Chapter 815 Ancient Paintings (1)

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The middle-aged man's face turned slightly red. It was indeed Yang Zimei who was talking about the peach wood sign with the stall owner just now, but they didn't seem to be talking about transactions.

Just now, when he passed by here, he heard the word peach wood sign, so he stopped and turned to the girl, only to find that she really had a peach wood sign that was exactly the same as the one in the seminar hanging around her neck, which made him overjoyed. , could not help but immediately bid.

Thinking that the stall owner is just a little girl, he will offer 10,000 first, if he is not willing to increase it slowly.

Who knew that when the price reached 200,000, Yang Zimei was even snapping up the price of 1 million.

He looked at Yang Zimei carefully, and secretly admired that there is actually a skin in the world that is as smooth and tender as white jade, as elegant as a girl in the sky, like the goddess of Luohe, who came out of the picture scroll.

Immediately, he was surprised to find that on her neck, there was also a similar peach wood plaque, which emitted a faint dark light against her skin.

I saw two pieces at once, plus the piece in President Che Dongliang's hand, there were three such peach wood plaques in total.

Isn't this mahogany card a rare thing?

But that day's academic seminar, which gathered the national academic elite, was unable to understand the origin of the peach wood card, let alone what year it was.

President Che regarded the peach wood sign as a peerless treasure that day.

Antiques are unique and valuable.

Now there are three pieces in the world, and they are casually hung on a girl's neck, so the value is greatly reduced.

It is impossible for him to spend a million to fight with Yang Zimei.

"Okay, I'm not going to grab the goods with you, but can you tell me, what is the origin of this peach wood card? Why do you wear it?"

He also wanted to see if he could find some valuable clues from the mouths of these two girls, and he could report it to the president, study it together, and find out the origin.

"My grandmother left it to my mother, and my mother left it to me. I don't know where it came from." The girl replied.

"Mine was sent by someone."

Yang Zimei answered lightly.

"Are you really willing to spend a million for this thing, girl, are your parents willing to give you that much money?" the man asked unwillingly.

"I don't have a million now, but I'll have it later."

Yang Zimei smiled, "I can sell the antiques I just bought. If you are interested, Uncle, I can show you."

"Uh?"

The middle-aged man saw that she was just holding a shabby scroll in her hand. Although she couldn't see the inside clearly, judging from the color of the scroll, it looked like a street stall, and sneered, "Don't say it, you What you have in your hand will be an ancient painting worth millions of dollars."

"Exactly."

Yang Zimei squinted and smiled.

Originally, she wanted to take the painting back to Song Xuan for appraisal, and then send it to the antique shop for auction, but now that she needs money urgently, she can't manage any more.

"Hehe, the girl is really joking."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Don't think that you can pick up any big leaks on this road. Don't think that the painting looks old, it's really an old painting, it's just old."

"Whether it's true, uncle, you can tell by looking at it."

Yang Zimei carefully unfolded the painting on the small table where the girl was doing her homework.

There were a lot of people watching the lively around, wanting to see why she was so determined, she was holding an ancient painting.

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