Datang Live Room

After he finished writing the longevity words on the round fan, Yan Kai felt that the words seemed to be on par with Zheng Zhixun's, so he felt relieved.

After sending a private message to Nanshan Guest, I hung my things on the yellow cart.

The price is determined as agreed upon by both parties, and among them, the most nervous one is actually Yan Kai’s manager Zeng Xianyu.

Because my mysterious boss hasn't appeared for so long.

The little yellow cars that are open now are not from a certain music platform, but from their own live broadcast room.

The price is so high, if the boss runs away, he will bear the blame.

But Nanshanke is not panic at all. He feels that there are so many master craftsmen in Yankai, why should they cheat themselves for a mere million?

Fortunately, just a few hours after hanging up the small yellow car here, Zeng Xianyu received the news that Nanshan Guest had received the goods.

So the online store of Datang Live Culture Co., Ltd. is open today?

It’s really not open for half a year, but open for half a year!

Ke Shanlan is the person whose online name is Nanshanke.

No one would have thought that he was actually a young man sitting in a wheelchair.

He was dumbfounded and carefully opened the package.

Although the value of this thing in the millions is nothing to his net worth, isn't it a bit rash to just ask the courier to deliver it to his home?

When all the packaging was removed and the moment he saw Qin, he knew that the money was not in vain, or that it was worth it.

He has been influenced by his family since he was a child, and he particularly likes this kind of things, but this piano is definitely the most beautiful object he has ever seen.

Of course, he has been to Shosoin several times. It is no exaggeration to say that he feels that the one he has in his hand is not inferior to the genuine ones from Shosoin.

Although it lacks the sense of historical vicissitudes, the level of exquisiteness is even better.

Putting down the pipa, he looked at the mirror and mirror box that Yan Kai asked him to auction. They were also exquisite.

However, he has seen these two things many times in the live broadcast room. Although they are still amazing, they are not too surprising.

What surprised him was the last object, a round fan.

I picked up the round fan doubtfully. It was indeed in the style of the Tang Dynasty and the workmanship was exquisite, but that was not the point.

The key point is the words above!

When he came to his collection room, he looked up at an authentic painting by Chu Suiliang that he had taken from Christie's during the spring auction.

Then he looked at the fan in his hand.

"Awesome, this Xiaoyan anchor is so awesome!"

Because of the round fan in his hand, the characters on it actually look very similar to the original painting of Chu Suiliang.

He can be considered a semi-expert, and the styles of these two calligraphy are so similar.

If Yan Kai hadn't said it was written for him by someone else, and it was based on the content he provided.

He would have thought that this was a high imitation of Chu Suiliang's work.

If you can write any birthday poem the same as Chu Suiliang's original one, what is this if it's not awesome?

Ke Shanlan carefully put away the three items. He planned to send the mirror box for photography, but he also planned to take it back himself so that the money would not go to outsiders.

Only when you pick it up with your own hands can you know how fascinating that thing is.

A few days later, he asked someone to take him to a large house in the suburbs.

Today is his grandma's 70th birthday here.

There was a piano case on her lap, a box in her hand, and a fan in the other hand. This look was really unique.

"The third young master is back."

"Hey, isn't this the third young master of the Ke family? He's grown so big!"

"His leg was seriously injured when he was a child, and he still hasn't recovered yet!"

"I heard it was due to qi and blood stasis, and even after several surgeries, it didn't get better."

After casually saying hello, an old-fashioned middle-aged man came over.

Looking at Ke Shanlan, she said with some dissatisfaction: "Shan Lan, today is your grandma's birthday, why are you here like this?"

Ke Shanlan looked at himself in Hanfu, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong with me? Can't Chinese people wear Hanfu? Do they have to wear a suit like you?"

"You!" The middle-aged man was choked by Ke Shanlan's words.

But several young people appeared next to him, and at first glance they were with the middle-aged man.

"Shan Lan, why are you so ignorant?"

"Yes, you are strong outside, but how can you still be like this when you return home?"

After a group of people chattered around him, he said coldly: "Would you like me to help you translate what you said?"

"Translation?" Several people were stunned.

Ke Shanlan sneered and said: "I'm ignorant because I'm not easy to deceive. If you say I'm strong, you're independent and hard to control. If you're selfish, you don't take advantage of me. As for me being stubborn, that's you. I’m not in a hurry, am I?”

"You, why are you so sensitive?"

"Oh, I guessed it right because I was sensitive!"

Ke Shanlan said with a smile: "I don't want to take care of my family's business, but you don't want to point fingers at the things I do myself. Otherwise, maybe one day I am in a bad mood and ask to go back home to work?"

As soon as he said this, several other people looked at each other and dared not speak.

At this time, an old woman came over with a frown and said, "Shan Lan, why haven't you come back to see grandma for so long?"

Seeing the old man, Ke Shanlan changed his appearance and said with a smile: "Grandma, didn't I go find a treasure for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him muttered: "You stay at home every day, what kind of treasure can you find?"

Ke Shanlan ignored him and opened the piano case directly.

Such a birthday banquet scene must be brightly lit.

But at this time, the pipa in the piano case is the most eye-catching thing.

"This is……"

"Guqin? It's so beautiful!"

"This... looks familiar!"

The old lady knew what she was selling. She raised her head in surprise and asked, "The one from Zhengsangyuan?"

Ke Shanlan chuckled: "I don't have the ability to steal that. I found someone to make it new. Now there are not one mother-of-pearl and rosewood five-string pipa in existence but two."

The reason why there have never been any imitations of this thing is because the craftsmanship has long been lost. If it weren't for Yan Kai, no one would be able to make it.

On the old lady's birthday, all the celebrities came, including one whose family ran an auction house, and they all coveted the pipa.

Some people even looked up and said: "Mrs. Ke, this Pipa is going to be released..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the look in the old lady's eyes and swallowed the words immediately.

"Not bad, very good!" The old lady smiled and stroked the pipa: "This is the best gift I have ever received."

"There's more!" Ke Shanlan handed the round fan over again: "Look, this is the birthday message I asked my friend to write for you."

"Wait!" At this time, a middle-aged man who had been staring at the fan for a long time shouted.

He almost kneeled down in front of Ke Shanlan.

"There seems to be something wrong with your word!"