Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 41

She is so sincere, Qiao Yimo probably won't pursue it.

Just wrong herself for a while, after this matter is over, she will find that noble self in the painting finals.

Qiao Yimo didn't speak a word.

When she looked up, she realized that Qiao Yimo had been playing with her mobile phone without even looking at her.

Qiao Anchu became impatient, "Yimo, I just apologized to you."

"Ah?" Qiao Yimo raised her head at this moment, blinked her eyes, and said innocently, "Oh."

This indifferent attitude made Qiao Anchu's face turn green.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Qiao Anchu didn't understand, what else would she do after apologizing.

Qiao Yimo slightly hooked her red lips, and raised her delicate brows slightly, "That means I accept it, but it's another matter if I don't forgive you."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Yimo turned around and left.

"Mom, sister is too narrow-minded." Qiao Anchu took Dong Yan's hand and acted like a baby.

Dong Yan was really angry this time, "But you did something wrong, you know?"

"Got it mom!" Qiao Anchu lowered her head and pouted, looking pitiful.

Dong Yan didn't want to blame her anymore, "Do you have to work hard to know this summer painting competition? It's a chance to make up for your mistakes."

"Well, I see."

She must seize this opportunity well, so that she can raise her head and see people again.

Qiao Yimo had to experience the embarrassment she had experienced with Qiao Anchu.

Qiao Yimo left the banquet and did not go home. Instead, she took a taxi and went to the antique market that she went to yesterday.

She looked at the small bloodstones in her schoolbag, and they should be able to sell for a good price.

It just so happened that on that day, Qiao Yimo met the monthly trade fair held by the antique market.

When she arrived, the trade fair hadn't started yet, and the trade fair in the antique market was no different from an ordinary auction, except that there were real antiques and fake ones, the real ones made money, and the fake ones undoubtedly lost money.

The scene was very lively. When it was about to start, Qiao Yimo suddenly heard the old man beside him whispering, "Old Wang, have you heard that there is Kangxi's own calligraphy this time, I don't know if it is true."

"I don't know. I came here for it. I'll have to appraise it later."

Qiao Yimo listened to the whispers of the people around her, the corners of her mouth curled up, and a gleam of light flashed across her eyes!
Kangxi's own calligraphy?

Must see.

The host was announcing the first collection on stage, "What we are going to bid for today is a gold gourd bottle with yellow ground enamel and color drawing made in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. The low price is 500 yuan. If you are interested, you can come to the stage to identify and bid for the price."

As soon as the host finished speaking, many Tibetan friends came to the stage one after another. Qiao Yimo followed curiously, and saw many old people holding a magnifying glass to look at the details of the collection.

"The pattern is detailed and the colors are bright, it looks very good!" An old man looked at it with a magnifying glass.

"This is made in the year of Qianlong. If it is genuine, it will be worth a lot of money."

"Hey, look at the bottom, and the pattern." The old man regretted, "It's a pity, I thought it was the real thing, but it turned out to be a fake."

"Imitation? How to say?"

"The old man pushed his glasses and explained seriously, "You see, the bottom is too white, it doesn't look like an old thing, and the pattern is asymmetrical. According to my years of experience in appraising treasures, it is undoubtedly a modern handicraft. "

Everyone nodded after listening to the old man's explanation, "That's right, there was an identical one in city B before, and it was auctioned for 500 million yuan! How much is this one? 500 yuan!"

"Hey, hey, it turns out to be an imitation, let's go down."

After a round of appraisal, most of them stepped down, leaving only a few people still under consideration.

"Hey! It turned out to be an imitation, worthless, worthless!"

Qiao Yimo also squatted down and observed carefully, the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be concealed.

In the end, Qiao Yimo took away the fake product that everyone said was 1500.

Seeing that it was taken by the little girl, everyone looked at each other and laughed, "Little girl, do you buy this imitation and go back to pickle pickles?"

"Hahaha, little girl, you can buy some to soak your feet."

"Why do you come to the antique market if you don't understand? It's a fake and a waste of money."

Qiao Yimo's red lips hooked lightly, "It's rare to meet someone I like, the price is so cheap, of course I can't let it go."

After hearing this, everyone started laughing again, "This little girl is really a fool."

During this period, there were several genuine antiques, but Qiao Yimo only bought high-quality goods, so she didn't sell them.

The first part of the free trade fair is over, and the next step is free trade on the antique table.

Free trade means that Tibetans sell their own things. As for whether you can buy genuine products, it depends on your personal opinion.

"Hello, can everyone on this antique table sell antiques?" She wanted to auction off the bloodstone.

"Do you have something to trade?" The host looked at Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo smiled, unzipped her schoolbag, and shook it in front of the host, "That's it!"

The host glanced at the bloodstone in Qiao Yimo's hand, frowned slightly, and stared at it for a long time, with some doubts in his heart, he pulled Qiao Yimo to the table.

"Little girl, put down the bloodstone and let everyone see it!" The host took a cursory look at Qiao Yimo's hand, and felt that the appearance and color were really good!
"Okay!" Qiao Yimo put down the bloodstone without haste, and only then did Tibetan friends come up to distinguish.

"This color is so good!"

"It's full of blood and looks very natural."

"It weighs a full two catties."

One of the old men pushed his glasses, "The blood color is pure and the appearance is excellent. The price is not low."

"But, this stone was brought by the little girl, can it be true?"

"Yeah, I dare not buy it!"

"That's right, this little girl just picks up a stone and dyes it in color and says it's a bloodstone, who are you lying to?"

Qiao Yimo smiled when he heard the words, everyone present was his brother.

"Since you are afraid of fakes, let me identify them." Qiao Yimo said while taking the mineral water from someone else's hand and pouring it on the bloodstone.

I saw that the water penetrated into the cracks of the stone, causing the reflection of the pattern inside it, and the color began to change, becoming bright red and dazzling.

This phenomenon left everyone present stunned, this is too beautiful.

"I know this identification method, but I didn't expect this bloodstone to be real. It's so beautiful!"

"Little girl, I want it, I want it, you make a price!"

"Go away, I saw it first, I want it!"

Qiao Yimo watched the crowd looting, and said slowly, "Stop arguing, the one with the highest price wins!"

As soon as she said this, someone immediately offered an offer.

"Little girl, I want 50!"

"Only 50? Are you kidding me! 200 million!"

"200 million? Is it too high?"

200 million is nothing, as long as you get this chicken blood stone, the eighteen generations of your ancestors will have nothing to worry about.

"250."

Qiao Yimo was quite satisfied listening to everyone's outcry, and made a small fortune. The important thing was that it was picked up, so she was even happier!

"500 million, no more!"

"Don't fucking grab me today, I'm going to order this bloodstone today!"

"Why do you say you want it? I'll bid 800 million!"

As soon as the 800 million was asked, everyone was not very happy, "Why the hell are you raising such a high price?"

Qiao Yimo sat on the table, drinking tea, and listening to the crowd scrambling for it.

For a chicken blood stone, these Tibetan friends disregarded face and let out swear words. Qiao Yimo was so loud that his head was buzzing, "Stop talking, 5000 million, take it away if you want it, and I'll take it back if you don't want it!"

"5000 million? Little girl, you can really speak!"

"Yeah, the big deal is that I don't want it. It's too outrageous. Has there ever been such a high price in the whole world?"

"It's really bloody mouthful! Let's go, let's go."

Everyone shook their heads and accused Qiao Yimo of talking too loudly, but Qiao Yimo smiled without thinking, "If you don't want it, I'm leaving?"

No one dared to speak, Qiao Yimo got up and wanted to walk with the bloodstone, her steps were light.

But within two steps, he was stopped by a Tibetan friend, "Little girl, don't go! I'm kidding you! Come back quickly! Please come back soon!"

A treacherous smile flashed across the corner of Qiao Yimo's mouth, wouldn't that be all right, like a mother-in-law.

In the end, this bloodstone was accepted by a man with a beer belly at a price of 5000 million. Although the moment he swiped the card was very painful, when he got the bloodstone, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. This is a finished product. 5000 million is several times higher.

Everyone looked at the little girl holding the bank card and said with emotion, "A little girl has so much money, the world is about to change."

The fair was not over yet, and everyone asked with interest, "Little girl, where did you get this bloodstone?"

Qiao Yimo blinked and said casually, "You picked it up?"

"Pick it up?"

Everyone rolled their eyes, "Little girl, why are you lying like this? Tell me, where else is there to pick it up, I'll pick it up!"

"Believe it or not." Qiao Yimo blinked mischievously, and raised the Qianlong enamel gourd bottle in her hand, "This is also the real thing."

Everyone's eyes lit up, "How is it possible? I have just observed carefully!"

"Oh? Really?" Qiao Yimo looked at the old man, "You look quite old, you should have been playing with antiques for a while."

The old man nodded, "Yes, but this thing is obviously a fake!"

Qiao Yimo smiled, "The enamel at the bottom is fine and white, and the patterns are messy, which just proves that this is the real thing."

"Tell me!" The old man pushed his eyes and looked at Qiao Yimo intently.

"The bottoms of the enamel gourd bottles produced in the Qianlong period are all white and delicate, because they belonged to the emperor. If the bottom is yellow and dirty, and the patterns are regular like machine patterns, it must be a fake."

She blinked, "You think so?"

After finishing speaking, she hopped away with her small schoolbag on her back.

The old man was suddenly speechless, as if it was true
He looked at the back of the little girl, and suddenly wanted to know, who is this person?

(End of this chapter)