Little Divine Doctor Landlord

"Mr. Xiao, these two things are made by one person. It's a great craft. It's a master level thing. It's just that the quality of jade is not superior, but inferior. Mr. Ming hao? This person hasn't heard of shouldn't

Listening to the old man's words, Xiao Yuyao was a little angry: "I just want to know the value of these two dollars and that one?"

"Let me see." Cloud old man with glasses, holding a magnifying glass carefully looked up. But I said immediately:

"Strange, strange. It's not gilding, it's gilding. But it's amazing that gold on jade can make it so strong. What kind of craft is this? "

"Don't say that, just say which one is more valuable!" Xiao Yuyao is on fire.

"It's the Golden Phoenix, of course. This Buddha statue is worth 70000 yuan. Jade is not very good, but the sculptors are very valuable. This carving technique has a very simple flavor... "

Listening to old man Yun murmuring, Xiao Yuyao asked directly, "how much is this golden phoenix worth?"

"Two hundred thousand. This process is very strange. By the way, is Mr. Xiao going to do it? "

Xiao Yuyao rolled her eyes: "how can my boyfriend give me a hand?"

"No matter how much it's worth, it's the gift giver's heart." Old man Yun laughed.

Now Xiao Yuyao is not about money. It's just like that if millions are put in front of her. Please. What Xiao Yuyao likes is how Zhao Minghao can give Annuo a gift that is more valuable than his own.

Xiao Yuyao couldn't listen at all. I called Zhao Minghao when I came out here.

"I just don't want to pay for the Buddha." Zhao Minghao raised his eyebrows and said, "why don't I make another one for you?"

Xiao Yuyao is also a very smart person. As soon as I hear it, I know there must be a reason. It's not Zhao Minghao who deliberately gave her a rare one.

"Well, there must be a Buddha statue." Xiao Yuyao said, "then I won't ask. Dr. Zhao will go to Banyue Lake tomorrow. You need to ask for leave

"Well, I've asked for leave. Now let's do the transfer of ownership. "

Zhao Minghao started the car and rushed out of the underground parking lot. After finishing two things in the afternoon, I'm going to find Zhong Hongyang. Last time I saw ink and brush for sale.

Zhao Minghao is interested now. It's about practicing your calligraphy. You know, he also inherited the calligraphy memory of Tian Hai Da Luo Xian.

Although there is no practice now, it has affected Zhao Minghao. Let him have a good font has made great progress. Although it is written with hard pen, it is also pleasing to the eye!

Things are going well. Han Lisan was very cooperative and went through the formalities. Of course, at that time, Zhao Minghao first gave him nine million.

Liu Qijun took the plaster with surprise. After the effect, I come to talk to Zhao Minghao about the next step.

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon after these two things. Zhao Minghao came to Zhong Hongyang's sibaozhai.

"We need ink, paper and inkstone, some of them. Mr. Zhao, please go up to the second floor. "

Zhong Hongyang said excitedly. He waited a long time for Zhao Minghao to come home again.

The brush, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready. Of course, it's the best thing. Just like those writing brushes are Langhao pens or jade poles. Is inkstone Duan Inkstone or something in the middle of Ming Dynasty. Ink ingot is made by ancient method, and paper is rice paper.

"How much is it?" Zhao Minghao is very satisfied.

"No money, no money. I made a lot of money from that jade pendant last time. " Zhong Hongyang said eagerly:

"It's for Mr. Zhao!"

"Well, I'm not welcome." Zhao Minghao nodded.

He knew that if he wanted to give money, the old man would definitely refuse to accept it. He would just give him some advantages in the future. Anyway, I will become a practitioner!

It's not a piece of cake for a practitioner to give a warrior a little benefit.

"It's Friday evening, Mr. Zhao. There's a junk market over there. May I accompany you to have a look? If you're lucky, you'll find fun. "

Zhong Hongyang has a flattering smile on his face. Zhao Minghao looks like it's only half past four. He nodded and went with him.

The market is in a square, with more than ten acres. It's packed.

It's really second-hand goods. I can think of almost all of them here. Old books, old furniture, old appliances. Old appliances are the old radio, black and white TV or something. I don't know who wants these things.

"There are antique dealers over there. But not one in a thousand is true. Even if it's true, it's not precious. The price can still go up to the sky. Now people are smart. "

Old man Zhong sighed

"Still good. You can find good things. Now it's not without a chance to pick up the leak. It's very little! "

After a circle of broken copper, broken iron, rotten stone and rotten wood. Zhao Minghao feels very strange, that is, old man Zhong knows that he has gone to work in vain. Originally, I wanted to see if there was anything that interested Zhao Minghao.

As he was about to leave, Zhao Minghao stopped and squatted down. It's all stalls here.

Zhao Minghao reached out and picked up a purse that looked very new. It's the size of an egg with a dragon embroidered on it.

"How do you sell it?"

"This one." The little boss is a little confused.

He doesn't even know when it's in his old books. But the offer will be:

"Give me a hundred dollars. It's hand embroidery. "

The little boss wants to call this antique, that is, slap his own face. I don't see it's new. Only on the embroidery. Besides, beside this handsome guy, it's Zhong Hongyang, the boss of sibaozhai!

Zhao Minghao left 100 yuan to stand up and leave. Old man Zhong was in a hurry to follow.

Old man Zhong knew that there must be a reason why Zhao Minghao looked at a purse. But I can't remember what a good thing it is.

"Mr. Zhao, this purse is..." old man Zhong asked.

Now at the gate of sibaozhai, Zhao Minghao is ready to get on the bus and leave.

"Well, it's mine. I just don't know when I lost it. " Zhao Minghao can only say so.

"Well. No wonder Mr. Zhao won't put it down in his hand. " Old man Zhong began to laugh.

At the same time, old man Zhong also mended his brain. Some girl gave Zhao Minghao this purse. They don't know what's going on now, but Zhao Minghao lost the purse.

"Let's go and come back later. By the way, do you know where to sell raw jade here? Take me to see it next time you have time. "

"OK, OK."

Old man Zhong quickly agreed to come down and watched Zhao Minghao's car drive away. Then he came back to the shop.

"Haha, I made money this time. It's a storage bag. I found a storage bag! It only cost a hundred yuan, but I don't know what's in it? " Zhao Minghao is full of hope.