I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

Hu Muzhi knew that once he put everything on, he would definitely attract a large number of customers.

In order not to affect the business of the store behind him, Hu Muzhi specially chose a storefront that is not open today.

Although the location is almost at the end of Hollywood Road, the wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

After everything was set up, a guest came to the door.

And one by one, more and more.

Busy from six to eleven.

Halfway through, Hu Muzhi also replenished a batch of goods.

A total of nearly 300 pieces of 'antiques' were sold, and the total income reached 230,000 Hong Kong dollars, as well as some RMB and US dollars.

In just two days, Hu Muzhi could only sell 7~8w of "antiques" in Panjiayao, but when he came to Xiangjiang, he immediately sold nearly six times the price.

This is due to Xiangjiang's passion for collecting antiques.

The next day, early morning.

Hu Muzhi got up at 6:30, took a shower, went downstairs to have breakfast alone, then came to the sofa in the hotel lobby and waited for Tong Fan to come.

Around 7:20.

"Mr. Hu..."

A voice sounded from the door of the hotel.

Hu Muzhi turned his head to look, and saw Tong Fan, who was wearing a straight white shirt, suit pants and shiny leather shoes, walking in from the door.

557 Hu Muzhi got up, nodded towards Tong Fan, and said, "Let's go.""

The two then left the hotel and got into a Mercedes-Benz parked at the door.

The two sat in the back row, and Tong Fan said to the driver: "Go to No. 16 Deep Water Bay.

"Okay, boss." The driver responded and started the car.

The car slowly drove towards the destination.

"Mr. Hu, this is a mobile phone for you. 35 Tong Fan suddenly took out a big brother, plus a charger, and handed it to Hu Muzhi.

"Huh?" Hu Muzhi looked at Tong Fan puzzled.

"I wanted to invite you to dinner last night, so that I could do the best of my landlord's friendship, but I called the hotel and asked them to transfer, and they said they couldn't contact you. Use it first." Tong Fan explained.

"Okay." Hu Muzhi was not polite and accepted it directly.

After all, having a mobile phone is much more convenient.

Half an hour's drive.

"President Pan, it's here." The driver's voice sounded.

Hu Muzhi turned his head and looked out the window. It was a single-family villa, built halfway up the mountain, but it wasn't particularly large, and it looked like it covered an area of ​​more than 400 square meters.

There are two iron gates at the door, which are firmly closed.

As the driver opened the door, Hu Muzhi and Tong Fan got out of the car.

Immediately, Tong Fan came to the iron gate and pressed the doorbell on the side.

After a while, the iron gate opened.

It was a man who looked less than forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a somewhat burly physique.

In the car, Tong Fan introduced Hu Muzhi, who was the collector's son, Lin Yuehong.

Compared to his father, this person has no interest in collecting.

So more than three years after his father left, Lin Yuehong decided to sell these things that his father had collected.

"Brother Yuehong." Tong Fan greeted the other party.

"Boss Tong, here you go." Lin Yuehong also responded enthusiastically, "Please come in.

As soon as he entered the villa, Hu Muzhi saw that the garden of the villa was filled with all kinds of antiques, there were as many as forty or fifty pieces.

Most of them are furniture and porcelain.

Hu Muzhi glanced at it roughly, and it was basically a good object for opening the door.

For example, Ming Yongle blue and white plum vase with lid, Qing Kangxi sacrificial blue glaze appreciation vase and so on.

There are also furniture such as six-piece sets of Huanghuali in the Qing Dynasty.

So many to win all, at least tens of millions.

This also reflects from the side that Tong Fan is not a poor money owner.

"Boss Tong, take a seat first." Lin Yuehong led Tong Fan and Hu Muzhi to an open-air seat by the garden pool.

"No more." (bjci) Tong Fan shook his head and said, "Just look at the goods and discuss the price.""

"Boss Tong, the things are there, you can look at them as you like. As for the price, don't worry." Lin Yuehong waved his hand.

"What do you mean?" Tong Fan looked at Lin Yuehong in confusion.

"Boss Tong, you are a businessman, you should know the truth of shopping around, right?" Lin Yuehong explained with a smile: "So, besides you, I also invited other people to come here."5

"When the time comes, when everyone arrives, they are talking about the price.

When Lin Yuehong heard the words, his face sank, and he said, "What? Do you think I, Tong Fan, have no money to accept all your things?"

"Boss Tong misunderstood." Lin Yuehong explained: "Although I sold what my father left, I also want to buy a good price, so it's normal to shop around."

Tong Fan couldn't find any fault with Lin Yuehong's words, so he didn't refute it and sat there silently.

Of course, Tong Fan also understands that after all, he only receives the goods, and the other party sells the goods, and whether to sell or not is a matter of the other party's words.

Therefore, even if Tong Fan is not happy in his heart, he has nothing to do.

Compared to Tong Fan, Hu Muzhi is very relaxed, after all, his task today is to come over and see.

Whether others sell or not, and what price they sell, has little to do with him.

So he looked at the batch of antiques with a relaxed look.

Soon, Hu Muzhi noticed that there was a wooden box on a large huanghuali painting table.

The material of the wooden box is very ordinary, just ordinary firewood.

As for what's inside, you won't know until you open it.

So Hu Muzhi came to the wooden box and opened the lid.

I saw three bound 'books' inside.

The writing has been a little yellowed because of the sense of age.

And in the upper left corner of the 'book', there are four words: Chunhua Pavilion.

post.

One of the carriers of the calligraphy art of the Dragon Kingdom.

Before the invention of paper, the ancients mostly wrote characters on thin and slender sheets made of bamboo or wood, called bamboo slips or short books, or on silk fabrics, called posts.

After the invention of papermaking, all the texts written on paper or silk fabrics with a smaller length are called posts.

In the Tang Dynasty, due to the love of the emperor, there appeared a collection of ink works copied from predecessors, namely "Long Live Tongtian Post".

In the Song Dynasty, there appeared a collection of calligraphy ink by famous calligraphers of the past dynasties, engraved it on stone or wood, and then expanded it into an ink book and mounted it into a roll or book.

This kind of engraving makes the calligraphy of the ancients spread and expands its influence, and it is also a model for learning calligraphy, so it is also called the law.

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