Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

"Jiang Yuan, just stay here while I go look around," Master Mo stood up and said to Jiang Yuan before squeezing into the crowd with his hands behind his back.

Wang Fei looked at Jiang Yuan with disgust, "Look, Master Mo can't stand you anymore."

Jiang Yuan ignored Wang Fei and smiled at Zhang Chuhong: "Does Miss Zhang plan to do anything today?"

"Bring a painting. If you are interested, you can go and see it."

Jiang Yuan pointed to the safe he placed on the table, "My belongings are still here, I can't leave."

Zhang Chuhong and Wang Fei then focused on the two things Jiang Yuan brought.

They are all insiders, so they naturally know the value of Jiang Yuan's two stones.

"This piece of chicken blood stone is in very good condition. Unfortunately, the market for chicken blood stone is not very popular now. Unless you meet someone who really likes to play with stones, it is difficult to sell it."

"This top-quality Tianhuang seal is quite valuable," Zhang Chuhong said with interest, "Mr. Jiang, why not give us a price?"

"Okay, stop talking about the accent, you're not tired," Jiang Yuan winked at Zhang Chuhong, "You are only in your twenties, there is no need to learn the accent of those old men."

Zhang Chuhong was stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang Yuan in surprise, "Mr. Jiang's words are really interesting."

Wang Fei was confused, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

"What I brought is an authentic painting of Zheng Banqiao's "Thin Bamboo Picture". If Mr. Jiang is interested, I can keep it for now and you can come and see it after the exchange meeting is over."

"Is it Zheng Banqiao's "Skinny Bamboo" again?" Jiang Yuan was a little speechless, but then he thought about it. Zhang Chuhong's father, Zhang Guhua, is a great collector of ancient paintings, so his vision should be fine.

"Okay, I'll see you later," Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded, "I don't plan to sell my chicken blood stone and Tian Huangyin, I just brought them here to save face."

Sure enough, someone came to ask the next moment.

"Brother, how much can you give me for this piece of top-grade Tianhuang Seal?"

Jiang Yuan: "I don't plan to sell. My name is Jiang Yuan. I opened a Wanbao Building. The address is..."

Then another person came over and said in surprise: "I didn't expect that the best Tianhuang would show up. Young man, I'm out..."

"I don't want to sell it. By the way, my name is Jiang Yuan. I opened a Wanbao Building. The address is..."

"Are you sick?" The man muttered, turned around and left.

Then another young man came over. He looked at Jiang Yuan excitedly, "Brother, this Tian Huang..."

Wang Fei rolled his eyes, "He doesn't want to sell it. His name is Jiang Yuan and he opened Wanbao Building. The address is..."

In just half an hour, fifteen people came to inquire about this top-quality field, but in the end they only found out that the owner of this field was a young man named "Jiang Yuan".

"Jiang Yuan, so you are here," Hou Weimin came over at this time, "If I hadn't heard people talking about the best Tianhuang, I wouldn't have known you were here."

"Uncle Hou," Jiang Yuan greeted with a smile, "how could I be absent from such a lively event? Did Uncle Hou gain anything today?"

Hou Weimin shook his head, "I haven't found anyone I like, but this piece of land is yours... It's a pity that you don't sell it."

"Uncle Hou, you don't know, Jiang Yuan came here today just to promote himself," Wang Fei chuckled, "He is always clever at playing tricks."

Zhang Chuhong smiled and said: "Businessmen always have to learn to promote themselves. How can you do business without a reputation?"

Hou Weimin nodded in agreement, "Jiang Yuan, let's go, I'll introduce you to some friends."

Jiang Yuan pointed to the chicken blood stone and Tianhuang seal on the table, "This..."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you," Wang Fei sat down directly on the chair, "Aren't you here to meet people? Why don't you follow Uncle Hou quickly?"

"Thanks," Jiang Yuan said and followed Hou Weimin to squeeze through the crowd and go to make friends.

Zhang Chuhong looked at Jiang Yuan's back and felt a little dazed for a moment.

“It’s really familiar...”

When Wang Fei saw Zhang Chuhong like this, he couldn't help but joked: "Sister Chu Hong, are you thinking of Sichun?"

Zhang Chuhong withdrew her gaze and stretched out her hand to twist Wang Fei's arm, "What nonsense are you talking about?

If you hear it, it will cause misunderstanding."

Wang Fei smiled "hehe", "Sister Chu Hong, let me remind you, don't be deceived by this bastard Jiang Yuan, there are many women around him."

"There is a girl named Liu Shiqi next to him, who is very beautiful, and there is also a girl named Ye Zhiqiu."

"Ye Zhiqiu?" Zhang Chuhong was a little surprised, "Is this the one who just took over Ye's jewelry?"

"Yes, that's her," Wang Fei sighed, "She is also a great beauty, so you must not be interested in Jiang Yuan, so as not to compete with them."

Zhang Chuhong hid her face and smiled, "I see that you are also very interested in Jiang Yuan. Why don't you tell me about your affairs?"

Wang Fei's pretty face turned red, "Sister Chu Hong, you are talking nonsense. I am not interested in him. I treat him as an ordinary friend."

Zhang Chuhong said nothing more, but felt more and more that Jiang Yuan was a little mysterious.

Looking back, Jiang Yuan was chatting and laughing with a few strangers, his hands behind his back, and the smile on his face was obviously socializing.

"It's interesting, he asked me not to make any remarks, but he himself is so conceited~"

"Sister Chu Hong, my dad is here," Wang Fei called out and quickly stood up to walk away.

"Fei'er, why are you sitting here?"

Wang Zun's face was full of confusion, "Whose position is this?"

"Mr. Jiang Yuan," Zhang Chuhong bowed slightly to greet Wang Zun, "Uncle Wang, long time no see."

"It's been a long time. Chu Hong, you are getting more and more beautiful," Wang Zun smiled, "If my Fei'er could be half as stable as you, I would be relieved."

Wang Fei was unhappy for a moment, "Why am I not stable?"

Wang Zun ignored his daughter's protest and smiled at Zhang Chuhong: "There is still some time before the auction. I will go and have a chat with Jiang Yuan. You guys can chat."

Zhang Chuhong became even more confused and turned to look at Wang Fei, "Is Uncle Wang also familiar with Jiang Yuan?"

"It's familiar," Wang Fei nodded, "I have to say, this bastard Jiang Yuan is quite popular."

"By the way, Sister Chu Hong, how has your sleep been lately?"

"Do you still have that strange dream?"

Zhang Chuhong nodded subconsciously, "It's still the same, always in the dream..."

The words stopped suddenly, and Zhang Chuhong looked at Jiang Yuan again. He... looked like the blurry figure in his dream!

No wonder it feels familiar to me.

Zhang Chuhong frowned instantly. She was sure that this was the first time she saw Jiang Yuan, but how could Jiang Yuan be so similar to the person in her dream?

Is it really just a coincidence?

"Sister Chu Hong? What's wrong with you today? I see you are always in a daze."

"It's okay," Zhang Chuhong smiled softly, "It's almost time. I'm going to host the auction. Just wait for me here. When the exchange meeting is over, you can go home with me and have a good time together."

After saying that, Zhang Chuhong stood up and walked towards the high platform, but on the way she glanced at Jiang Yuan's back again.

"Okay, two hours are up. Next, is the auction we are most concerned about!"

Zhang Chuhong smiled and took the brochure handed over by the staff, glanced at it and said: "There are a total of fifty-six antiques to be auctioned this time. If you find something you like, you must buy it in advance."

"The first piece in the collection is a snuff bottle with gilt and enamel paintings of flowers and birds from the Qing Dynasty. The owner is Mr. Zhu Wei of Jiabaoxuan. The starting price is 8,000."

Jiang looked at it from a distance and lost interest. Snuff bottles were miscellaneous items. If they were not particularly precious, they would not have much collection value. Even in the 20th century, there were not many snuff bottles worth collecting, and their general market prices were not high.

Too much increase.

But Jiang Yuan is not interested, which does not mean that others are not interested.

"Eight thousand and five!"

"Nine thousand!"

"Ten thousand!"

In just two minutes, this snuff bottle was bid up to 15,000, and the bidders were all collectors who like to play with miscellaneous items.

"Ten thousand and a half once, ten thousand and a half twice!" Zhang Chuhong looked around, "Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

"Ten thousand and fifty-three times, congratulations to this gentleman."

"The next item in the collection is a Qing Jun red-glazed general jar. The owner is Mr. Qiu Junqi of Qingyuan Zhai. The starting price is nine thousand."

Jiang Yuan still couldn't arouse interest. The light emitted by this jar was weak, and its value was only close to the starting price.

What's more, there are many general jars in existence, and in later generations, this jar on the stage is worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Sure enough, only one person quoted nine thousand and successfully pocketed the general jar.

"The third piece, the Qing Kangxi yellow-glazed double dragon bead pattern incense burner, starting price..."

"The fourth item, a pair of Xiuyan jade flowerpots from the Ming Dynasty..."

More than a dozen items were auctioned in a row, but nothing worthy of Jiang Yuan's second glance appeared.

On the stage, Zhang Chuhong had been paying attention to Jiang Yuan's expression, and found it interesting to see him looking bored.

"The fiftieth item is something I brought myself. Mr. Zheng Banqiao's "Skinny Bamboo Picture". The starting price is 20,000."

“What, the bidding price for Zheng Banqiao’s authentic work is only 20,000 yuan!”

Almost everyone was a little confused, not sure if they heard it wrong.

Jiang Yuan also frowned, not understanding what Zhang Chuhong was doing.

Zhang Chuhong smiled, "You heard me right, the starting price is 20,000."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone raised their hands excitedly and shouted, "Twenty-five thousand!"

"Thirty thousand!"

"forty thousand!"

"Forty-seven thousand!"

"fifty thousand!"

In just a short moment, the asking price reached 50,000.

Jiang Yuan was also a little moved. This "Thin Bamboo Picture" has good collection value. Even if you don't collect it, you can still sell it after two years.

After thinking about it, Jiang Yuan smiled and raised his hand, "Fifty thousand to one."

The man who bid 50,000 glanced at Jiang Yuan and continued shouting: "60,000! Let's see who can beat me!"

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Sixty thousand."

"Sixty-five thousand!" The man slapped the table and his face turned red. "You can continue to raise the price if you can?"

Jiang Yuan smiled. Just now, this person had increased the price by 11,000 yuan, but now he only increased the price by 4,000 yuan.

Although he looked like he was determined to win, Jiang Yuan could guess that this man didn't have much money anymore.

"Sixty-six thousand."

"Seventy thousand!" The man's face gradually turned ugly, "Boy, who are you? Do you have that much money?"

Jiang Yuan said "hehe", "You are right, I have no money, so I gave you 70,000 yuan. Congratulations."

Zhang Chuhong suppressed her laughter and felt quite happy.

This authentic painting of Zheng Banqiao is indeed rare, but its current market value should be around 50,000.

With Jiang Yuan's involvement, she directly earned 20,000 yuan.

She raised her eyes to look at Jiang Yuan, only to see Jiang Yuan blinking at her. How could she not understand that Jiang Yuan was helping her on purpose?

Looking back, Zhang Chuhong said "congratulations" to the man, "The next collection is a double-coiled dragon-eared three-legged incense burner. The starting price is fifty thousand."

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Two hours passed quickly.

Zhong Chuhong stood on the stage in high heels for so long and still maintained an elegant posture. She glanced at the booklet in her hand, nodded and said:

"There is only one final piece of the collection left, which is a painting and calligraphy work."

Jiang Yuan sat up straight in an instant. Will the baby he has been waiting for finally appear?

"What on earth is that? Miss Zhang, please stop showing off!"

Zhang Chuhong smiled and nodded, "It seems that everyone can't wait. Well, let the staff bring the things up."

Soon, a scroll was gently opened by two girls wearing cheongsam, and an ancient painting was instantly printed in front of everyone's eyes.

"Wen Zhengming, "Xueling Chanting Picture", the starting price is 80,000, and each increase in price will not be less than 2,000."

Everyone was excited. Wen Zhengming was a master of painting and calligraphy in the Ming Dynasty. His works are rare and valuable.

Jiang Yuan frowned for a moment. This was the last item in his collection. Why didn't the item he was waiting for appear?

It seemed that the joy was in vain. Jiang Yuan sighed, looked at the "Xueling Chanting Picture" on the stage, and said: "Eighty thousand!"