My Side Job is a Trader

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The old man carefully looked at the inkstone in his hand and said: "A good inkstone must be a material that is in a feng shui place and absorbs the aura of the world. It is made by famous artists. The artistry of an inkstone is determined by the material, craftsmanship, year, and user. composition."

Zhang Xin heard the word "feng shui" again, and he didn't find it ridiculous. He guessed that the aura generated by feng shui might have an auxiliary effect on the master of the inkstone.

No matter what Zhang Xin thought, the old man said to himself: "There are a lot of ancient inkstones in the world, so most of them are not so precious, but some of them are very rare because they are very valuable. For example, Xiangjiang Rongsheng 2013 A Qing dynasty Fushou inkstone was auctioned at the boutique auction in 2009, and the final transaction price was 1.43 million."

Zhang Xin doesn't think that more than one million is too expensive, after all, some auction houses have circulated auction items of hundreds of millions.

After the old man introduced the general situation of the inkstone, he paused, and then he will talk about the inkstone that Zhang Xin just bought.

The old man stroked the beard on his chin and said, "Among the inkstones, there is a special category, because the materials for making inkstones do not exist naturally, but are made artificially. However, this kind of artificial inkstone has value. It is not necessarily lower than that made of natural materials, because the materials used to make the inkstone come from ancient palaces, and because it is contaminated with a trace of the flourishing dynasty, it has formed a special existence. The inkstone made of this material allows users to It’s more peaceful and helpful for writing and painting."

"Feng Shui?"

Zhang Xin asked the doubt in his mind.

The old man said: "Yes, this special inkstone is a kind of feng shui town object. Putting it in the study room can make people self-cultivation and nourishment."

"All the inkstones with the functions of Fengshui, the inkstone made of Qin brick and Han tiles have the best effect. However, due to the long history of the dynasty, the inkstones that still remain in the world are particularly rare, let alone the inkstone, even the site of the original palace. None of them survived. Even a brick and a tile can sell for a lot of money, not to mention the inkstone made by the master of inkstone processing."

Zhang Xin asked: "Then how are you sure that this inkstone is made of Qin brick and Han tiles?"

The old man pointed to the texture on the bottom of the inkstone and said, "This is a small seal. Although it is in a broken state, I guess it should be the word'Weiyang'."

Zhang Xin blurted out: "Weiyang Palace?"

"I'm afraid it is. But I'm not quite sure. It needs to be sent to a testing agency for carbon 14 testing to determine whether the material is from the Han Dynasty."

Zhang Xin also didn't expect that a thing he bought casually would become a rare treasure. It was a sense of accomplishment.

However, Zhang Xin didn't seem to be very excited. After all, even if it was a genuine product, it was only one million dollars. He is rich now, but he doesn't take this money in his eyes.

However, in the eyes of the old man, he only felt that the young man in front of him was very calm, because ordinary people would be very excited when they heard that the thing in his hand was a treasure.

The old man asked aloud, "Is there any plan to make a move? I can give out 800,000."

Zhang Xin directly refused without thinking: "I'm sorry, I don't lack this little money."

The old man was a little regretful, and then handed him a business card and said: "If the younger brother has the willingness to make a move, you can contact me at any time. This is my contact method."

Zhang Xin took the business card and saw a name and a mobile phone number written on it, "Qin Guan?" Zhang Xin said aloud.

The old man said: "That's the old man, I am also the owner of this treasure house, I don't know the name of the little brother?"

Qin Guan regarded Zhang Xin as an insider, so he spoke more politely.

Zhang Xin generously reported his name: "My name is Zhang Xin."

Seeing that the time was approaching ten o'clock, Zhang Xin needed to go home quickly to cook for Li Xueer, so he said goodbye.

Sending Zhang Xin out of the Jubao Pavilion, the guy asked incomprehensibly: "Boss, why are you so kind to a young man?"

Qin Guan said indifferently: "This young man named Zhang Xin is a master. Didn't you find that when he admired the antiques in the store, the length of stay was inconsistent?"

The dude thought about it for a while and found that it was indeed the case. Although Zhang Xin always stopped and went, he would appreciate some antiques for a while.

"The ones he stayed the longest are the most valuable ones in my store. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

After speaking, without waiting for a response from the buddy, he went upstairs on his own.

Zhang Xin naturally didn't know that Qin Guan had mistaken him for a master of antiques. He directly took a taxi back to the apartment, put the inkstone on the coffee table casually, and began to prepare lunch.

Seeing that lunch was almost ready, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Although Zhang Xin wondered why Li Xueer didn't use the key to open the door today, he still went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Xin found an unexpected person standing outside.

"Mom, why are you here? Where's my dad?"

Zhang Xin stretched his head out of the door, but did not see Zhang Boyu's figure.

He Cuizhen said: "Okay, don't watch, your dad is still at work, I'm here alone."

"Are you not going to work?"

Zhang Xin helped bring He Cuizhen's luggage into the house and asked curiously.

He Cuizhen drank her saliva for a while and then explained: "Your mother, I have officially retired, so I won't have to go to work anymore."

Zhang Xin joked: "Yeah, you are willing to pay 4,000 yuan a month and choose to retire early?"

He Cuizhen said, "Okay, don't arrange your mother anymore. By the way, what about my daughter-in-law? Why didn't you see her?"

Zhang Xin explained: "She has class this morning and will be back for dinner later."

He Cuizhen sniffed her nose and smelled the food. She came to the kitchen curiously to uncover the lid and said, "The cooking skills are good, and I want to eat it if I smell it."

Zhang Xin knows that He Cuizhen has a bad habit, that is, she likes to eat a few bites directly from the pot, but when the dishes are served on the table, she doesn't want to eat that much.

Zhang Xin handed the chopsticks over ~www.readwn.com~ and said, "Would you like to try it? I just made it according to the chef's recipe, not my boast. Even if it is made by the hotel, it may not be as delicious as mine."

He Cuizhen took the chopsticks and picked a big bone from the pot.

At this moment, Li Xueer just arrived home, and after seeing He Cuizhen, she went up to hug and shouted: "Mom~"

He Cuizhen smiled happily, reached out to touch Li Xueer's belly, and said, "Xiao Xue'er's belly has changed a bit. It's been more than two months, right?"

Li Xueer nodded.

He Cuizhen said to Zhang Xin, "Don't hurry up and serve food? Are you going to eat without seeing Xiao Xueer? Pregnant women are most likely to be hungry."

Zhang Xin reluctantly went to put the prepared meals on the table, only feeling that he had no place in He Cuizhen's eyes, and he was probably better than his father Zhang Boyu.

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