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Chapter 348 Choose a Gift for Mr. Huo

When Jiang Yu was busy with the final exam, Jiang Xuan went to Dashitou Village with the test results. This time Jiang Nixiu finally recognized the two old people.

Jiang Xuan took them back to the Shanghai stock market, and before he left, Old Master Jiang asked Jiang Nixiu to finish the work in hand, and when the children had their winter vacation, they would all go to the Shanghai stock market and then formally recognize their ancestors.

The old couple were still very tight-lipped about finding their youngest son, and didn't tell others, so that other people would start to worry about it.

He didn't care about making troubles in private, he just didn't want to disturb their peaceful life.

Then, he prepared it himself first, after all, this is a big event, and he will invite all the famous people from the Shanghai stock market to witness this event.

Scores are the lifeblood of students. In order for Jiang Yu to grow vigorously, of course, the test is as rough as it can be.

After the turmoil, the exams were finally finished, and the winter vacation began. Most of the students went back to their homes and looked for their mothers.

The banquet to introduce Jiang Niqiu to his peers was scheduled for the fifth day after the winter vacation.

Huo An was worried that Jiang's group would be difficult to deal with and that Jiang Yu would be bullied, so he also stayed in Shanghai for a few more days before returning to Beihuai City.

Hearing Huo An say that he was going home during the winter vacation, after the exam, Jiang Yu took her to buy gifts.

For Mr. Huo, for Aunt Han...even Mr. Huo's new dog.

After all, Huo An always gave her little foxes carved from all kinds of jade and precious stones, and Huo Lao also gave her emerald fruits. Later, Jiang Niqiu realized that the set of fruits was very valuable.

What is the relationship between them? Even if he was rescued by chance when he was a child, repaying his kindness would not give so many things, and I don't know if Mr. Huo is angry.

This matter was also told to her by Jiang Niqiu.

"What does Grandpa Huo like? The more expensive ones. This is the task my father gave me. Don't tell me that you don't need to buy it. If you want to say, you can tell my father."

Jiang Yu also thinks that he should buy it, this is to block Huo An's refusal.

"If you don't tell me, then I'll just buy it."

Huo An had no choice but to say, "My grandfather likes calligraphy and painting, I'll take you to the store to buy a painting."

In fact, Mr. Huo really likes calligraphy and painting, but what he likes are antique calligraphy and painting, as well as other antiques.

But those things, which are so easy to buy, might be sold as antiques worth thousands of yuan.

It's better to just buy something for more than ten yuan.

Anyway... grandpa probably wouldn't mind.

Huo An took Jiang Yu to an antique shop casually, and picked the nearest one on the side of the road.

The shopkeeper was a young man in a blue gown, in his 20s, and greeted someone warmly when he saw someone coming in. He probably just entered the industry. Those who buy expensive things will not pay attention at all.

"What do you two want to see, whether it's jade, porcelain, calligraphy, painting, brush and ink, we have all kinds of antiques here."

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up, "I want to buy calligraphy and painting!" She wants this!

Want calligraphy and painting, isn't it easy?The young man led them to the counter, bent down from under the counter, and took out a dozen scrolls, unrolled one of them and laid it out.

"You look at this picture of a tiger descending the mountain, which was painted by Tang Bohu, a famous painter in the Ming Dynasty. Look at this landscape painting again, it is the authentic work of Bada Shanren! Look at this again..."

In short, every painting has its origin and is very precious, but it is this kind of treasure-level paintings, all of which are carelessly placed under the counter, and even the white drawing paper is stained with dirt, so it is not necessary for laymen such as Huo An and Jiang Yu to look at it. It's all fake.

Whoever's valuables can't be scattered all over the ground like those who go to a big market in the village.

"You look fake, don't fool me. I want to buy the real one!" Jiang Yu repeated.

Even if Huo An said that he could just buy whatever he wanted, Jiang Yu felt that it still wouldn't work.

"The real one? Don't tell the truth, just our imitations cost 20 yuan a piece. It's really expensive, much more expensive!" said the waiter.

Jiang Yu knows, but this thing must be very expensive for famous painters, and relatively cheap for those who are not particularly famous and have relatively recent dynasties.

Her father's apples are also divided into small fruit, large fruit and extra large fruit for sale.

"I know, just give me an authentic one that is cheaper." She also turned her head and glanced at Huo An. If Jiang Niqiu really bought hundreds of thousands of paintings, even if he had money, he would not be able to give it to her with confidence. Let her buy it as a layman.

So they thought about buying a few tens of 1 yuan for Mr. Huo, but Huo An should not think that they are not willing to spend money, and after Jiang Niqiu knows a reliable person, he will personally buy expensive gifts and return them back.

"That's it, I'm calling our shopkeeper, please wait a moment."

This young man is indeed an apprentice. He is only in charge of selling fake handicrafts.

The shopkeeper was a man in a long gown with a goatee.

"Excuse me, do you two want to buy the authentic works of that dynasty?"

Jiang Yu said, "For those from the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China, the price should not be higher than 1 yuan."

Ten thousand is the maximum amount that Jiang Niqiu gave her. In fact, Jiang Niqiu is not at ease if she is asked to bring so much money.

The shopkeeper had the bottom line in his heart, and personally took two more paintings for Jiang Yu.

"This one is from the Qing Dynasty, and the last two are from the Republic of China. I can use our store to guarantee that they are indeed authentic, but the author is unknown or unknown."

Jiang Yu looked at it pretendingly, the texture of the paper and the paint of these three paintings were different from those snow-white and snow-white things that looked fake.

This painting from the Qing Dynasty is ink and wash with clear mountains, and there are four lines of poems on it, some of which are in traditional characters, which she only half understood.

One of the paintings in the Republic of China is black grapes, and the other is lotus.

Girls, they all think that Jiang Yu is more likely to choose lotus, but Jiang Yu pointed at the bunch of grapes, "How much is this one?"

This picture of grapes is not big, and because of its recent age, the shopkeeper's asking price was only 8000 yuan, and Jiang Yu bargained for 550 yuan and fifty-five cents.

For seven thousand and five, I bought a bunch of grapes, which was the biggest sum of money Jiang Yu spent, but she felt distressed and hugged it like a baby.

"Why did you buy this picture of grapes?" Huo An asked.

"I think Grandpa Huo is getting old, and his teeth must be bad. This painting can not only be seen, but he can also think of the sweet and sour grapes when he looks at the painting. How wonderful."

And she didn't know what was going on, she couldn't move her eyes when she saw this picture.

"Grandpa Huo won't dislike my cheap purchase, will he?"

Huo An said affirmatively, "No, I think those 20 yuan ones are pretty good, really."

The two continued to buy gifts for Aunt Han, and when they were all bought, Huo An asked, "Where's mine?"

Oh, it's true, I forgot his!

Jiang Yu reacted quickly, "Your must be the last to buy, um...whatever you want, I will buy it for you."

Huo An didn't expose her, and pointed to the roadside stall selling red scarves, "Then you can buy me a scarf, Beihuai City is rather cold, so I can't do without a scarf, I just don't have one."

So, Jiang Yu bought him a red scarf, and happened to choose one with fish sewn on both ends.

(End of this chapter)