Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In Changbai Mountain

"That's because you don't understand. Rice paper is different from other papers. It will settle down over time, making the paper softer and more effective.

"For ordinary rice paper, the best service life is when it is stored for more than three to five years. For this kind of top-quality rice paper, the longer it is, the better."

"You don't know that there is a kind of golden flower paper in the collection world. It has appeared at auction before. It is only a four-foot golden flower paper. There are only 15 pieces in total. The price was 290,000. One piece of rice paper is almost two Ten thousand yuan."

After listening to Lao Yang's popular science, everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded.

"Then Brother Nan's red star rice paper from the 1980s is expensive?"

"Yes, yes, how much can it be sold for?"

"That's right. Brother Nan, a piece of rice paper used for painting is worth a lot of money. Brother Nan, your family used to be rich, right?"

"I can't believe that such a man is actually hanging out in the countryside?"

"Brother Nan, you still say you have no money?"

Chen Nan was shocked by the price of the golden flower paper. Twenty thousand yuan for a piece of paper? Or is it four feet?

If the rice paper in his hand had this price, he thought of the mountains of rice paper piled up in his warehouse, all of which were money.

But after thinking about it, I realized that I still thought too much.

The golden flower paper is an antique that has been around for many years. That one can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars. How can my rice paper, which was made just a few decades ago, be sold for tens of thousands?

So the audience in the live broadcast room booed and asked questions, but his expression was still extremely calm, and there were not many emotional ups and downs at all.

However, this scene aroused everyone's curiosity and admiration in the eyes of the audience.

"As expected, he is a rich man, Brother Nan. Faced with so much money, I stand still and my expression doesn't even change."

"As expected of my brother Nan, hundreds of thousands are nothing, my brother Nan's daily pocket money is more than that.

"Brother Nan is mighty, if your rice paper is not valuable, why not give it to me? I want it, and I will sell it. I only need twenty pieces of rice paper, and I will donate the rest."

"Brother Yang, tell me, what is the price of the rice paper in Brother Nan's hand? I heard you say before that those rice papers were from the 1980s, and they must not be as valuable as antique rice paper, right?"

Sure enough, there are still sensible people in the live broadcast room, and not everyone is blinded by money.

[Timber Lao Yang] didn't say anything. He didn't know what he was doing, or he didn't know the price of rice paper.

Everyone called him several times, but there was no response, so everyone believed that he might be busy.

From the usual communication, everyone also understood that in fact [Timber Lao Yang] is a businessman, and he usually guards a shop by himself.

When there are no guests, he will watch the live broadcast. When guests come, he will go to work.

We chatted from time to time, but disappeared after a while.

Everyone is used to it, but today we are stuck at this time, which makes everyone a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Chuchu was also a little speechless. Although she was not short of money, she also wanted to know the price of Chen Nan's batch of rice paper.

The sense of accomplishment of seeing with your own eyes that what you found is a valuable treasure is indescribable and comfortable.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of Zhang Fengran from the corner of her eye, and an idea flashed in her mind.

"Grandpa, you also know the origin of this batch of rice paper from Brother Nan, right? Then do you know the value of this batch of rice paper? If Brother Nan sells it, how much can it cost?"

Zhang Chuchu emphasized the word money because she understood that for the viewers in the live broadcast room, they did not understand the value of collections and the like. Only money that can be obtained is the clearest thing.

"What, you want to sell these rice paper chan?"

Zhang Fengran was lost in thought. He only heard a little bit of Zhang Chuchu's words. He raised his head in surprise and asked Chen Nan.

Chen Nan was a little embarrassed. He didn't say he wanted to sell it.

He scratched his head and said, "It doesn't matter whether it's for sale or not, but everyone is curious about the price of these rice papers. If anyone wants it, I can give some away.

There are still a lot of them in the warehouse anyway.

The system was very good to him. When it rewarded him with his master-class traditional Chinese painting skills, it also gave him as much rice paper as a hill.

If he were to use it alone, he would probably be able to use it for decades, but he might not be able to use it up.

After all, he doesn’t draw every day. When he remembers, he draws a few pictures, but if he can’t remember (Li Nuo’s), he may not touch them for several months.

Hearing Chen Nan's willingness to give up some rice paper, Zhang Fengran's eyes lit up instantly.

"Xiao Chen, since you are willing to let some rice paper come out, I wonder if you can give some to me? I will buy it from you at the market price. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you suffer."

"This... Mr. Zhang, I'm not..."

If Chen Nan thought about selling it, she would sell it to someone else, but she never thought about selling it to Zhang Fengran.

Seeing that Zhang Fengran seemed serious, he looked at Zhang Chuchu for help, hoping that she could help him.

"Grandpa, you haven't said the price yet? Brother Nan is asking you because there are people in the live broadcast room who want to buy, so..."