I'm really the king of leaks

Chapter 19 Hainan Huanghuali Pen Holder in the Qing Dynasty

After going downstairs, Zhang Yi first took a cold shower to quench his flaming alcoholism.

After tidying up, he went back to the house, touched the bed and fell asleep quickly.

Early in the morning.

Zhang Yi was woken up by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

Seeing that it was Uncle Chen calling, Zhang Yi immediately connected.

"Uncle Chen, what's the matter?"

"Aren't you up yet?"

"Uh...not yet!"

"Get up quickly. I just got the news that the Honglin Flea Market will be demolished. You might be able to find some good things over there. This is an opportunity."

"Where are you now, I'll drive over to pick you up!"

Zhang Yi knew about Honglin flea market.

The address is also in the old city, but the location is farther than the antique street, and it was remodeled from the former old glass factory.

It used to be a second-hand goods trading market, and later, it gradually evolved into an antique market.Of course, there are still a lot of second-hand trades now, basically furniture and home appliances.

Because of the "chaotic" problem, coupled with the drought and dry weather in the first half of this year, there were four or five fire accidents, and the losses were quite serious.

Therefore, just after autumn, the demolition notice from above came down.

He was out all day yesterday and came back very late at night, so Zhang Yi never went back to the hospital.In the morning, Zhang Yi decided to go to the hospital first, visit his mother, and then go to the Honglin flea market.

"Uncle Chen, wait a moment, see you at the gate of the old city hospital!"

That said, Uncle Chen also understood that Zhang Yi wanted to visit his mother, so he agreed.

After making an agreement with Uncle Chen, Zhang Yi got up immediately to wash up.

When appraising green-skinned walnuts yesterday, Zhang Yi discovered that his appraisal and repair ability had changed to three times.

Today, you can make good use of it by going to the flea market to find treasures.

Maybe there will be a good harvest.

tidy up.

Just as he was about to go out, there was a shout from the second floor.

"Zhang Yi, wait a minute!"

The one who called out to Zhang Yi was naturally Xia Qianxun.

Zhang Yi's memory of what happened when he was drunk last night is actually vague.However, he remembered that nothing crossed the line.

Stopping, Zhang Yi turned around.

"Miss Xia, what's the matter?"

"I can't walk on my feet yet, and I can't go downstairs, you...can you carry me down again?"

Xia Qianxun had already put on her clothes and was standing at the door of her bedroom.Zhang Yi responded, and immediately went upstairs, carrying Xia Qianxun on his back.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, I felt a burst of embarrassment in my heart.

After placing Xia Qianxun on the sofa, Zhang Yizheng was about to leave, but hesitated for a moment, went over to get the bruise medicine, and smeared it on Xia Qianxun.

"You can't walk, how can you eat?"

Zhang Yi asked casually.

"I'll just order takeout."

Xia Qianxun was a little moved by Zhang Yi's actions just now.

When Zhang Yi was about to leave, he suddenly called Zhang Yi again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Yi turned his head, Xia Qianxun took out his phone and took a photo of him.

"Miss Xia, why are you photographing me?"

"It's nothing, I just bought a mobile phone, try the pixels, it seems to be pretty good."

After speaking, Xia Qianxun continued to play with his mobile phone.

And Zhang Yi also frowned slightly, didn't say much, and hurried out the door.

After Zhang Yi left.

Xia Qianxun took out the old photo he found in the book last night and compared it with the photo he just took on his phone.

"Oh...is it just a duplicate name?"

"It doesn't seem like it!"

"..."

Xia Qianxun was alone, talking to himself.

the other side.

Zhang Yi went out from Cuiwei Washington, and went all the way to the hospital.

And not far away, on the other side of the road, someone took a mobile phone and secretly photographed the scene where Zhang Yi came out of Cuiwei Hua Mansion just now.

Sending it via WeChat, the man called again.

"Master, I have already sent the video!"

"He does live in Cuiwei Hua Mansion. He went back very late last night, and went out early this morning. I took pictures of the gestures of swiping the access control card very clearly."

On the other side of the phone, Zhang Jinlong was sitting with the old lady.

"Grandma, this video is clearly captured, watch it for yourself!"

The old lady took it, looked at it carefully, and nodded.

"Strange, I've already asked someone to investigate, but why don't I have any clues?"

"Grandma, since grandpa secretly gave you the house, he must have thought of this day, and he will definitely try to make it impossible for you to get it!"

"But, without clues and evidence, we can't rob it!"

"Grandma, we can't rob it openly, we can use our Zhang family's method! I don't believe it, our Zhang family wants to get back a house, but we can't deal with that kid Zhang Yi!"

Zhang Jinlong clenched his fists and spoke a little angrily.

As soon as these words came out, the old lady couldn't help but smile.

"Jinlong, you are so smart, you reminded me. We have a way to get rid of Zhang Guoshan, so can't we get rid of Zhang Yi?"

"Grandma, we are thinking of getting together."

"According to my investigation, Zhang Yi is also in the antique business recently. Moreover, he seems to have made some money. To deal with him, we might as well do the same trick again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jinlong received a WeChat message.

"Master, I followed Zhang Yi and found that he went to the Honglin flea market."

Seeing this news, a sinister and sly smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Jinlong's mouth.

"Grandma, he went to the Honglin flea market."

"Oh? Isn't that place going to be demolished? It's a mess!"

"That's right, grandma, it's really messy there, and it's prone to accidents! As far as I know, there were four fires in the first half of the year!"

the other side.

Zhang Yi came out of the hospital and got into Uncle Chen's car.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the Honglin flea market.

The scale of the Honglin flea market is actually much larger than a street of antiques. There are more than a dozen streets, large and small, with all kinds of second-hand goods.

Although the number of appraisals has increased, it cannot be abused casually.

There are so many things, if you want to pick up the leaks here, you need a certain amount of luck and vision.

Because of the demolition, almost all the shops in the vicinity are labeled with the price of jumping off the building.A lot of things are indeed much cheaper than usual.

However, Zhang Yi and Uncle Chen didn't come to look for second-hand goods, they went directly to those antique shops.

After shopping for about two streets, Zhang Yi finally saw a pen holder in a store.

It was painted with a layer of red paint, and there were carvings, but when he took it in his hands, it felt very heavy.

Somewhat strange.

Only ordinary wood can be painted, but ordinary wood is not so heavy.

Thinking of this, he decided to use up the first chance of identification.

When the index finger of his right hand touched the pen holder, the voice in his head came.

"Hainan huanghuali pen holder in Qing Dynasty."

"Hainan huanghuali, the scientific name is Dalbergia Dalbergia. The origin is Diaoluo Mountain, Hainan. Because of its slow growth, solid wood and beautiful patterns, it has always been one of the five famous trees."

"On this pen holder, there are carved mountains and rocks, ancient pine, literati and scholars. The carving is first-class, and the meaning is noble. The overall pen holder is exaggerated yet elegant and solemn. On the inner wall, there are very beautiful landscape patterns, which are indeed Hainan yellow in the Qing Dynasty. The pear pen holder is genuine."

"The fly in the ointment is that in the process of inheritance, this object may have gone through troubled times. In order to hide this precious pen holder, the ancients painted a layer of vermilion lacquer on the surface, so that the beauty will not leak out. Excuse me, can it be repaired?"

(End of this chapter)