying in the sky for a long time...

Playing for too long is not good, Jiang Siming has to take her to the bathroom to give her a bath.

Jiang Siming, who was put back on the bed, looked at Ishihara Satomi, who was sleeping peacefully, and almost got impulsive again.

Considering that the 'newcomer' had no experience and could not bear much stimulation for the first time, Jiang Siming had to endure and give up this plan.

Jiang Siming was not sleepy, and curiously picked up the backpack he brought from Xie Wenhao.

In addition to those documents, there are two paintings and two pieces of porcelain.

Jiang Siming opened the first calligraphy and painting.

The calligraphy and painting are very large, with a group of monks and Buddha painted on it, and there is a line of characters next to it, but Jiang Siming can't understand the official script.

"What kind of calligraphy and painting is this?" Jiang Siming wondered, he knew nothing about antique calligraphy and painting.

"Wait, Xiaoxian seems to know."

Jiang Siming took out his phone and patted his phone case.

This phone case was changed by a little fairy. Generally, if Jiang Siming wants to sleep with his wife, he will turn it off, so as not to let her see any **** pictures.

The reopened Xiaoxian pouted and said to Jiang Siming aggrievedly: "The master is bad, always locks Xiaoxian in the small dark room, woohoo~"

"I'll lock you up again." Jiang Siming frightened her.

"Oh, master, don't~ Xiaoxian dare not~" Xiaoxian hurriedly confessed.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Quickly help me find out whose work this calligraphy and painting is, in what year, and how much it is worth."

When Xiaoxian heard it, she immediately transformed into a scanner, flew over the calligraphy and painting, and swept the infrared beam towards the calligraphy and painting.

Found it in no time.

"Master, this is the "Eighteen Yingzhen Picture Scroll" by Ming Dynasty painter Wu Bin, which is intended to be the four regular script of Qianlong's inscription 'Recreational Magical Powers'. There are eighteen pieces of "Secret Palace Pearl Forest", and this is the only one that has been inscribed by Qianlong himself."

"What about the value?"

Jiang Siming doesn't care what dynasty this thing is from, he only cares how much this thing is worth.

Although this is a bit tacky, Jiang Siming will not change it.

He is not a child raised by a wealthy family. Jiang Siming, who has been suffering since childhood, doesn't know any antiques and cultural relics. He only knows that if he has money, he will not be hungry.

Just change someone and give you 100 million yuan and a precious and famous painting that is useless but can be passed down. You can't sell it for money. Which one would you choose?

"This work was auctioned at 169 million yuan in 2009, and is currently estimated at more than 1 billion yuan."

Jiang Siming was startled, he didn't expect this painting to be so valuable, so he quickly put it away, it would be bad if he was a layman.

Putting down the first picture, Jiang Siming opened the second picture.

The second picture is a copybook, with flowing water and stylus strokes, the whole copybook looks better than a painting.

Without Jiang Siming's instructions, Xiaoxian helped Jiang Siming scan it.

"Master, this copybook is called "Peace in Cursive Script". It was written by Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Together with "Orchid Pavilion Collection" and "Kai Xue Qing Shi Post", it is known as Wang Xizhi's three most peak works."

"This Cursive Ping An Post was auctioned in Beijing for 380 million yuan in 2010, and the current estimate is over 1.5 billion."

Jiang Siming is happy that he has made a fortune, and each of these two paintings is worth one billion.

In the end, Xiaoxian also identified two porcelains, one is the Qing Qianlong pastel hollowed-out turning heart bottle, which is worth 250 million.

The other is the Northern Song Dynasty Ru

Kiln celadon glaze sunflower wash, valued at 180 million.

Although these are not expensive for land and gambling licenses, four antiques worth hundreds of millions are rare in the market.

Basically, all rare-level antiques are in the hands of the rich.

Jiang Siming put them all away. As for the gambling card and land, Jiang Siming wanted to take it all by himself, but he didn't have the strength.

Mainly it doesn't matter.

Xiaoyangshan Port is engaged in ship transportation, and he does not engage in transportation of a single ship unless it is sold or leased.

But Jiang Siming understands that even if he doesn't understand it, it's the most profitable thing to run it by himself. Selling it is equivalent to killing fish and taking eggs.

But it's too embarrassing to want Jiang Siming to start a shipping company now.

Finally, there is this gambling card. Macau casinos are divided into two types, one is on the ground and the other is on the boat.

If you want to get a casino out, it is not enough to have gambling cards, you have to have a casino.

This is also a headache for Jiang Siming. Instead of having no clue, it is better to think about it. Anyway, these two things will not expire, and I will think about it when I have time.

Putting things away, Jiang Siming rolled over and returned to the bed, hugging the body of his new girlfriend, the devil, closing his eyes and falling asleep...

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