Spirit Eyes of Rebirth Appraisal

Before the start of school, Comrade Xiao Ji started to make bad news again.

It has been a while since Han Wenxiao bought the imitation, so it seems time to expose it.

Turning his eyes to Huo Tuhao, the bad water in his stomach began to bubble.

Huo Yan, who was watching TV, felt a gust of cold wind hit him, and when he turned around, he saw the flattering little liar.

"Brother Yan." The whining voice made Huo Tuhao's ass hurt.

"Speak directly if you have something to say." Huo Yan couldn't stand the virtue of the little liar the most, saying that being charming is not charming, and only being obnoxious is left.

Ji Hanyu smirked, and at the same time gave a hint, "Wang Xizhi's cursive script..."

"Isn't it on the display rack?" Huo Yan immediately guessed what the little liar was thinking, but he put on a puzzled expression, who would do anything that is not beneficial!

Ji Hanyu could only speak more bluntly, "I have mortgaged that painting to you, and it is yours. I heard that grandpa likes it."

For the finishing work, Ji Hanyu had decided a long time ago that he had to expose it anyway, so why not make it cheaper for his own people.

"You want me to give it to grandpa, and then spread the news?" Huo Yan looked at him calmly.

Ji Hanyu nodded again and again, that's what he meant.

"Brother Yan, grandpa likes antiques, you just send them to be filial." Ji Hanyu rubbed his little hands.

"No, I like that picture too." Huo Tuhao looked embarrassed.

"It's all from my own family. If you want to see it, can your grandfather stop it?" Ji Hanyu said in a tone of air.

Huo Yan looked at him suspiciously, "If you send it out, you won't be able to come back, are you willing?"

Of course he was not willing, but compared to cheating Han Wenxiao, this is nothing, and besides, he always felt that he owed Huo Yan, "What is there to be reluctant to respect the old man, if you let me give it away, if grandpa likes it, then I... ..."

Having said that, Ji Hanyu changed his mouth, "I'll take a pen and write two more pictures."

Huo Yan let out a muffled laugh, knowing that the little liar had reached his limit when he took out this picture.

"Oh, after I send it, grandpa must still miss me." Huo Yan lamented, "You must do me something."

What do you call being cheap and being obedient? You're talking about people like Huo Yan.

"Didn't the benefits be paid last night?" Ji Hanyu would not be deceived, he already took out a picture, what else?

"That can only be calculated as interest, tonight is the principal." Huo Yan hugged the little liar again.

Ji Hanyu was so tickled by him, he agreed with half-push and half-push, and he really became more and more depraved!

That night, Huo Tuhao did not know where to get an ancient robe, and Ji Hanyu looked familiar at first glance.

"This?" Comrade Xiao Ji pointed to the clothes that Huo Yan handed him after taking a shower.

"Gu Fangzhai brought it back." Huo Yan generously put it on for the little liar.

Ji Hanyu is not a teenager, of course he knows what Huo Tuhao wants to play, but is it too embarrassing?

"Let me wear underpants." The feeling of hollowness made Ji Hanyu feel sloppy.

"No, this is just right." Huo Yan handed the little liar another folding fan.

This folding fan looked familiar to Ji Hanyu, it was obviously from Gu Fangzhai, and he didn't know when he bought it, obviously it was planned for a long time.

As for "taking" it was impossible, Fatty Jia was very close to anything of any value.

Looking at the blushing young man in ancient clothes, with half of his calf bare, Huo Tuhao suppressed the evil fire in his heart, and followed the steps.

"Let's prostitute... a poem first." Huo Tuhao drew a long sound on a certain word.

Ji Hanyu unfolded the folding fan and shielded himself, his body had already reacted.

"Bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your lover." Ji Hanyu whispered lewdly.

"Which one is the lover?" Huo Tuhao pulled the boy into his arms.

"In front of me is my lover." Unable to stand Huo Tuhao's teasing anymore, Ji Hanyu directly gagged the other party's mouth.

The night is like water, the water is slightly cool, and there are two figures on the bed.

It wasn't until the next day at noon that Ji Hanyu woke up in a daze. Because of the excitement last night, the two of them tossed until the second half of the night. As for the robe that had turned into a strip of cloth, if he hadn't tried his best to protect it, he might have folded the fan. Also died.

Treat lunch as breakfast, and after filling his stomach, Ji Hanyu urged Huo Tuhao to get out. Keep calligraphy and paintings at home for a day, and Han Wenxiao will be happy for a day. It's time for him to fall from the clouds.

Huo Yan was still a little worried about the little liar, "Then you have a good rest and don't get out of bed. I'll make you dinner when I come back."

"Understood, stop rambling." Ji Hanyu waved away.

Huo Yan took the calligraphy and painting in the showcase, reluctantly said goodbye to the little liar, and then went to his grandfather's house to give the calligraphy and painting.

Ji Hanyu lay on the bed, looking at the marks all over his body.

The joy of last night made him feel even more empty in his heart.

A week later, when Ji Hanyu went to Panjiayuan to see Fatty Jia, he saw that the fat on his face was happy together, and he was holding his wife's hand crookedly.

"Boss Jia, sister-in-law." Ji Hanyu opened the door and walked in. Fortunately, Fatty Jia's side is his wife, otherwise he wouldn't know how to address her.

"Xiao Ji, come in and sit down." Fatty Jia greeted enthusiastically.

"I'm going to make tea." Fatty Jia's daughter-in-law put on a little woman's posture, which opened Ji Hanyu's eyes.

"Sister-in-law, what's the matter?" Seeing that sister-in-law went to the back room, Ji Hanyu immediately approached Fatty Jia and asked.

Fatty Jia couldn't see his eyes when he laughed, "I have a good wife!"

Next, I heard Fatty Jia talk about the reasons for his happiness.

The Wang Xizhi cursive script that Fatty Jia wanted to buy at the beginning turned out to be a fake.

The genuine product is actually in the hands of an old man. It is said that he bought it at a high price, and several appraisal experts have seen it.

"If my daughter-in-law didn't let me buy it back then, my brother would have gone bankrupt now." Fatty Jia sighed. The ancients never deceived me. If you have a good wife, don't seek misfortune! "

As for why Fatty Jia's daughter-in-law is happy, of course it is because of Fatty Jia's attitude of paying public food these days.

Fatty Jia used to stare straight at beautiful women, but now his small eyes can no longer accommodate other people.

"I remember that old man Qi had read that picture?" Ji Hanyu pretended to be confused.

Fatty Jia straightened up his breasts, which made many women jealous, "The old one Qi saw was the real one, while the one Han Wenxiao bought was a counterfeit. Five days ago, when the rumors first came out, Han Wenxiao didn't believe in evil. , went to look for Mr. Qi with the imitation, and was thrown out."

"No way, Mr. Qi is a very good person despite his personality." Ji Hanyu was really shocked this time, as Mr. Qi is the Taishan Beidou in the antique world, no matter how you say it, he will not bombard the people who come to him for appraisal go out.

"Hmph, this is all Han Wenxiao asked for. He said that Mr. Qi deliberately played tricks. Are you angry?" Fatty Jia got angry when he mentioned this. If there is no real product, everyone may have doubts. Now that the real ones are out, the old man also said that his grandson bought them from a young man.

It was originally a young man who carried Wang Xizhi's original handwriting, but it was later reported that the young man had two uncles. As for the argument, no one had the leisure to do so.

Hearing Fatty Jia's words, Ji Hanyu felt that Han Wenxiao was definitely looking for death, not to mention that the 100 million yuan was in vain, he would suffer if he offended Old Qi.

Of course, as Fatty Jia said, Han Wenxiao asked for it all.

Back then, if Han Wenxiao didn't frame Ji Ran, there wouldn't be this scam.If Han Wenxiao hadn't wronged Mr. Qi for playing tricks, his reputation wouldn't be so bad now.

"What's there to be happy about? Han Wenxiao's door is hard, even if his reputation is bad, he didn't lose his job in the Cultural Relics Bureau." Fatty Jia's daughter-in-law came out with tea.

Ji Hanyu took a cup of tea, "Thank you sister-in-law."

"Hmph, now everyone sees him and hides away, even if he has a good job." Fatty Jia was very dissatisfied. In fact, he knew what his wife said.

Ji Hanyu took a sip of tea, which tasted like ice mint, and it was very refreshing in his mouth. "The work of the Bureau of Cultural Relics is just a casual job, and the reputation in the antique world is far more important than the status."

"Xiao Ji is right." Fatty Jia slapped his thigh, and then grabbed his wife's hand, "Your husband's appraisal level is also good. When I get famous, let's beat him."

Fatty Jia's daughter-in-law was amused, but she didn't say anything, but showed a proud look on her face.

After getting the news he wanted, Ji Hanyu was about to leave, but a guest came.

"Is the boss there? I want to sell something." While the three were chatting, a middle-aged woman walked in.

"Yes." Fatty Jia stood up from his fat body.

Because Ji Hanyu is no longer working in the store, he didn't go over to make do with it, but wentssiping with his sister-in-law.

At this moment, Fatty Jia suddenly said, "Xiao Ji, come and have a look at this thing."

Ji Hanyu froze for a moment, then walked over.

After seeing the items in the box, Ji Hanyu said straightly, "Is this a four-series jar?"

Fatty Jia nodded, "But this thing should have been pickled with pickles, even the outside has traces of being corroded by salt."

The jar in front of me was [-] centimeters high and [-] centimeters in diameter. It was khaki-yellow and not in good condition. There was a crack in the spout.

Although it has a sense of age, it is difficult to judge.

"How much is this eldest sister going to sell?" Ji Hanyu knew that this thing was real, but it was not worth collecting.

The woman waited for them to ask the price, and said immediately after hearing this: "Twenty thousand, I've watched the treasure appraisal show, such a big pot can sell for tens of thousands."

Both Ji Hanyu and Fatty Jia were happy.

"Let me put it this way, there is still a gap between appreciating treasure programs and real sales. Let alone your jar is not easy to date. Even if the production date is confirmed, your preservation is too bad. Don't say [-], even [-]." No one accepts it." Ji Hanyu said to the woman.

"Of course you guys said that." The woman said this, but she didn't know what to do in her heart. Before coming to Gufangzhai, she also went to many places, and they all had a price of ten yuan.

Fatty Jia shook his carrot-thick fingers, "This little brother is not from the store. If you sell this jar, I can give you [-]. If you don't sell it, go to another store to have a look."

Seeing that the boss did not keep customers, the woman became a little anxious. She was recently obsessed with appreciating treasures, and found that the jar could also be an antique, so she dug out the pickle jar at home. It is said that this thing was left by the ancestors.

It's a pity that there is no one in the family who understands this thing. Even the best antiques are useless after being pickled for several lifetimes.

No, she cleaned the jar, thinking she could sell it for some money, but she didn't expect it would be difficult to sell it for a thousand.

"Boss, let's see if I can add some more. How about a thousand?" The woman thought to herself, in order to clean this jar, the laundry detergent she used was worth ten yuan, and she had to earn it back anyway.

"Just eight hundred." Fatty Jia walked out of the counter, as if he didn't care about the business.

As soon as the woman gritted her teeth, this was already the highest bid.

"That's fine, eight hundred is eight hundred." The woman put down the jar and stretched out her hand.

Fatty Jia drew up a handicraft transaction contract, and only gave the money to the woman after she signed it.

"Just this pickle jar is worth [-]? You don't think you've taken a fancy to that little daughter-in-law, do you?" Fatty Jia's daughter-in-law began to stare.

Ji Hanyu smiled lightly, and explained to Fatty Jia: "Sister-in-law, this is not an ordinary jar, but a four-series jar from the Cizhou Kiln in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty."

"Haha, I didn't expect Xiao Ji to see it too." Fatty Jia happily touched the four-series can. If it wasn't too corroded, he wouldn't be able to buy it for the price of cabbage.

Fatty Jia's daughter-in-law is not very familiar with antiques, "How much can it sell for?"

"The bottom line is [-]. If it is well preserved, it can be sold for more than [-]." Ji Hanyu said with a smile.

Fatty Jia nodded repeatedly, and when he called some Tibetan friends who love porcelain, he could sell this jar.