Omnipotent Data

"By the way, I want sweet tofu nao." Fang Lian added to the shopkeeper.

The owner said apologetically, "Girl, I'm sorry, we don't have sweet tofu nao here."

Qingcheng City is located in the north of China, and the natural salty tofu is the mainstream.

As for sweet tofu? I'm sorry, but those who eat sweets are heterogeneous!

So in the north, most tofu nao shops will only prepare salty base.

Fang Lian frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with the result, "Then there is always white sugar, just add a few spoonfuls of sugar for me."

The shopkeeper smiled wryly, "Girl, if there is white sugar, I wouldn't say that there is no sweet tofu nao here. Or... you go to another place?"

"No need." Fang Lian waved his hand, and his red lips parted slightly, "Salty tofu nao is just salty tofu nao. By the way, remember to add less base."

"Okay, girl, please wait a moment!" The storekeeper responded with a smile, and walked over to prepare.

Cheng Nuo drank a large spoonful of tofu brain into his mouth, and instantly felt warm all over his body.

Cheng Nuo smashed his mouth, and while eating, he said to Fang Lian, "Sister Fang, so you are from the south? Why did you come to the north?"

Fang Lian took a bowl of steaming tofu nao from the shopkeeper with a smile, and thanked her. Fang Lian looked at the heat gradually rising in the air, and there was a look of memory in her eyes.

"Actually, I'm not a northerner in the strict sense." Fang Lian recalled, "My mother is a southerner, but she couldn't stay in her hometown anymore, so she moved to the north."

Fang Lian gently skimmed a layer of bean curd with a spoon, opened her small rosy mouth, and put it in her mouth to savor it carefully.

Fang Lian's eyes showed deep nostalgia, "Actually, when I was a child, every time I was hungry, my mother would take me to a tofu nao shop on the street to ask for a small bowl of sweet tofu curd. My mother sat opposite me, Quietly watched me gobble up the tofu curds. A bowl of tofu curds really carried too much for me at that time.”

"However, since I moved to the north, I seldom drink bean curd. Little brother, do you know why?"

Cheng Nuo shook his head, expressing his complete bewilderment.

Didn't it say that breakfast is delicious? Why did it become a column for reminiscing about the past?

A look of sadness flashed across Fang Lian's face, "Because, everything has changed. I can't get back the taste of the past, and... people from the past!"

"My mother passed away the second year after I moved to the North, leaving me and my younger brother alone. Since then, it has been more than 20 years, and I have never eaten tofu nao again."

"So?" Cheng Nuo asked.

"It's gone, that's all." Fang Lian took another sip of tofu nao, savoring the taste carefully, "Actually, I think the salty taste is not bad, but it's not as good as the sweet one."

"Salty is delicious, but sweet is heresy." Cheng Nuo took a sip of tofu nao and said in a neither salty nor bland tone.

"Sweet ones are delicious, but salty ones are heresy." Fang Lian took a sip of tofu nao gracefully, retorting Cheng Nuo.

"But you... what you drink now is salty." Cheng Nuo made up the knife silently.

KO!

This time, Cheng Nuo, a northerner, relied on his geographical advantage to win the contest between salty and sweet!

Fang Lian glared at Cheng Nuo with her extremely charming eyes, but did not refute Cheng Nuo.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence again.

Both of them silently drank the tofu nao in front of them.

There was a rapid ringing of the mobile phone, but it was not Cheng Nuo's, but Fang Lian's.

Fang Lian answered the phone and spoke very skillfully.

"Hey, it's me. Has the first batch of goods arrived yet? Well, you guys should inspect this batch of goods carefully to see if there are any fakes. If there are no fakes, they will be shipped directly to the next buyer. By the way, I asked you to pay attention last time. Have you found anyone who wants to sell blue and white porcelain?...No? If not, then keep looking! Don't pick those who don't lack money,

They are all waiting for appreciation, and will not buy it. ...Okay, that's it, I'll hang up first. "

Seeing Fang Lian's capable face, Cheng Nuo who was sitting opposite was indeed stunned.

"Sister Fang, you...really deal in antiques?" Cheng Nuo swallowed and asked.

Fang Lian looked up at Cheng Nuo, and smiled seductively, "Otherwise, little brother, what do you think I do? I can't live in such a high-end community for the rest of my life~"

Fang Lian proudly showed off to Cheng Nuo, "Yuanfang Antiques Acquisition Company is run by my sister, how about it?"

Cheng Nuo really didn't expect that the indescribably beautiful mature woman in her thirties in front of her was actually a strong woman who controlled a company.

"Amazing, awesome." To this, Cheng Nuo had nothing to say except "Damn dog one".

Fang Lian said, "How about it, little brother, are you interested in antiques?"

Cheng Nuo took a bite of the fritters, and said in a vague tone while chewing, "Sister Fang, I heard that people who deal with antiques seem to be very good at it, and they can tell whether an antique is genuine or a fake at a glance. ,Is it real?"

Fang Lian shook her head and smiled, "It's not as exaggerated as you said. Without decades of experience, it is almost impossible for ordinary antique dealers to distinguish the authenticity of an antique without using any equipment!"

Fang Lian went on to show off triumphantly, "But my sister and I are an exception. It took only ten years to master this technique. What is the most important criterion for distinguishing whether an antique is genuine or fake? It is its production The dynasties unearthed, a piece of porcelain unearthed from the Song Dynasty, and a piece of porcelain unearthed from the Tang Dynasty, the value is more than a few grades. And those fakes are mostly modern imitations. As long as you can judge the dynasty that an antique really belongs to, basically You can determine the authenticity of this antique!"

"But those businessmen who make fakes are not free. After those fakes are manufactured, half of them will go through a series of processing, so that they have a deep sense of history. It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish from the appearance alone."

"However, even experienced antique dealers sometimes miss the mark. There is no way to do this. Just like my sister, I am so talented and intelligent. It only took me ten years to determine the types of antiques. The age of the year. I still misjudged once and lost several million."

Fang Lian shrugged and spoke in a calm tone. It seems that the lost millions are not taken seriously.

"So, little brother, the water in antiques is very deep, there are no diamonds, so don't do that porcelain work. Unless you have a high attainment in antiques, don't get into this business. Otherwise, you won't even pay for your own death." Know!"

Cheng Nuo asked curiously, "Then Sister Fang, you must be very knowledgeable about antiques?"

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