The Beautiful President Loves Me Alone

"What?" Mr. Yan was even more puzzled.

"Old Yan, if you think this thing is bad, you might as well give it to me."

Song Lao's eyes gleamed, and he held the dagger in his hand like he was protecting a baby, and refused to let go.

"How about I exchange the inkstone from my family's Ming Dynasty Han Qiufeng with you?"

Song Lao's words shocked all four.

What?

Song Lao actually used the inkstone of Ming Dynasty calligraphy master Han Qiufeng in exchange for a broken dagger?

This is too exaggerated, right?

Old Man Yan looked at Song Lao, who was full of excitement, and didn't understand why this humble dagger made his old friend so happy.

"Old Yan, didn't you want the inkstone in my hand before? Let's take this opportunity today and let's exchange it."

When Xu Tian saw the respected Song Lao holding a dagger, he was as happy as a child, and he was dumbfounded.

He only spent ten thousand yuan to buy this dagger from the woman who talked about it. No matter what, it can't be compared with everyone's inkstones in the Ming Dynasty, right?

"Old Yan, since you have no opinion, then it's settled. I'll have someone bring the inkstone to you tomorrow." Song Lao firmly grasped the dagger in his hand, and actually wanted to throw the inkstone directly after the banquet was over. something to take away.

Although Mr. Yan didn't know what the name of this dagger was, he was not stupid. He immediately realized that this dagger could make Song Lao pay so much attention. It must not be an ordinary object, so he immediately said:

"No change."

"You don't like it, why don't you change it?"

Song Lao refused to return the dagger: "How about I give you the map of the ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains in the collection at home?"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

There were bursts of breathless sounds all around.

For a dagger, Song Lao did not hesitate to exchange two treasures like Han Qiufeng's inkstone and Wanli Jiangshantu.

How much is this dagger worth?

No matter how slow the surrounding guests are, they will react at this time. This seemingly ordinary dagger is definitely not simple.

"Old Yan, don't be deceived by old man Song. He picks up leaks everywhere, but he never hits the eye. This dagger has hidden secrets."

An old man on the other side of Mr. Yan suddenly reminded.

"I won't change." Mr. Yan's face was expressionless, and he didn't know if he really didn't want to change, or because of the reminder of the old man next to him, he was vigilant.

"Really not?"

Song Lao was very sorry: "Can you think about it again?"

Mr. Yan said righteously: "This is from my grandson, and I don't exchange it for anything."

Xu Tian's mouth twitched slightly when he heard the words, thinking that this old man Yan seemed to be very worried that Song Lao was really taken away by this dagger, and he even came up with such a reason that the other party could not refute.

He and Mr. Yan only met for the first time today, and there was no relationship at all. He didn't believe that the other party would cherish the gift he gave him so much.

Now, the reason why Mr. Yan is so determined not to exchange with Song Lao is because Song Lao's desire for daggers is too obvious, so smart people can see that there must be other reasons.

No matter what Old Master Yan's real purpose was, for the other guests, his words recognized Xu Tian's identity.

When they looked at Xu Tian again, their eyes became a little more envious.

Song Lao originally wanted to fight for it, but Yan Lao said so, so he couldn't say anything else.

In the end, he put the dagger back in the box with regret.

Afterwards, the old men around Mr. Yan competed to see the dagger sent by Xu Tian.

But no matter how much they researched, they didn't see anything.

This is also reasonable. After all, among these old men, only Song Lao has the highest cultural attainments and the most understanding of antiques.

The second is Mr. Yan. Although Mr. Yan also likes to collect antiques, but he has no experience with Mr. Song's instructions, he can't see the mystery of this dagger, let alone other people.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little heavy, Song Lao couldn't help but open his mouth to smooth things out.

"Old man Yan, this kid gave such a big gift when they met for the first time. What kind of grandson is this? It's better than his own grandson. Why can't I meet such a sensible junior, you won't let the dagger, Why don't you give me this kid?"

"You have a good plan."

Old Man Yan glared at Song Lao, but there was a little smug look on his face.

"Old Song, don't give up. What is the mystery of the dagger that Xu Tian gave?" an old man beside him asked curiously.

When Old Man Yan heard the words, he also pricked up his ears, waiting for Old Song's answer.

Not only these old men, but even the guests present today were extremely curious about the origin of this dagger.

Song Lao saw that everyone was thirsty for knowledge, but he sold it. He took off his reading glasses, picked up the teacup in front of him, and sipped the tea leisurely.

"Old Song, you said it!"

The old man was impatient, snatched the teacup from Song Lao's hand and asked.

"This dagger is from the Warring States Period."

Song Lao was not annoyed when his teacup was robbed, but glanced at the old men around him mysteriously, and then deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard of General Jinjia?"

"General Jinjia?"

A thin, white-bearded old man said.

"I heard that he was a general of Zhao State during the Warring States Period. He was known for his bravery and skill in battle. This dagger is one of the favorite weapons of General Jinjia."

"Before at the European auction, a Chinese took out an ancestral treasure as the finale lot, which was the dagger of General Jinjia, but according to the memory of the Chinese, the ancestral dagger was a pair, and one of them was careless because of the war. lost."

"I was at the auction at that time, and I was fortunate to have identified the genuine product. It is exactly the same as the one in Lao Yan's hands. This is a peerless treasure!"

Mr. Yan's eyes moved slightly, and his fingertips were trembling.

He is a collector of antiques, but because of his limited experience, he has bought a lot of fakes. The most precious genuine products in his family are only a few porcelain vases from the late Qing Dynasty. But not much.

He looked at the dagger in his hand again. Originally, he still disliked this thing, but now he feels that this is the best gift he has ever received in his life.

On the other side, Zhang Yuzhen and Su Weixin stared blankly at the broken dagger that made them despise. They didn't expect this broken copper and iron to be really a treasure.

"But didn't Xu Tian just say that he didn't send this thing, did he make a mistake?"

Zhang Yuzhen didn't want Xu Tian to be in the limelight, and wanted to argue, but was dragged back by Su Mingli.

After her voice fell, the surroundings suddenly fell into an instant silence.