The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Dong Yao thought about the luxury and grandeur of Yang Dongxu's house countless times, but she never thought that the place where a big man like Yang Dongxu lives, seems to be nothing special except that it feels big.

First of all, although there is a small pond in the yard, there are no fiery koi of various colors that are being fried now. There are green trees and flowers in the yard, and there are no sweet-scented osmanthus, crabapple, or peonies.

It is the ordinary greening of four seasons. The flowers blooming on the flower bed are very bright, but the types are ordinary roses, and there are seasonal flowers.

However, although there are no expensive plants in the greening, there are not hundreds of thousands or millions of orchids in the whole yard.

But the layout is still very elegant and looks very comfortable. After entering the hall, there is a feeling of returning to the old house.

This returning to the old house does not mean that Dong Yao’s home was like this when she was young, but the old wooden furniture in the entire living room makes people feel very old at first glance. It's like my grandfather's rocking chair when I was a child, the shiny wooden stool I sat on, and the square and simple dining table.

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

It can be said to be the exact opposite of the decoration style in which modern electrical appliances should not be seen in the house while maintaining sufficient lighting.

So the whole living room gives Dong Yao the same feeling as the front yard, although the layout looks very comfortable. But it doesn't fit Yang Dongxu's luxurious status as a big boss.

"This chair feels so hard, and the materials are really made of solid wood, right?" Yang Dongxu was busy outside and hadn't come back yet, only Mama Cui was at home.

After Mama Cui led them into the living room for tea, she went to prepare dinner. Dong Yao, who was sitting bored, chatted with Yang Dongjie, who was playing with her mobile phone next to her.

"Antiques must be made of solid wood. In ancient times, no one dared to make fakes. They would lose their heads." Yang Dongjie replied casually.

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

"What you can see in this room are basically antiques. Oh, yes, not the teacups, and the ornaments on the coffee table next to you. The porcelain and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are incomparable.

Generally used, or you can accidentally encounter something that is easy to break, either it is a modern handicraft, or it is an antique that is too valuable.

After all, a guest came to visit and accidentally knocked over an antique worth several million dollars. Do you want him to pay, or not? The owner and the guests are all upset.

So the ones that are usually used here, and those that can be encountered at random, are basically not very good decorations. The calligraphy and paintings on the walls, the porcelain on the porch.

And the chairs we sat 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 live in a hotel, so he lived in the courtyard.

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

Of course, it only said that it was an antique and did not mention the specific value of these things, otherwise the uncle and aunt knew that the chair under their buttocks was worth hundreds of thousands, and the vases they could see were worth millions at every turn.

After all, Yang Dongjie is a person who went to high school to go to university. His knowledge and vision must be wider. In addition, he can use a computer, so he searched pictures casually, and then lived in the big courtyard for a few days. I can't sleep well.

The uncle and aunt thought that he was not acclimatized, so they almost asked him not to go to school, and just followed them back to his hometown.

"It's all true?" Dong Yao's eyes waited even wider, subconsciously touched the handle of the chair under her buttocks, and glanced over the various furnishings in the room one by one.

"The nave at the back is also real?"

In traditional Chinese houses, there is a tradition of hanging a nave on the wall behind the living room. The large courtyard is a representative of classical architecture, and the nave is naturally hung on the wall behind the living room. Moreover, it is the kind of nave that is carefully selected according to the size of the living room.

"Really, it has been treated to prevent moisture and oxidation, and the surface is coated with a removable protective film. Apart from being an antique, it must be a treasure that can be treated like this.

Sometimes my brother seems to be very diligent, and sometimes he is lazy about certain things. And obviously have a high cultural background and art appreciation ability.

But to measure the value of antiques, it is all about how much it is worth. This nave is not only an antique but also must be very expensive, otherwise my brother wouldn't have taken care of it so carefully. "Yang Dongjie couldn't help complaining.

People who know Yang Dongxu feel that Yang Dongxu is usually a very elegant person with his self-cultivation, vision, and preference for antiques.

As everyone knows, Yang Dongxu is also vulgar in a certain way, for example, as Yang Dongjie said. Unless it's something Yang Dongxu prefers.

Otherwise, for all other antiques, his only criterion for judging whether he likes them or not is whether they are worth money or not, and how much they are worth!

And antiques are regarded as 'elegant' by people in the industry, and money is called 'vulgar' by people in this circle!

But whether an antique is worth collecting or not depends on how much it is worth. Therefore, antiques, elegance, vulgarity, and money form a wonderful cycle and connection.

"Then how much is this worth?" Dong Yao looked at Zhongtang and asked.

"I don't know the details, but the price of calligraphy and painting is generally higher than other antiques in the antique market because of the difficulty of preservation. Such a famous Zhongtang with a provenance is from the Song Dynasty. It must be worth hundreds of millions!"

"Hundreds of millions?" Dong Yao widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Then how much is the chair under our ass worth?"

"These chairs and tables are all made of huanghuali. The price of huanghuali has been rising in the past two years. The price of this chair under our buttocks is about 200,000 yuan. It is conservative to estimate that the price of antiques has doubled. It is also possible to have millions of likes.”

"That is to say, just looking at anything in this room is enough to buy a house?"

"The least valuable can pay a down payment here in Yanjing. Those who are valuable can buy several villas with full payment."

"That's true." Dong Yao didn't know what to say for a moment.

In her impression, those tall decorations, including the chandeliers that look amazing, the whole house is estimated to cost a few million after decoration.

Those millions of pieces of furniture are all expensive in her opinion. As a result, those luxurious and awesome things in her opinion, house + decoration + furniture, are not worth as much as an antique that functions as an ornament here.

It's really poverty that limits her imagination.