Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Buy Day Auction House is an auction house in Tokyo that opened in the 1960s. Although it has not been established for a long time, it has already gained a great reputation in the Japanese auction industry.

Ai Nakamori is the front desk of Buying Day Auction House. When she saw someone walking in, she quickly stood up and said hello, "Hello, sir, welcome to Buying Day Auction House. What can I do for you?"

"Hello, I have a piece of calligraphy that I want to auction at your auction house."

"OK, just a second."

Ai Nakamori picked up the phone and called the manager in charge of reception.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes came from inside, "Hello, sir, I'm Linzo Okamoto."

"Hi, I'm Nanchuan Junma, please take care of me."

"Nanchuan-san, please follow me."

Okamoto Linsan brought Nanchuan Junma to a room similar to a reception room, and after someone poured tea for Nanchuan Junma, he asked, "Nanchuan-san, what item do you want to auction?"

"A picture, Manager Okamoto, do you know Chao Heng?"

"I have been engaged in this work for many years, and I have studied historical allusions. Of course I know who Chao Heng is. He is the ancestor of the Abe family. As an envoy to the Tang Dynasty, he will stay in Chang'an forever."

"Yes, what I want to entrust you to auction is a painting by Abe Nakamaro."

"Can I take a look?" Okamoto Linsan said excitedly.

"certainly."

Nanchuan Junma took out a rag from his pocket, wiped it carefully on the tea table, and wiped it three times in a row, but he was still uneasy, and leaned down to look at the table carefully.

After confirming that it had been wiped clean, he opened the briefcase he carried with him and took out a scroll from it.

Seeing Nanchuan Junma's behavior, Okamoto Linsan felt even more itchy.

After finally waiting for Nanchuan Junma to open the scroll, he moved closer to him and looked at it carefully.

"The general who is ordered to resign from the country is not a talented courtier. Love the Ming Lord in the sky, and remember the loving relatives overseas. Fu Zuo violated the golden palace, and the scorpion went to Yujin. The road to Penglai is far away, Ruomu's old garden. Looking west at Huai'en Day, returning to the east Ganyi Chen. A sword in my life, I leave it as a gift to the people I make friends with.

Good handwriting, really good handwriting, the promotion is indeed from Abe Nakamaro, but this handwriting..."

"Manager Okamoto, please pay attention to the second, third and fourth columns. This word is actually not written by one person, but by several people."

"Nanchuan-san, please advise."

"It is said that three famous poets, Wang Wei, Li Bai, and Chu Guangxi, all made friends with Abe Nakamaro. The second column is the calligraphy left by Abe Nakamaro who invited his friend Wang Wei;

After Wang Wei passed away, Abe Nakamaro made friends with Li Bai and Chu Guangxi and invited them to leave the third and fourth columns.

You can take a closer look. In fact, each column was written by a different person. I don’t know who left the calligraphy in the fifth and sixth columns. "

Okamoto Rinzo looked at the writing on the table carefully again, and said after a long time: "Nanchuan-san, I'm very sorry, I don't have much research on Abe Nakamaro, I can leave this writing, I invite other Appraiser appraise it."

"No, you can find other appraisers, but I must be present when the appraises."

"Of course it can."

...

"Uncle Ke, is that picture reliable?"

"There were a lot of capable people back then, little devils, and this picture could fool them. I don't believe it. Now there are devils who are more powerful than those bastards back then." Ke Jianzhen gritted his teeth a bit. too pleasant.

"Then I don't worry, this plan has several rings."

"I've already thrown away the hands and feet that you sent over. It's just your kind of kid's graffiti, and you still want to pretend to be Su Dongpo?"

Click, the phone hangs up.

Nan Yi held the microphone in his hand, his face darkened.

Damn, is my handwriting that bad?

Putting the microphone back on the phone, Nan Yi stood up and took off the calendar card on the wall, flipped up a new page, and hung it back up again.

There is a Guangdong Province Street in Jordan, which is also called Yushi Street.

The twelfth day of the 10th lunar month is the appropriate day for opening.

There is a gambling shop on Yushi Street that opened today.

Nanyi came here, followed by Dewen.

In his previous life, Lin Shouzheng, a jewelry tycoon from Hong Kong, mentioned in one of his interviews that he made his first pot of gold in his life from gambling stones in the stone gambling shop in front of Nanyi.

Later, he also bought his lucky star, that is, this store.

Well, the story is such a story, but Nanyi doesn't believe it.

"October 12th, that's today, I want to see which stone Lin Shouzheng opened."

Nanyi looked at the entrance of the stone gambling shop. There was a sign hanging at the door of the store, which said that to celebrate the opening, the stone gambling shop had brought back a batch of high-quality jadeite wool from Myanmar, and what kind of stone gambling meeting would be held today.

It is not so much a Laoshizi stone betting conference as it is a roadside stall. The stone betting shop puts jadeite raw materials on various booths, and the people who participate in the stone betting are like buying vegetables in a vegetable market.

The big day of opening, there should be a lot of good products out today.

Nanyi walked to the booth marked with the number "6", and there was a piece of rough jadeite in the shape of a pumpkin on it. The staff of the gambling shop was introducing: "This is an old pit species that was transported from Pagang, Myanmar. Everyone knows that Pagang is the earliest mining pit in Myanmar, and it has a history of two to three hundred years;

The jadeite produced inside is of the highest quality, and this rough stone is definitely a good one. Everyone can see that there are pine flowers on the outside of this woolen material. Experienced people can tell at a glance that this is the manifestation of jade inside. "

"According to what you're saying, there must be jade inside?" A middle-aged man next to him asked.

"I didn't say that." The staff member said: "Boss, since betting on stones is called gambling, it means that no one can guarantee whether there will be emeralds in the stones. It is precisely because of this that you will get rich with a knife, right?" Is it?"

The middle-aged man stopped talking. As a veteran stone gambler, he certainly understands that even the most experienced stone gambler cannot be sure whether there will be jade or not.

"The skin of this wool is yellowish gray. It looks like it's from Pagang's old pit, but the overall performance is not good, and there are many cracks on it." Another person next to him said.

As soon as he reminded, others suddenly found that there were many cracks in the woolen material, and one on the back was still deep into the stone. Many people tried their best to stand on tiptoe to see the performance inside through the crack, but unfortunately, the crack was not big, and they couldn't see the inside at all.

Looking at the expressions of these people, Nan Yi snickered beside him.

This crack is too tight. It is in the middle. If someone cuts it from the middle and sees that there is no jade inside, it is estimated that they will cut open the side with pine flowers. Sell ​​half of the price to others at a low price.

Nanyi intends to play, but his budget is only 100 Hong Kong dollars. It is best to wait until everyone loses confidence, and when the remaining rough stones are thrown away, he can ask for a piece for free to cut and play.

"It's hard to judge this stone, there are many cracks, but no green can be seen in every crack, so the risk is very high." Another person said.

The staff member said calmly, "It's because you can't see it, that's why you want to gamble. If you can directly see the inside, then you still need to gamble, and the price will be clearly marked and auctioned off."

"How much is this wool?"

Finally someone asked an important question.

The staff turned over the sign that had been placed on the side of the original stone, and it was marked with 20,000 Hong Kong dollars.

As soon as the price came out, it immediately caused an uproar.

It seems that the Stone Gambling Company also understood that the performance of the rough stone was too poor, so they did not dare to set the price too high.

The price is not high, and some gamblers stare at the rough stone with piercing eyes, as if it is a piece of gold.

At this time, the staff said again: "Everyone, according to the rules of the stone gambling shop, the 20,000 Hong Kong dollars is only the reserve price. You can quote freely, and the highest price will win."

Nan Yi laughed secretly, "Lin Shou is just a character."

When Nanyi was thinking, there were already people calling for prices. Everyone came to gamble on stones. This piece of wool came from the best Pagang wool from the eight old factories in Myanmar. It is worth a gamble. If you are lucky, you can earn a few Thousands of hundreds of thousands.

Everyone bid one after another, and the price of this piece of wool quickly rose to 50,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"Is there any boss who bids, if not, then I declare that this rough stone belongs to this boss."

As soon as the staff of the Stone Gambler finished speaking, a balding middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the stage.

"Boss, would you like to consign it or do it on-site? If you want to do it on-site, our Stone Betting Shop has a full set of tools and the best stone-cleaning masters. If you unlock the emerald, our Stone Betting Shop will pay you back at a high price."

"Untie."

Hearing that the middle-aged Xie Ding wanted to unravel the stone, the onlookers immediately became excited, and even the gamblers from the booth next door gathered around one after another, waiting to see the result of the stone unraveling.

The staff of the stone gambling shop skillfully moved the ore to the stone cutter, and Dai Wen leaned over to Nan Yi and asked, "Boss, is this the calculus? Is the emerald coming out of it?"

Nanyi nodded and said, "Yes, but there may not be jade in this piece."

When Nanyi and Dewen were talking, Master Jieshi had already started to operate the stone cutter, and saw him skillfully operating the stone cutter, cutting from the biggest crack according to the request of the bald middle-aged man.

The scene was extremely quiet, everyone held their breath, raised their hearts to their throats, and fixed their eyes on the rough jadeite under the stone cutter.

The ear-piercing sound of stone-cutting sounded, and the wool was cut little by little, which was disappointing. The stone-cleaning master divided the whole piece of wool into two, and there was no trace of emerald green.

Xie Ding's middle-aged face was very ugly, but he still didn't give up. He drew a line on the side with the pine flower, and let Master Jieshi continue to untie it.

However, with one, two, and three cuts of the stone cutter, the pine flower wool was cut into pieces of different sizes, but there was still no trace of green.

The bald middle-aged man sat on the ground slumped, and there was a burst of ridicule from the crowd, and then a burst of sympathetic sighs.

"Fighting the street, I lost the bet, and fifty thousand yuan is gone. This stone is really evil. Such a good color, it doesn't even turn green at all. It's really bad."

Some people ridiculed, and naturally some people wanted to pick up the leaks. One of the people in the crowd walked up to the middle-aged Xie Ding, "If you don't want to bet on the remaining scraps, sell them to me."

The middle-aged Xie Ding raised two fingers, "I cost 50,000 yuan, cut it in half, and sold it to you for 20,000 yuan."

"Are you joking? You want 20,000 yuan for this scrap? Five thousand mosquitoes. If you sell it, you can sell it. If you don't sell it, you can take it back to pickle pickles."

The middle-aged Xie Ding gritted his teeth, "Take it away!"

The two parties made a deal, and the new owner of the wool asked the master to continue to analyze the stone, and the sound of zi la zi la sounded again.

However, Nanyi's attention was no longer on the stone-dissolving machine. He looked at a middle-aged man in his thirties, who was Lin Shouzheng.

Sure enough, looking at his famous brand, and the staff of the stone gambling shop who followed him, what kind of shit is the first pot of gold, he is playing the game of turning his left hand into his right hand, making a gimmick to cut the winner.