Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Dong Yao had thought about how luxurious and classy Yang Dongxu's house was when she visited it countless times, but she had never thought that the place where an elder like Yang Dongxu lived seemed to have nothing special except that it felt big.

First of all, although there is a small pond in the yard, there are no koi carps of various colors that are currently being speculated. There are no green trees and flowers in the yard, and there are no osmanthus, begonia, peony or the like.

It's just an ordinary green all-season green. The flowers blooming in the flower bed are very bright, but the types are just ordinary roses, and there are also seasonal flowers.

However, although there are no precious plants in the greening, there are not hundreds of thousands or millions of orchids or other things placed in the entire yard.

But the decoration is still very elegant and looks very comfortable. After entering the hall, I feel like I'm back in an old house.

Going back to the old house, I don’t mean that it was like this when Dong Yao was a child, but the old wooden furniture in the entire living room gives people a sense of age at first glance. It’s just like my grandfather’s rocking chair when I was a child, and the shiny wooden stools I sat on.

and a square dining table with simple workmanship.

This sense of age is very sympathetic, but it is not liked by today's young people. Nowadays, young people's homes are often decorated in European style, with various chandeliers in the living room and various wallpapers and murals around them.

It can be said that it is completely opposite to the current decoration style of keeping sufficient lighting and trying not to see modern electrical appliances in the house.

Therefore, the entire living room feels similar to the courtyard in front of Dong Yao. Although the layout looks very comfortable, it is a bit inconsistent with the luxurious status of Yang Dongxu.

"This chair feels so hard, and the materials are very real. It is made of solid wood, right?" Yang Dongxu has not come back from working outside, and Cui Ma is the only one at home.

Cui Ma led them into the living room to serve tea and then went to prepare dinner. Dong Yao, who was sitting bored, started chatting with Yang Dongjie, who was playing on his mobile phone next to him.

"Antiques must be made of solid wood. In ancient times, no one would dare to make fakes. That would cost you your head." Yang Dongjie replied casually.

"Antique?" Dong Yao's eyes widened instantly.

"Everything you can see in this room are basically antiques. Oh, by the way, not the tea cup, but also the ornaments on the coffee table next to you. Although they are antiques, they are not very expensive, as well as the chair under your butt, and the porch next to you.

The porcelain and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls are incomparable.

It is generally used, or you may accidentally encounter something that is easy to break, either a modern handicraft or an antique that is too valuable.

After all, when a guest comes to visit and accidentally knocks over a multi-million dollar antique, do you want him to pay for it or not? Both the host and the guest feel bad, right?

So the decorations that are usually used here and that can be encountered casually are basically not very good decorations. Those calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and the porcelain on the entrance.

The chairs we sit on, the coffee table, and the table over there are all real antiques." Yang Dongjie explained.

When he came to Yanjing to go to school, his uncle and aunt sent him here. Yang Dongxu definitely couldn't let his uncle and aunt stay in a hotel for five days, so he stayed in the courtyard.

In order to avoid unnecessary losses and embarrassment in getting along with family members in the future, Yang Dongxu briefly introduced the things in the courtyard.

Of course, they only said they were antiques and did not mention the specific value of these things. Otherwise, if the uncle and aunt knew that the chair under their buttocks was worth hundreds of thousands, and the vases they could see cost millions, it would be strange to dare to live here.

After all, Yang Dongjie is a person who went to high school and is going to university. His knowledge and horizons must be wider. In addition, he can use computers, so he just searched for pictures and spent a few days living in the courtyard of the university.

I couldn't sleep well no matter what.

My uncle and aunt were so depressed that they thought he was not accustomed to the local environment, so they almost asked him to stop going to school and just follow them back to his hometown.

"Is it all true?" Dong Yao's eyes widened, and she subconsciously touched the handle of the chair under her butt, and her eyes passed over the various furnishings in the room one by one.

"Is the nave at the back also real?"

In traditional Chinese houses, there is a tradition of hanging a nave on the wall behind the living room. As a representative of classical architecture, the courtyard here naturally has a nave hanging on the wall behind the living room. And it is the kind of nave that is carefully selected according to the size of the living room.

"Really, it has been treated to be moisture-proof and anti-oxidation, and the surface is coated with a removable protective film. Besides being an antique, it is definitely a treasure that can be treated like this.

My brother sometimes seems to be very diligent, but sometimes he is lazy in certain things. He also clearly has a high level of cultural knowledge and artistic appreciation.

But when it comes to measuring the value of antiques, we always talk about how much it is worth. This nave is not only an antique, but it must be very expensive, otherwise my brother would not be so careful to protect it." Yang Dongjie couldn't help complaining.

Anyone who knows Yang Dongxu feels that Yang Dongxu is a very elegant person with his accomplishments, vision, and preference for antiques.

As everyone knows, Yang Dongxu is vulgar in some aspects, for example, as Yang Dongjie said. Unless it is a certain object that Yang Dongxu prefers.

Otherwise, for all the other antiques, the only criterion for him to measure whether he likes them or not, whether he values ​​them or not, is whether they are worth anything and how much they can be worth!

Antiques are considered "elegant" by people in the industry, while money is considered "vulgar" by people in this circle!

But whether an antique is worth collecting depends on how much it is worth, so antiques, elegance, vulgarity, and money form a wonderful cycle and connection.

"How much is this worth?" Dong Yao asked, looking at the central hall.

"I don't know the specifics, but because calligraphy and paintings are difficult to preserve, their prices in the antique market are generally higher than other antiques. Such a famous Chinese hall with provenance is from the Song Dynasty. It must be worth hundreds of millions!"

"Hundreds of millions?" Dong Yao's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Then how much is the chair under our butts worth?"

"These chairs and tables are all made from huanghuali. The price of huanghuali has been rising in the past two years. The wood price of the chair under our butt alone is about 200,000 yuan. In addition, the price of antiques has doubled, which is a conservative estimate. Encountered

It’s possible to have millions of likes.”

"Does it mean that if you just think about anything in this room, it's enough to buy a house?"

"The least valuable ones can still pay a down payment here in Yanjing. The most valuable ones can also buy several villas with full payment."

"This is really..." Dong Yao didn't know what to say for a moment.

In her impression, the lofty decorations and the fancy-looking chandeliers would cost only a few million to decorate the whole house.

Those sets of furniture that cost more than a million dollars were all sky-high prices in her opinion. As a result, those things that she thought were luxurious and cool, such as house decoration and furniture, were not as valuable as the antiques that functioned as decorations here.

This... it was really poverty that limited her imagination.