A treasure-appraisal maniac

When everything was settled, Yan Yonghui sent two younger brothers to drive and escort Gao Meng to join Gao Yuan in Jincheng.

Lu Fei returned home and took care of his wound. He was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night.

There is nothing better than watching your enemy disappear from this world.

Early the next morning, Lu Fei changed into loose clothes, endured the pain, and drove the Zheng family's little sister to the market for shopping.

Bentley's off-road debut at the market is really eye-catching.

Throughout the morning, Lu Fei stayed at Hongfei Noodle House to help. At noon, he had a quick bite of noodles and returned to Wutong Villa.

Because Lu Fei received a call from Kong Jiaqi, the descendants of the Di family are here.

Not long after Lu Fei arrived home, several luxury cars drove in.

In addition to Kong Jiaqi's car, there is also a Flying Goddess, a bulletproof Bentley Mulsanne, and a super luxurious Mercedes-Benz sedan.

The car door opened and more than a dozen people came out. Kong Jiaqi and a middle-aged woman with a graceful and elegant temperament were accompanied by a middle-aged man in his early fifties.

This man was over 1.8 meters tall, with straight features and a straight back. However, his complexion was very different, and he was obviously ill.

The three of them were followed by an extremely handsome little puppy. He was in his early twenties and had skin that Lu Han envied, a figure that Hu Bing could not match, and facial features that put Wang Yibo to shame.

The most handsome man Lu Fei had ever seen before was Wan Xiaofeng, but compared with this little naughty dog, both his appearance and temperament were not at the same level.

If this person appeared in front of the screen, those stupid girls would go crazy.

A well-tailored, privately-tailored suit is extremely luxurious, with a pigeon blood ruby ​​brooch shining brightly. He is holding a valuable explosion-proof lockbox in his right hand. As he moves around, the Patek Philippe 1997 Collector’s Edition pillow watch on his wrist is dazzling.

The watch, brooch and this outfit alone are worth nearly ten million, but there is nothing visible on the little puppy.

It's artificial, but so easy-going and natural.

This is the essential gap between the wealthy generation and the nouveau rich second generation.

Several people walked to the door of the courtyard. Even though the door of the courtyard was wide open, the middle-aged man still stood still and rang the doorbell. This is quality and respect for the host.

This skill alone is enough for the nouveau riche to learn for several years.

Lu Fei greeted him with a smile. More than ten meters away, the middle-aged man took the initiative to extend his hand.

Holding both hands together, the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Lu Feilu. Di Chaodong has taken the liberty of visiting us. Please don't take offense, sir."

Lu Fei smiled and said.

"Mr. Di, you are too polite. At your age and my age, you can just call me Lu Fei or Xiao Fei."

"Is this good?"

"What's wrong? I am the host and you are the guest. It is natural for guests to follow the host."

"This, this, hahaha. Okay, then I'm not welcome."

"Xiao Fei, let me introduce you first. This is my wife Zhu Hailan."

"Hello Mrs. Di."

"This boy is my son Di Ruilong. Ruilong is young. From now on, you can have more contact and get closer to him!"

The little puppy stepped forward, smiled slightly, showing a mouth of white and neat teeth, and spoke in a slightly stiff Mandarin.

"Hello, hello, Brother Lu, and my little brother Di Ruilong, please give me your advice."

Kong Jiaqi patted Lu Fei on the shoulder and said.

"Smelly bastard, this is my little brother. Don't be polite to him. Just call him Little Loach."

"Hey, sister Jiaqi, this is the first time I'm meeting Brother Lu. Can you please stop calling him by his nickname? It's very embarrassing." Di Ruilong protested.

Lu Fei coughed twice. This was not showmanship. Kong Jiaqi's two slaps just hit his wounds lightly, and Lu Fei almost screamed out in pain.

While they were talking, seven or eight bodyguards brought out large and small packages of gifts from the RV, which made Lu Fei gnash his teeth.

Top-grade Kavaha cigars, top-grade Bordeaux cellar, 82-year-old Lafite, 75-year-old Romanee-Conti, a whole lot of aged Moutai Wuliangye, and several boxes of Malaysia’s top-grade durian Musang King.

The value of these things combined is outrageous.

Although Lu Fei was horrified in his heart, he looked calm and calm on the outside. He just glanced at them and then moved his eyes back, leading everyone into the room.

Lu Fei's performance made Di Chaodong look at him sincerely.

But this was just a stepping stone. When they arrived in the living room, Kong Jiaqi transformed into the hostess and took the initiative to make tea for everyone.

Di Chaodong winked, and the little nanny put the password box on the coffee table and opened it. There was a porcelain statue lying quietly inside.

This is a pastel celestial sphere bottle, about 25 centimeters high, with a straight mouth, a long neck, a spherical belly, and a recumbent foot at the bottom.

The statue is decorated with pastels on a white ground, and is painted with a peach tree. Its trunk is strong and looks like it is reaching up to the sky, and its twigs are stretched and powerful.

The shades of green leaves, contrasting with the yin and yang, are completely derived from the artist's sketches, and there is no careless stroke.

The layout of the peaches further embodies the traditional painting principle of "collecting three and gathering five". Each peach has a different angle and is full of three-dimensionality, which confirms the craftsmanship feature of "the color of clear water facilitates filling".

The peach blossoms are in bud or fully in full bloom, all with the quality of ice and jade, and the appearance of dancing in the wind and snow.

Beside the peach trees

Snuggling up to a rose plant shows the virtue of being humble and uncontested. The peach branches extend to the outer wall of the mouth, which is difficult to draw.

The painting is sophisticated and vivid. The staining and scratching of the branches, the aging and turning of the branches and leaves, the changes in the shades of ripe red peaches, the blooming and budding beauty of the flowers.

Although the "rose" in this vase plays a supporting role, its posture is vivid and the colors are bright, and it still has the charm of "the beautiful moon is caged in the morning, and the spring is occupied every year".

The body of the bottle is solid, with a white glaze like fat. The bottom is glazed with white glaze, and the inscription "Made in the Qianlong Year of the Qing Dynasty" is placed in the middle, which indicates the writing strength.

The pastel nine-peach celestial sphere vase is like a charming beauty with smiling peaches, bringing a ray of spring breeze from hundreds of years ago.

The pastels on the white background arbitrarily bring out the natural and color contrast of the flourishing peach blossoms.

The painting of nine peaches takes the auspicious saying of "nine and nine return to one", which means peace, prosperity and boundless longevity.

As we all know, Qianlong's pastels were not as good as those of his father, Yongzheng.

But this celestial sphere vase was beautiful, elegant and colorful, impeccably beautiful to the extreme, and Lu Fei was fascinated by it.

"Mr. Di, what are you doing?" Lu Fei asked.

"Haha, I heard from Jiaqishi's niece that you like collecting, Xiaofei, so I brought you a little gadget. I hope you like it."

Hold!

Is this also called a gadget?

This celestial sphere vase is worth tens of millions when released. Before getting to the point, a gift worth tens of millions is given out. This is the way a rich man shows up!

Lu Fei went back to the house, and when he came back he had a piece of lightning wood in his hand, and said to Di Chaodong with a smile.

"Thank you Mr. Di for your kindness, but I, Lu Fei, feel disrespectful."

"However, there is an old saying in China that it is inappropriate to reciprocate when you come back. This is a little bit of my thoughts. In the spring of the 20th year, the first thunder struck the peach tree. I hope you can accept it."