My Side Job is a Trader

The old man carefully looked at the inkstone in his hand, and said: "A good inkstone must be selected from a material that is located in a treasured place of geomantic omen and absorbs the aura of heaven and earth. It is made by a famous master. composition."

When Zhang Xin heard the word "Feng Shui" again, he didn't think it was absurd. He guessed that the aura generated by Feng Shui might have an auxiliary effect on the owner of the inkstone.

No matter what Zhang Xin thought, the old man said to himself: "There are a lot of ancient inkstones, so most of them are not so precious, but some of them are very rare, so they are very valuable, such as Xiangjiang Rongsheng 2013 A Fushou Inkstone from the Qing Dynasty was auctioned at the Boutique Auction in 2010, and the final transaction price was 1.43 million."

Zhang Xin didn't think that more than one million yuan was too expensive. After all, some auction houses circulated auction items worth hundreds of millions.

After the old man introduced the general situation of the inkstone, he paused, and then he will talk about the inkstone that Zhang Xin just bought.

The old man stroked the beard on his chin and said: "Among the inkstones, there is a special category, because the materials used to make the inkstones do not exist naturally, but are made artificially, but the value of this artificially made inkstone is It is not necessarily lower than those made of natural materials, because the materials for making inkstones come from ancient palaces, and because they are contaminated with a trace of dynasty and prosperity, they have formed a special existence. Inkstones made of this material can make users More peace of mind, helpful for writing and drawing."

"Feng Shui?"

Zhang Xin asked out the doubts in his heart.

The old man said: "Yes, this special inkstone is a kind of feng shui treasure. Putting it in the study can make people cultivate their body and spirit."

"Among all the inkstones with the function of Fengshui Township, the inkstones made of Qin bricks and Han tiles have the best effect. However, due to the long history of the dynasty, there are very few of them left in the world, not to mention the inkstones, even the ruins of the original palace. None of them survived, even a brick or a tile can be sold for a lot of money, not to mention the inkstones processed by master inkstone makers."

Zhang Xin asked: "Then how can you be sure that this inkstone is made of Qin bricks and Han tiles?"

Pointing to the texture on the bottom of the inkstone, the old man said: "This is Xiaozhuan, although it is broken, but according to my guess, it should be the word 'Weiyang'."

Zhang Xin blurted out: "Weiyang Palace?"

"I'm afraid it is. But I'm not very sure. It needs to be sent to a testing agency for carbon-14 testing to determine whether the material is from the Han Dynasty."

Zhang Xin didn't expect that a random item he bought would become a rare treasure. It was such a sense of accomplishment.

However, Zhang Xin didn't seem too excited. After all, even if it was a genuine product, it would only cost a million or so. He has a lot of money now, but he doesn't take this little money seriously.

But from the old man's point of view, he only felt that the young man in front of him was very calm, because ordinary people would get very excited when they heard that the thing in their hands was a treasure.

The old man asked aloud: "Brother, do you have any plans to make a move? I can offer 800,000."

Zhang Xin refused without even thinking about it: "I'm sorry, I don't need this little money."

The old man felt a little regretful, then handed him a business card and said, "If you are willing to make a move, you can contact me at any time. This is my contact information."

Zhang Xin took the business card and saw a name and a mobile phone number written on it, "Qin Guan?" Zhang Xin read aloud.

The old man said: "That's the old man. I am also the owner of this Jubao Pavilion. I don't know my brother's name?"

Qin Guan seemed to regard Zhang Xin as an insider, so he spoke more politely.

Zhang Xin generously reported his name: "My name is Zhang Xin."

Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, Zhang Xin needed to go home and cook for Li Xueer, so he said goodbye.

After sending Zhang Xin out of Jubao Pavilion, the clerk asked puzzledly, "Boss, why are you being so polite to a young man?"

Qin Guan said indifferently: "This young man named Zhang Xin is a master. Didn't you notice that when he was admiring the antiques in the shop, the length of time he stayed was inconsistent?"

The buddy thought about it and found that it was indeed the case. Although Zhang Xin always stopped and walked, he would appreciate some antiques for a while.

"Do you think it's a coincidence that the pieces he stayed on for the longest are the most valuable pieces in my store?"

After speaking, without waiting for the buddy to respond, he went upstairs on his own.

Naturally, Zhang Xin didn't know that Qin Guan had mistook him for a master of antiques, so he took a taxi back to the apartment, put the inkstone on the coffee table casually, and began to prepare lunch.

Seeing that lunch was almost ready, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Although Zhang Xin wondered why Li Xueer didn't use the key to open the door today, he still went to open the door.

As soon as Zhang Xin opened the door, he found an unexpected person standing outside.

"Mom, why are you here? Where's Dad?"

Zhang Xin stuck his head out of the door, but did not see Zhang Boyu.

He Cuizhen said: "Okay, don't look at it, your father is still at work, I came here alone."

"Are you not at work?"

Zhang Xin helped bring He Cuizhen's luggage into the house and asked curiously.

He Cuizhen took a sip of water and calmed down for a while, then explained: "Your mother and I have officially retired, and I don't have to go to work anymore."

Zhang Xin joked, "Hey, you're willing to retire early with a salary of 4,000 yuan a month?"

He Cuizhen said: "Okay, don't make up your mother, by the way, where is my daughter-in-law? Why didn't you see her?"

Zhang Xin explained: "She has class this morning, and she will be back for dinner later."

He Cuizhen sniffed her nose, smelled the food, came to the kitchen curiously, lifted the lid of the pot, and said, "You cook well, I want to eat it when it smells."

Zhang Xin knew that He Cuizhen had a bad habit, that is, she liked to eat a few mouthfuls directly from the pot, but when the dishes were brought to the table, she didn't want to eat so much.

Zhang Xin handed over the chopsticks and said, "Would you like to try it? I made it according to the chef's recipe. I'm not bragging. Even if it's made by a hotel, it might not taste as good as mine."

He Cuizhen took the chopsticks and picked a big bone from the pot.

At this moment, Li Xueer just arrived home, and when she saw He Cuizhen, she stepped forward to hug her and shouted, "Mom~"

He Cuizhen smiled happily, reached out to touch Li Xueer's stomach, and said, "Xiao Xueer's stomach has changed a bit, has it been more than two months?"

Li Xueer nodded.

He Cuizhen said to Zhang Xin: "Why don't you hurry up and serve the food? Is Xiaoxueer going to eat when she comes back? Pregnant women are most likely to be hungry."

Zhang Xin reluctantly put the prepared meals on the table, feeling that he had no status in He Cuizhen's eyes, and he was probably better than his father Zhang Boyu.